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Prince of Wales. "He was a fine old dog," says Mr. 
Kemeys, "with a wonderful nose, and staunch as steel. 
I remember that he had three crooked hairs in his eye- 
lashes, which turned in across the ball and sometimes in- 
flamed the eye; and he had a tail set on rather high, which 
gave it an odd, arched look. He was a grand old dog, 
and T wish I might have another day with him on such 
prairies as those abOUt Dwight iised to be in those days 
long past." 
,o ^ E. Hough. 
4SQ Caxton Building, Chicago, 111. 
Proprietors of fishing and hunting resorts will find it profitable 
to advertise them in Forest and Stkeam, 
A Veteran Camp-Hunt Cltib. 
Clarkswlle^ Tenn. — Editor Forest and Streams I «ee 
so many highly interesting accounts of camp hunts of 
different clubs, and to read them is so much like taking a 
hunt with them, that I feel tempted to give a description 
of some of the grand outings our little club has had. I 
belong to a club that was organized forty-eight years ago 
— The Christian County Hunting Club. Some of its 
charter members are in it yet ; they are quite old veterans 
of the chase. Our club is restricted to twenty members. 
I do not know if there are many older clubs. I believe it 
would be interesting to know the dates of some of the 
old clubs and their early hunting. Our club has kept a 
record of their yearly hunts. We have one member who 
boasts that out of forLy-eiglit hunts he has been on 
deck at forty-six of them. This is Mr. J. S. Parrish, who 
has more deer to his credit than any member of the club. 
He is getting Avell along in years — I will not say how 
many, for this may meet his eye; but they sit lightly 
upon bim. His eye is as keen and his aim as deadly as of 
old; he sits his horse like a centaur, and can outride a 
Rough Rider. His laUgh is as ready, his good humor 
as contagious and his love of sport as keen as with the 
3roungest member, He attributes his good spirits and 
health to his wildwood life once a year. 
In the early years of their hunts, the members could get 
to the best grounds in a day's drive from home; but the 
woodsman's axe and the pot-hunter have driven the game 
further and further, till thej'- now have to go several hun- 
dred miles. One of their old deer drives is now a famous 
M^atering place, where thousands of visitors go every sum- 
mer. We now take our hunts in Florida, Montana, 
Mississippi and Arkansas. Since we go by train and 
boat, one's baggage is not so restricted a<s when we went 
by the mule roitte, and it seems as if everyone takes ad- 
vantage of it. To see our outfit unloaded at depot or wharf, 
one would think we had come to stay, and as a native re- 
marked on seeing us unload, that "We had more luggage 
than the Southern Confederacy." Our Hunt does make 
quite a show when we get strung out — twenty men on 
horseback, seven Avagons, six sei-vants and thirty or fort3' 
hounds. It did look like we meant business, and we gen- 
erally do. We don't try to kill game just for the sake of 
making a record, but it takes a good deal of meat to satis- 
fy twenty hungry hunters and the guests that we always 
have, say nothing of the servants and dogs. Wc thor- 
oughly enjojr each hunt. We don't believe in making a 
toil of a pleasure. I will some time give a short sketch 
of some of their early hunts in Kentucky and Tennessee. 
C. L. BitADLKV. 
Longf Island Meadow Hens. 
Long Beach^ L. I., June ig.- — ^Meadow hens were never 
quite so plentiful as they are now. Old baymen say it is 
due to the continued dry. clear weather and the abse;ice 
of the usual cold storms, which so often occur during 
the season of. incubation. The law permits the killing of 
the rail, mud hen, galinule, grebe and bittern, the birds 
likely to be found with the common meadow hen, at any 
time except during the months of May, Jime, July and 
August. During the month of September there is there- 
fore likely to be some fine sport in this vicinity, killing the 
meadow hens and their relatives, appropriately known as 
the clowns of the meadows and beaches. 
PhiIl>rook. 
South Hanos^er, Mass., June 13. — Editor forest and 
Stream: In your issue of June 10 the always-interest- 
ing Mr, Hough speaks very approvingly of the hunting 
knife which I made for him. This is pleasant, but your 
compositor puts wormwood in my cup by making me 
Philpot instead of Philbrook. 
Now I take some pride in ray iiame. My ance.stor.s 
were people of good repute, and my father was a "mighty 
■himter before the Lord," being both a sportsman and a 
clergyman. So kindly gis'c space in your valued paper lu 
the correction, and get me right before your readers. 
N. W. Philbrook, 
In his "Break-up of China," Lord Beresford says that the 
troops are armed with fourteen different styles of rifle, 
including the "gingal." The latter is a weapon between 
9 and loft. long. * * * Their weights vary from 40 
to 6olbs. Three men are required to handle them. When 
in action, the gingal is laid along the shoulders of two 
men, while the third man fires it. I also saw bows and 
arrows. * * * It seems incredible, but some of the 
soldiers are still practiced in shooting with bows and 
arrows at a target. When at Pekin, I saw them prac- 
ticing in an open space near the observatory. Hitting the 
target is a detail of minor importance ; the real merit con- 
sists in the position or attitude of the bowman when dis- 
charging his shaft, 
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Notes from the Pacific. 
San FranciscOj June 13. — Editor Forest and Stream: 
In my laist I mentioned that the fiat had gone forth against 
the seals, on the plea that they were getting more than 
their share of the fish in our waters, all of which was put 
on the ground of public utility, but really in the interest 
of the Italian fisherman, for nobody else cared. 
The result was a determination to exterminate the fish 
eaters. The seals congregate in great numbers along the 
rocky shores of the coast outside the harbor, having what 
are called rookeries or breeding places. At our famous 
seaside resort, the Cliff House, a collection of outlying 
rocks lying a few hundred yards from the shore have 
always been a favorite resort for the seals, hundreds of 
them coming to the rocks for their midday siesta, and so 
affording a very interesting sight to tourists and visitors. 
They are a great attraction, so much of a feature that the 
proprietors of the hotel some years ago procured the pas- 
sage of a law prohibiting their destruction. Of this im- 
munity the seals seem to be aware, and consequently ex- 
hibit themselves to visitors with apparent pride. Some 
of them are very large, weighing from 1,500 to 2,ooolbs. 
The bulls, or sea lions, as they are called, are ver3' bellig- 
erent and fight savagely. Some islands lying out at sea 
some fifteen or twenty miles, and belonging to the Gov- 
ernment, are also favorite resorts. 
Representation having been made to the Government 
of the destructive appetites of the seals, permission was 
obtained to invade this favorite haunt of the fish eaters. 
A number of sharpshooters were engaged to commence 
the work of destruction, and repaired to the haunts of 
the seals on the coast just above the entrance to the har- 
bor, and for a few days hundreds were killed. But the 
intelligent animals soon discovered that they were being 
made game of, and quietly took their departure for the 
rocks, it is said, which are protected by law from the 
rifles of the destroyers. At any rate, the shooting gave 
out, not a seal showing himself, and now comes the with- 
drawal of the permission by the Government to shoot on 
the Farrallone Islands, probably the result of a protest 
by friends of the seals against their wanton destruction. 
So the Avhole scheme seems to have ended so far in a 
fizzle ; and the seals appear to have won, and will continue 
to indulge their appetites on fish diet, regardless of the in- 
terests of the foreign fishermen and tire canneries that 
load ships for foreign ports with canned salmon by the 
thousands of tons. 
The Acting Chief of the Biological Survey, in counter- 
manding the permission, writes the Fish Commissioners 
asking if they are certain that seals eat salmon exclusively, 
and wdiether they do not feed on other fish indiscriminate- 
ly. This is a puzzler to the Commissioners, so far as the 
consuming of other fish is concerned. No doubt the seals 
do eat something else when a salmon is not handy; but 
the general opinion is that they prefer the best the mar- 
ket affords, and are epicures as to salmon, the proof being 
that in crossing the ferry we frequently see them tossing 
and playing with big salmon in their mouths. It looks as 
if the Commissioners had the best of the argument. 
Meantime tlie shooting goes on along the rocks not under 
Government jurisdiction, although it does not amount to 
much. 
I see by the last number of Forest and Stream that 
the trout fishing has been unusually good this 3'-ear. The 
same is the case with us. Large catches are being made 
by the anglers who are so fortunate as to be able to kick 
the shackles loose from the slavery of business. Even in 
the immediate vicinity the sport has been good, but in 
the more remote streams many fish are being caught, and 
of large size. Reports from the McCloud, the home of 
the Dolly Varden, is that they are running larger than 
ever before; and in our famous Lake Tahoe, even ladies 
are counting their success by the hundreds of pounds. 
Fish there are taken by trolling, the lake being too deep 
for fly-fishing. But in the outlet, the Truckee River, 
trout are taking the fly greedily, averaging i54lbs. But 
there are many streams further north and just over the 
boundary line in Oregon where they run from 4 to 61bs. 
There is one place, an Indian reservation, where three or 
four friends, who are so fortunate as to obtain special 
permission to fish the waters of a river running through 
it, make their regular summer excursion from here and 
camp out, taking their supplies and tents from here, and 
spending five or six weeks, enjoying fishing as is fishing. 
They fish from canoes, handled by Indians. The stream 
is rapid with pools that require skill in management of 
the canoe. Six-pounders are not exceptional. 
But for my part I prefer for fly-fishing more moderate 
size. It is work to handle fish of such weight, and there 
is more sport in filling your basket ("creel," I suppose I 
should say) with those of from 3/2 to ij41bs, With light 
tackle, you have the sport without the labor. I am aware 
that I shall horrify all the scientific anglers in declaring 
that I am not partial to the lightest tackle either. No 
60Z. rods for me. I want to handle the fish and not have 
the fish handle me. Not that I propose throwing them 
over my head and landing them in the top of a tree. There 
is a happy medium, and an 8 or 90Z. rod gives the power 
to handle your fish within a reasonable time. It is all 
very well to spend a half-hour or an hour over one 
fish, when they are scarce and far apart; but I prefer to 
keep moving, and am curious to see what the next fellow 
will be like. 
For salt-water fishing, we claim that not on the Atlantic 
or Pacific coasts is there a place that equals Catalina 
Lsland, in the Santa Barbara Channel, about thirty hours 
by rail and steamboat down the coast, where almost every 
variety of fish can be caught, weighing from one to hun- 
dreds of pounds, It is also a delightful place of resort, 
with a heavenly climate, neither hot nor cold; delightful 
bathing and romantic drives; a good hotel and moderate 
charges; boats galore, and at a day's cost not equivalent 
to the cost of the boat itself. Everything moderate. It 
is the headquarters of the famous Tuna Club, the chair- 
man of which is high hook — ^the man that has caught the 
largest tuna with rod and reel — ^until he is dispossessed 
by the man who has caught a still larger one. These little 
pan fish are a species of herring weighing from 100 to 
30olbs., very much like the Florida tarpon, and equally 
gamy. The big sea bass are abundant and equally large. 
I saw one at a tackle store yesterday from Catalina, that 
weighed 400 and odd pounds, caught with rod and reel. 
Hod carrying is nothing compared to that kind of labor; 
and I don't hanker after such. 
Those who prefer salmon fishing can get all they 
want olf Santa Cruz, three or four hours down the 
coast, by trolling from boats, or in the fall with rod and 
reel on any of the rivers in tide water, where they empty 
into the Pacific; and if you want heavy sport, there you 
are. A islb. salmon, doing an acrobatic business, jump- 
ing 6ft. in the air and spi-inting at the rate of thirty 
miles an hour and over, is no joke, and when finally 
captured you sit down on the thwart of the boat and 
blow with the impres.sion that you have just dug ten 
bushels of potatoes. Sport enough for the likes of me, 
and no higher ambition for 30olb. tunas or 40olb. black 
bass, 
Englishmen go to Norway — a long trip at great expense 
— and think they have done wonders if they land three or 
four salmon in the course of two weeks. A trip to 
California with more wonders to see would repay them 
better, and I will guarantee them as many salmon in an 
hour if they can handle them in that time. 
I saw a curiosity a few days since — an old, long, single- 
barrel flint lock shotgun, and with it a bag of flints. It 
belonged to an old Missourian, who brought it across the 
plains in 1849, I tried to buy it, but the old man said 
no. It belonged to his grandfather, and had killed more 
Indians, deer, "b'ars" and coons than would load a steam- 
boat. It was a rum looking old craft indeed, with a barrel 
36in., the stock running the entire length — split and wired 
up with tin plates — a marvel of patch work. It was about 
Seal. It had the appearance of an old-fashioned Ken- 
tucky rifle that had been bored out. The old man said 
she was a terror to shoot — rather a question of which he 
meant, the shooter or the shootee. ■ With the usual old 
style of load of about four fingers of powder, well 
rammed down, and a handful of buckshot, she must have 
awakened the wilderness and knocked the shooter endwise, 
unless he took the precaution to have a tree at his back. 
It reminds me of my boyhood days, when we drew straws 
to see who should fire the old Queen Anne musket Fourth 
of July, and be laid up with a lame shoulder for a week— 
a good excuse for not having to milk or split the kindling 
wood. PODGERS. 
P. S. — ^If your correspondent that wanted flints did not 
get a supply, I think I can beg a few for him from the 
old Missourian. They are of a very old-fashioned brand, 
and like wine, must have improved with age. 
The Dolly Vardens of the 
Dosewallups. 
Seattle, Wash,, June 3. — ^The Dosew^allups is a name 
that grows on one. When the unusual sound first 
greeted my ears I could not help thinking of Skamokawa, 
Mukilteo Humptulips and Puyallup. That was years 
ago. Now the familiar sound recalls long miles of 
beautiful fishing water, swift riffles where the Dolly Var- 
den and the rainbow wait on the tyee salmon, and deep 
shady pools where the monarchs of their race, whaling 
big trout of 10 and 12 and rslbs., hold the fort against 
all comers. 
To fasten a hook into the jaws of one of these big fel- 
lows has long been a cherished ambition of mine, and 
repeated failures only served to inflame my ardor. How 
at last I succeeded in reaching that consummation so 
devoutly wished for and met with defeat on the very eve 
of victory is the object of this yarn. 
The Dosewallups is a rapid mountain stream flowing 
from the heart of the Olympics into Hood's Canal, an arm 
of Puget Sound, and distant from Seattle fifty-eight miles 
by water. Apart from the attraction it holds for the 
angler, the lover of nature would find a visit interesting. 
On either side towering mountains shelter the narrow 
valley along its course; deep cafions walled by solid rock 
confine its waters, that rush through in angry foaming 
torrents, to glide peacefuly over wide reaches shaded by 
thickets of alder and maple. 
Nestling close under the foothills on the wide flat made 
by the river at its entrance to salt water lies the little 
settlement of Brinnon, where the fisherman may find 
accommodation if he be a stranger in the land. A good 
wagon road follows the course of the river for eight 
miles, and beyond a trail goes six miles further into the 
mountains. Here and there along the valley settlers have 
hewn themselves homes out of the wilderness, in all some 
ten or twelve families being located along the river. 
It is just six years ago this very month that I paid it 
my first visit, and although I fished patiently "from 
morn till dewy eve'' up stream and down, offering the 
juciest morsels of bait and the most alluring of spoons, no 
trout came to creel. But they were there. I remember 
clearly how, late in the afternoon, tired and disconsolate, I 
sat on a shelving rock above the river. Directly beneath 
me was a deep swirling pool which I felt sure was the 
abiding place of more than one big trout. Presently my 
attention was attracted to the shallow water above, and 
there I saw Avith amazement actually dozens of trout, and 
of such unusual size that I could hardly trust my own 
eyesight. They were swimming slowly from the deep 
water, up on to the riffle in quest of their evening meal. 
Alas for wasted opportunities ! Had I but known it was 
the "succulent minney" that they were after ! (And right 
here the confession must be made that at that time I be- 
longed, and still owe, allegiance to the ancient and 
honorable brotherhood of "plunkers," sneered at openly 
by many who practice its rites in secret.) 
Every year since I have visited the river, sometimes for 
a day and again spending a hurried vacation of two or 
three days on it, occasionally rewarded 'by a small catch, 
and on one memorable trip killing two rainbow of s^/i 
and 4rbs. respectively. 
At that time I made the acquaintance of Mr. Frank O. 
Robinson, a resident of Brinnon, a thorough sportsman 
and the most successful fisherman on the river. In 
