us to take our medicine, and to realize that we cannot 
both liave our cake and eat it, as in the reierence to the 
public food supply the judicial decision above quoted 
almost specifically states. 
Noa-Resideot Deer Huatecs* 
Our deer season is now on both in Wisconsin and 
Michigan, and we can even at this time tell something in a 
general way as to the numbers of deer hunters who have 
gone into our North woods this fall. The conclusions are 
somewhat contrary to what would have been the natural 
supposition. There has been a great .deal of shooting 
done this season, which means that there has been a great 
deal of non-resident sporting travel. Yet, so far from 
thei-e being more depr hunters this fall in Wisconsin 
and Michigan, it seems almost certain that there are fewer 
this fall than last. The railroad men do not attempt to 
explain this, except on the general supposition that the 
license law is keeping out more hunters this year than 
l&st* 
At the office 6f the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul 
road it was stated that the number of deer hunters sent 
in over that line are much less this fall than formerly. 
Points on this line which are reported as especially good 
■for deer hunting are Floodwood, Mich; Lena and Wau- 
saukee, in Wisconsin. Lena is toward the southerly edge 
of the deer region, the country being cleared or burned 
largely to the south of that. Those who go in at Lena 
usually take wagon fourteen miles west to Kelly Lake, 
near which the deer hunting- is reported to be good. Wau- 
saukee is a point near the grounds of the Wausaukee 
Club, and this has long been held good deer hunting 
region. One can go north on the other line of the St. 
Paul road, reaching Minocqua, Star Lake, etc., and also 
be in very good country there. In fact, pretty much all 
our Northern muscallunge country is good deer country. 
The Wisconsin Central Railroad sent out one party of 
twenty-five from Chicago this week. This railroad states 
that its best points are Prentice, Fifield, Butternut, Phil- 
lips, etc. A great many deer come out from Phillips every 
fall, and indeed every one of the towns above named is 
centrally located for a grand deer range. 
The Chicago & Northwestern road also carries many 
hundreds of deer hunters north each fall, and its several 
branches tap magnificent deer country. Inquiries at a late 
hour do not enable one to judge very clearly whether or 
not the traffic of this fall on the Northwestern equals _ 
that of last year. 
Doiags of 'Western Sportsmen. 
Much to the surprise of every one, there has been quite a 
little Hurry of ducks in over this country within the last 
week, and there has been shooting wherever there was 
water enough for a duck to wet its toes. 
Mr. Abner Price, of this city, earlier mentioned as 
having gone to Duck Island Club, near the Illinois River, 
for a shoot, has justified the prophecy made at that time 
regarding bis prowess as a duck shooter. Mr. Price 
brought back ducks enough to last ail winter. On one day 
he killed forty-odd, on the next day fifty, and on the next 
fifty-seven, nearly all mallards at that, and certainly a 
wonderful bit of sport for this day and age in Illinois. 
That old and very much beloved Chicago sportsman, 
Mr. F. A. Howe, formerly for many years president of 
Tolleston Club, has enjoyed several days of good sport 
this fall in his favorite pastime of duck shooting. A few 
days ago he made a bag of over sixty ducks on the club 
marsh, one of the best of which I have heard for a long 
while. If a ly man deserves 'good shooting it is Mr. 
ilowe, and everybody will wish him many sucli days in 
the future. 
Mr. William Kent is another Tolleston member who 
has been muigling with the mallards to some extent re- 
cently. On one day about a week ago he made a bag of 
over seventy ducks, which is something like the good 
old days. 
Down at Swan Lake Chib, in the Illinois River country, 
they have had a «ood flight within the last week or so, 
and Mr. Thomas Parker, a member of that club, tells me 
that he brought b?.ck seventy-six birds as a result of his 
trip last week. lie averaged about twenty-five birds a day. 
Swan Lake Club is naturally about as good a mallard 
country as ever lay out of doors. 
On last Monday Messrs. Ira Morris and H. Levi, of this 
rhy. killed forty ducks on the big Nelson Morris ranch 
north of Demotte, Ind. This is the country where__ there 
was formerly -situated the preserves of the De Golyer 
Club, of which mention in these columns was frequent 
some years back. Mr. Morris bought and drained the 
ground, and the gentlemen above mentioned say that the 
old marsh was dry as a floor, excepting one little slough 
. well inland from the river. 
Mr. W. H. Haskell went down to Maksawba Chib to- 
day, and was to have been accompanied by Mayor Harri- 
son, though the latter at last word was not perfectly sure 
he could start. There ought to be a few ducks to be picked 
up along the Kankakee, although the water is very low 
and the marsh dry in that vicinity. . 
Several very fair bags of ducks have been made m the 
Fox Lake and Grass Lake country in upper Illinois within 
the past week, and a number of parties started for those 
parts to-day. It is shot so much that a trip there is very 
much of a gamble, though now and then one may 
blunder into a decent bit of shooting there. 
Quail are everywhere this fall, and nearly every one 
who goes out is successful. Messrs. Morris and Levi, 
above mentioned, bagged eighty-seven quail in a few 
days' shooting east of Roselawn, Ind., and that country is 
reported to be very well stocked with quail. It was mostly 
cornfield shooting, and the birds are described as very 
abundant. . , , , r 
Mr. O. von Lengerke, of this city, is just back from a. 
trip near Dowagiac, Mich., where, during his shoot, he 
bagged thirtv quail and thirteen partridges. 
Mr. Thomas Parker and a friend or so will next week 
so to Swan Lake Club and remain two or three weeks 
shooting quail on the club reserves. Swan Lake Club has 
a preserve of a mile square which is said to be splendid 
quail countrv this fall. 
Almost any noint fifty mile'? south of this city, either 
in Indiana or Illinois, is offering good sport on quail fhm 
fall. One can hardlv go ainis.s if he will go south on any 
of the Sonthern through lines and get off in a good 
fanning country anywhere from fifty to one hundred and 
FOREST AND STREAM 
fifty miles south of here. The season has been good for 
these birds, and Ihus far the weather has been very 
pleasant, so that our shooters are enjoying the sport 
very much. 
The deer season proceeds amain, and some of our 
Chicago hunters are beginning to come back with sub- 
stantial trophies. Mr. Robert Shaw and party, of this 
city, who have been hunting at Mercer, Wis., brought back 
six deer, and they report a splendid time. They were at 
George W. Buck & Son's camps. 
Mr. Frank Baker, of this city, this fall inade a little 
antelope hunt out on the Laramie plains of Wyoming, and 
he has just had mounted four very nice antelope heads as 
evidences of his success. 
Mr. and Mrs. Chas. W. Green, of this city, leave within 
the week for their place at Grove City, Fla., where they 
will spend the winter shooting and fishing, 
Mr. Chas. Levings, of this city, is a gentleman very well 
posted on Florida localities. Four years ago Mr. Levings 
made a trip in a sail boat, going from Chicago by way of 
Canal., the Desplaines and Illinois rivers and down the 
Mississippi River to its mouth, thence to Key _West. Here 
he and some friends built a larger boat, which they still 
own. and now and then they take her out during the 
winter time and skirt the Florida coast, enjoying them- 
selves as only those can who are favored by all the for- 
tunes of this beautiful winter country. Mr. Levings I 
discovered to be somewhat of a traveler. He was telling 
me the other day of a trip he made some time ago into the 
Ottawa River country of Ontario. He is now just back 
from a trip of several weeks in the Yellowstone region. 
On this trip he tells me that his camp cook was an 
Austrian nobleman by the name of Von Wagner. Count 
Wagner lives in a cabin on Hell Roaring Creek, which 
comes into the Yellowstone River close to Billy Hofer's 
territory at Gardiner, on the northerrt edge of the Yel- 
lowstone Park. The Count has some fine furniture in his 
cabin, and even his frying pans bear his baronial crest, 
but he was glad to work for $50 a month as cook, and 
he was a pretty good cook, too. 
The Stake Stove. 
It was Mr. Levings, by the way, a civil engineer, a 
mountain traveler and a compact camper, who was the 
inventor of the handy camp cooking device which has been 
advertised by the Seymour Manufacturing Company, of 
Chicago, this fall, in the Forest and Stream, and to 
which, I believe, I have earlier alluded, This "stake 
stove," as Mr. Levings calls it, is in principle very much 
like the "gun barrel stove" which my old camping friend 
and 1 used successfully for so many years, the idea being 
simply that of an iron upright driven into the ground, 
supporting a series of revolving rings and hooks to hold 
the coffee pot, broiler, frying pans, etc. In my own 
stove we had a heavy spike, with the rings supported at 
the top, but Mr. Levings simplifies all that by using a 
light piece of metal for his support, and making his kettle 
holders on the principle of a flying jenney, which grips the 
stake wherever it is placed, and is the steadier the more 
weight it has placed on it. The Levings outfit is only 
about one-fourth as heavy as our old gun barrel stove, and 
packs much more compactly — so small is it, indeed, that 
one can grip it all in one's hand when it is packed in its 
canvas wrapper. It is so cheap, too, that even newspaper 
men can afford it. I have tried all sorts of camp cooking 
outfits, and I must say that, for speed, fuel-saving and 
general sweetness of working, I would not care to camp 
out without a stake stove of this sort. You need next 
to no fuel, you do not burn your fingers, and best of all, 
you never spill the coffee. When a dish gets too hot. you 
swing it to one side, and you can operate two or three 
vessels at once as easily as you could take care of one 
tilting and hot-handled spider under the ancient ways of 
open-fire cookery. 
Adveatures of Mr. Scott. 
A good many people go through life with an un- 
appeased desire to meet such big wild game as moose and 
bear. They prowl around through the woods all their 
spare time, year after year, and hire guides and charter 
special cars and spend all sorts of money to gratify their 
ambitions, all to no avail. If you are looking for adven- 
tures you cannot find them. But what shall we say of 
the case of Mr. Fred Scott, of Pittsburg, who this week 
came down from northern Minnesota, where he had been 
on an iron prospecting trip, in the neighborhood of Two 
Harbors, Grand Marais, etc. ? Mr. Scott had not lost any 
moose nor lost any bear, and was not looking for the 
same, and was not prepared for them. Yet one day he 
was treed by a big bull moose and was only rescued by a 
hunter who responded to his calls after he had been up 
the tree for three or four hours, according to his story. 
Not satisfied with this, Mr. Scott on another day started a 
bear from a hollow log, and he and his guide thought 
they might capture the bear. The residt was the bear 
came very near capturing Mr. Scott, He shows some 
scratches to substantiate the stories he has told to some 
Minnesota men, and will go back to his home with the 
firm belief that Minnesota is a very wild country. 
Bohemian Joe Bufoed Out. 
The hunting ranch of Joe Vdzorak, more commonly 
known as Bohemian Joe, was destroyed by fire one morn- 
ing this week. This resort was situated on Calumet 
Lake, and was well known by those who patronize that 
weird region. Several guns and all the household furni- 
ture were destroyed. The shanty was a landmark. 
Mr. J. H. Amberg. one of our prominent Chicago sports, 
men, left this week for a visit to New York city, where 
he vi'ill see the horse show and have a look at^any trap- 
shooting grounds which he may have time to visit. 
Mr. Charles Antoine, of Von Lengerke & Antoine, this 
city, is also absent in New York city this week. 
One Aoswef. 
One answer to those who complain of the scarcity of 
game is to be found in the game markets. There would 
not be any game markets if the people did not want them. 
T have heard more than one .sportsman and more than 
one so-called sportsmen take objection to the Forest 
AND Stream doctrine, "Stop the sale of game," and say, 
"Suppose I was not ahle to go out shooting and kill 
game for myself; how could I get a bird to eat for myself 
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if I did not buy it?" The answer to this lies in each 
man's heart, and depends on the amount and quality of 
his human nature. The really wise and sportsmanlike 
answer to this last question is that it is not in the least 
necessary for you to eat game if you cannot go out and 
kill it. You can get along without that. But you cannot 
get along with it. If you want to buy a bird when you 
can't kill it, then you have got to face the high fences of 
the rapidly growing game preserves. You can take your 
choice, and you will come out on just that side of the 
fence where you really belong. I am naturally of a sweet 
and angelic disposition, but I am sometimes irritated 
when I hear men objecting to all kinds of game laWs, 
objecting to game preserves, and objecting to the closing 
of game markets, and still expecting to have back the 
open shooting country of this once glorious Western 
region of America. Yet none of these men will escape 
actual justice. They will all come out where they belong. 
City Shooters. 
Yet it is a bit pitiful to see the way in which the people 
hang on to their love of the outdoor air and their wish 
to get out where they can shoot at something. I take 
great interest, while about town at different times of the 
day and night, in watching the different sorts of city 
shooters who are on their way out in a more or less 
pathetic attempt to get a little sport. Last week, one time 
at midnight, when I was going home from my office, I 
met a party of four or five young Germans, working men, 
I take it, who were headed toward the Dearborn Sta- 
tion for a late train south. These young men wore their 
rubber boots and shooting coats, and they carried their 
guns in limp canvas cases. They had with them two or 
three dogs of a fearful and wonderful make, apparently a 
blend of harrier, beagle and dachshund, which waddled 
gravely along behind fully conscious of their own im- 
portance in the campaign. Rabbits, mostly, I thought, as 
I saw this party, with perhaps a squirrel or so, and a few 
mud hens if possible. But they were bound to have a 
good time, I was satisfied. Very often out at Woodlawn, 
toward the southeastern part of the city, where I live, I 
see parties of similar make-up taking the Illinois Central 
or the trolley roads leading out to the southern edge of 
town. They come back Monday morning, a little mud- 
dier, a little more weary, perhaps, their gun cases as limp 
as ever and their shooting coats still more limp than 
when they started out. (For it is not wise to go on a 
shooting "trip without abundant luncheon.) 
This morning as I sat at breakfast I saw a sportsman 
go by on his way to the train. I don't know who he was, 
but he was a sportsman. He was an old man, sixty years 
of age, I should think, with gray hair and gray beard, 
yet his figure was straight and active, his face keen and 
his step quick and strong. He had on rubber boots, an 
old shooting coat, and a well-worn corudroy cap. These 
are just such clothes as you shall see on many men, but 
there is a difference in these clothes as carried by differ- 
ent wearers. This man, I am sure, was no novice. His 
get-up was businesslike, and he walked as though he was 
going somewhere and had been used to getting some- 
where. Now, where he was going I wot not, but I wish 
him joy, even though I fear he will meet disappointment 
anywhere near this city at any time this week. This man 
I am sure was one of that great middle class of shooters 
who cannot afford long and expensive trips, but who 
dearly love a day afield now and then. For the sake of 
all these I wish we had the, good old times back again 
and that they could be kept forever as once they were. 
E. Hough. 
480 Caxton BoitDiNG, Chicago, 111. 
Cayttga Lake Wildfowl. 
Ithaca, N. Y., Nov. 10. — The duck shooting at the 
"foot" of Cayuga Lake, near Cayuga village, Seneca Falls, 
and other nearby hamlets, has been pretty stiff kind of 
sport thus far, and the market-shooters have got into 
the game with athletic activity and a most deadly kind of 
pump gun precision. 
Mallard, black duck, teal and redhead have been found 
unusually plentiful, and some large bags for this section 
of country have been made. The best day's work fbr one 
gun — thirty-two redhead ducks — was made by a Seneca 
Falls market-shooter. The commoner varieties of ducks 
are so plenty that the relentless market-shooter scarcely 
bothers to waste ammunition upon them. The slaughter, 
as carried on by these market-shooters, has already 
aroused public indignation, and protests have appeared in 
such influential papers as the Rochester Democrat and 
Chronicle, changes in the game law being advocated. All 
this argument is good enough in its way, but let it be un- 
derstood that the only change that can be made really 
effective is Forest and Stream's straightforward and 
comprehensive platform, "Stop the Sale of Game." Then, 
like Othello in the play, the pump gun market- shooter 
will presently find himself minus an occupation. 
On the Ithaca marshes the ducks have thus far been few 
and far between. The local gunners, however, are waiting 
patiently for an arctic wave or two to drive the birds in. 
Either ruffed grouse are unusually plenty this fall or the 
market-shooters have grown more active than ever. The 
local markets have certainly displayed more grouse than 
for several years past. And the birds seem large and of 
prime quality. Four members of the South Side Gun Club 
were out one day recently in the vicinity of West Danby 
and bagged nineteen grouse. M. Chill. 
Long Island Snipe, 
Queenswater, L. L, Nov. 13.— A well-known gunner 
who has heretofore made a very comfortable living 
shooting bay birds says that notwithstanding the glowing 
accounts of the snioe shooting in this vicinity, it is a fact 
that snipe are rapidly becoming extinct. This is especially 
true of the big yellowlegs, and other varieties which are 
of the greatest value to the market-hunter. They are 
hunted so persistently both in season and out of season 
they have very little chance to live long enoueh to raise 
a brood. Ottahog. 
The Forest and Strbam is put to press each week on Tuesday. 
Correspondence .intended for publication should reach us at ths 
latest by Monday and as much earlier as practlcuble, . 
