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FOREST AND STREAM, 
In the Tobique Moose Country. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
One-legged men don't often go up Tobique to hunt 
moose, but this fall the people up there actually saw a 
one-legged man on his way into the woods for moose, and 
when he came out he had his moose head and antlers 
to take home with him. He did not do as some two-legged 
sportsmen do — let the guide shoot it, but he shot it him- 
self. 
Our one-legged sport was known as Grandpa to his two 
friends, who accompanied him, and who, with three guides 
and cook, reached camp near the Right-Hand Branch on 
Tuesday evening, Sept. 17, 1901, wet, cold and hungry. 
Our camp was a new one, having been put up in June 
by our guides for our use. Last year the Doctor and I 
decided we would rather have the camp where we could 
get some fishing when we could not hunt. 
It is located near the end of the smaller of two lakes, 
which are divided by a narrow strip of land about 100 
yards wide. Both lakes are full of fine trout, and the 
surrounding country is full of moose. 
The morning after we got to camp the Doctor started 
out for a few days' hunt, going into the section of coun- 
try we hunted in last year. I remained in camp to get 
things fixed up, such as cleaning up around the camp, put- 
ting up a veranda over the front door, bushing out the 
path to the lake and cleaning out the carry between the 
two lakes, and putting in some light landings in the lakes 
so Grandpa could get in and out of his canoe easily. 
Saturday the Doctor returned, but had nothing but a 
kodak full of calf moose pictures, which have turned out 
very good. He hunted and called, and called and hunted, 
but no use — the wind was too high all the time he was 
out. 
I made up ray mind it was about time I was doing 
something, so told Charley we had better fill up the old 
pack with grub and light out for a big moose, as it was 
big moose I was after. The Doctor decided to try it 
again, so we both got away about the same time, but 
separated soon after we left camp, he going over to some 
ponds beyond the Branch, and I to a pond over near 
Square Lake, Charley and I took down an old lumber 
road for two and a half miles, then up over a ridge and 
along an old trail for four or five miles to the Branch; 
across that and out another old road for a mile or more, 
and fetched up at a bridge across a brook, where we 
stopped to "bile" the kettle and eat a bite or two. 
While eating Barker remarked that his father used to 
tell him that there was a large lake at the head of the 
brook we were on. Charley said he had never been able to 
find it, although he had looked for it several times. I 
asked him if there was any reason why we could not take 
a look. He said no, if I would try it, and as that suited 
me, we were soon under way. We had not gone far 
before we found ourselves in a large alder swamp, that 
seemed to have no end to it, as the more we walked the 
worse it got. Having kept this up for- four hours, I 
about made up my mind that the lake was a fake, and told 
Barker he had better shin up a tree and see if he could 
see any high ground or mountains. He was soon in the 
top of a big, white birch, and shortly called down to me 
that he could see an opening near by, and in it stood a 
cow moose and two bulls. The cow soon went into the 
alders, taking the small bull with her, leaving the larger 
bull in the opening. Barker came down and we went 
over, getting there just as the bull was leaving. I did not 
regret his going, as he was not just what I wanted. His 
antlers spread about 50 inches, but the blades were nar- 
row and the points few. 
The opening was a narrow piece of marsh, and as we 
looked up it we saw water, which we soon found belonged 
to quite a large forest lake about 500 yards wide by 800 
yards long. That years ago had been the home of the 
beaver, as we could see the remains of many a beaver 
house and dam. This was the lake Barker's father used 
to trap on thirty or forty years ago. I don't believe many 
hunters or lumbermen have been on the lake in years, as- 
there are no axe marks nor signs of fire to be found any- 
where around it. We named it King Barker Lake, and 
left our mark on the side of a big tree on the north shore, 
so that if others get in there years hence they will know 
they are not the first. 
It was an ideal home for moose, and will be foi" some 
time to come, if hunters don't get in there too often. • 
After taking a good view of the lake and the surround- 
ing forests, we walked along the shore, and finding a 
good place to sit down under some bushes, where the 
ground was dry and the cover good for calling, we availed 
ourselves of the chance and were soon making the woods 
ring with the call of the cow moose. It was not long 
before, from back across the lake, came the deep, deep 
grunt of an old moose. Only old moose can grunt deep. 
He was slow in showing himself, but at last out he 
walked and stopped to take a good, long survey of the 
entire lake, so as to locate the cow, then, with a low, deep 
grunt, he walked to the water's edge and took a good, long 
drink — the old fellow was thirsty. It was a grand sight 
to see the great creature with his magnificent antlers 
standing there moving his head slowly from side to side. 
He looked over at us long and closely, as he had heard 
the call from our 'direction, and no doubt thought it very 
strange he could not see the cow. He was a long time 
making up his mind whether he would walk around or 
swim across, and at last decided he would not do either. 
Barker said I would have to shoot him from where I 
was. I said, "All right," but it was a blamed long shot 
for an old scrub like me. Still I would do the best I knew 
how. When he turned to go into the woods I let him 
have it. He jumped, turned and landed in the same 
position he had been standing before he turned. The 
second shot fell short, the third, fourth and fifth either 
strixck him or went in the woods — 500 yards is a long way. 
After the fifth shot he walked into the water and swam 
across a narrow cove and went out in the woods. We saw 
he was hit hard, but left him until morning. 
The sun found us up the next morning, breakfast 
eaten, and everything ready to look up our moose. The 
first thing we found at the place where he had left the 
water was a small bunch of stones covered with blood, 
then some leaves spotted with blood. We worked the 
trail slowly up into the woods until we came to a place 
a little more open than the rest of the undergriowth, 
when we heard a jump, and, by running ahead a short 
distance, I could see him swinging along on one side, 
like a broken down locomotive, A .30-40 in his shoulder 
rounded him up, and another, to make sure he was safe, 
dropped him dead. He was a big moose and carried one 
of the finest set of antlers I ever saw^ — Avell worth the 
hard tramp through the alder swamp. 
The head was soon ready for carrying and we started 
on our long tramp out to the home camp. The day 
was warm and the loads were heavy, but we peggea 
away and by night were on the top of the ridge across 
the Branch, only five miles from camp. 
'We fixed up a place for the night and cooked cur 
supper. While we were eating it. we heard near by two 
bull moose fighting, and as everything was dead quiet 
we had a fine chance to hear them bellow and roar and 
ram their horns together, making a noise that sounded 
like two locomotives hitting one another head-on. The 
sight of a fight of this kind in daylight must be a great 
thing, if you are provided with a seat on the grand- 
stand out of the way of the fighters. 
The next morning we were underway by 5:30, and at 
camp by 9:30. The Doctor arrived an hour or so later, 
not having seen hair or hide. I suggested that he take 
Charley Barker and go to "King-Barker" Lake and get 
one of the bulls we left there. He agreed to it, and the 
next day tliey left with grub for a four-days' stay. 
I stayed around camp a day or two with "Grandpa," 
fishing and shooting partridges with .22 rifles, but this 
got slow after a while, so I took the Doctor's guide and 
we went over to our last year's camp, looking for caribou. 
Saw moose and deer galore, but no caribou. Called in a 
nice young bull, and had a large bull coming in behind 
the youngster, but he got my wind and turned back. 
The youngster came up to within 30 feet of me. 
On return to camp found that "Grandpa" had killed 
a moose. He had been on the big lake fishing and had 
crossed over to the small lake bound for camp. "Grand- 
pa" had a guide about the size of Pickwick's fat boy, 
who thought he was a great moose caller, so was at it 
all the time, but rarely ever got an answer. This time 
two answered — a young fellow near the head of the small 
lake and a large one on the ridge at the foot of the lake. 
The youngster came out first and "Grandpa" dropped a 
couple of .30-30's into his shoulder which caused him to 
lie down. "Grandpa" was about 250 yards away and made 
a fine shot. The moose was slick as a barber's cat, and 
carried a very pretty set of antlers. 
On Sunday the Doctor and Barker got in with a fine 
moose head. They had had a hard time and been over 
a big section of country and seen a good many moose, 
but nothing to suit the Doctor. At la.st they ran across 
a bull with a cow and calf. The cow objected to the bull 
going to the new call, but the bull insisted, so the cow 
settled it by agreeing to go out into the opening first, 
which she did, marching from end to end; next came the 
calf, trotting after his mother, and Grandpa Moose 
brought up the rear, grunting and making some objec- 
tions to showing himself in an open place so early in the 
day. The Doctor did not give him long to decide, as he 
downed him with a .30-40 as soon as he got out of the 
alders. 
As we each had a moose, of course our moose hunting 
was over for this season; but there were still caribou, 
and as I wanted a caribou I was not satisfied until I 
should get one, and get him I did. 
Charley and I started out one morning fully intending 
to be back before night. We did not hunt much, but 
kind of loafed along, expecting the game to come to us — 
which it did. The first to show up was a young bull 
moose, prett3' as a picture, that came up to within 25 
feet of us and stood and looked at us for fully five min- 
utes. He had a head of antlers of about 36 or 40-inch 
spread, and 15 points witli a 6-inch blade. He was a 
dandy. On our way home in the evening, as we were 
hammering along over a ridge at a breckneck gait, we 
ran upon a cow and bull caribou. The bull had a nice 
set of antlers and I shot him. This broke up getting to 
camp that night, as it was dark by the time we got t1>e 
head and hide of¥; so we built our fire there, ate the little 
we had, rolled up in the caribou's hide and slept until 
morning, when we got an early start and were in camp 
before the boys had waked up. 
The Doctor tried for caribou several times, but could 
nol find them, and gave it up. 
As there was nothing more to keep us in camp, we 
decided to break up and start for home. We made such 
fine time going out the 18 miles to Riley Brook that we 
were able to reach Jack Weaver's the same evening at 
7:30, where we found good grub and good beds. The 
next morning we left Plaster Rock at 6:30 on our long 
journey home. 
The Upper Tobique is a great moose country, and 
full of moose, but they do not all carry 55 and 60-inch 
spread of antlers, A man can get the big heads if he 
will hunt hard, but he can't find them in the camp yard. 
Charles L. Barker, of Riley Brook, N. B., has guided 
me two years, and I consider him one of the best of 
woodsmen and guides. You will get no better any- 
where. Sportsmen going to the Tobique will be in luck 
to get him. W. W. King. 
Norfolk, Va., Nov. 6. 
Dutch Cfow Catcher, 
The following unique trap is in vogue in Holland for 
catching crows, of which there is a gray variety as well 
as black: 
Fill paper cornucopias one-third full of corn, and set 
them out in the fields or wherever crows frequent, having 
first applied bird lime or a narrow strip of ily-papcr to 
the inside of the rim. The crow who attempts to pick 
out the corn will carry off the whole outfit! 'No crow 
ever fails to get caught around the neck 0^ back part of 
its head. Now is a good time for ths country boys to 
try them v;hen the food supply is becoming short. 
Pfovcirfcial Philosophy in the Woods. 
"He laughs best who laughs last," chuckled the loon 
as it dived for the forty-ninth tltne. 
With the Boston Sportsmen. 
Boston, Nov. 16. — A gentleman of long experience in 
game affairs in Maine, says the boasted increase in big 
game in that State is all nonsense. The increase in the 
number of deer killed is owing to the great increase in 
the number of hunters. A few j^ears, at the present rate 
of slaughter, will utterly wipe the moose and deer out 
of that State, Firearms are remarkably cheap, and every 
man and boy is crazy to kill big game. In Maine, 
especially, everybody of the male persuasion owns a rifle. 
The slaughter is simply tremendous; not only bucks, but 
does and fawns are destroyed. The hunters of Maine 
alone would soon exhaust any possible game supply, to 
say nothing of the great number of sportsmen from other 
States. The sad accidental shooting, he believes, is but 
the natural result of letting loose such a volume of fire- 
arms, in the hards of irresponsible novices. He would 
make it a penal offence to shoot a doe, a fawn or a cow 
moose. "Such a statute," he says, "would serve a double 
purpose. It would check the wanton slaughter of the 
females and young of these animals, and it would compel 
even the amateur and hairtrigger sportsmen to find out 
what they were firing at before shooting." 
The Merrymeeting Zoo has been sold to the New York 
Zoological Society. The entire menagerie of animals that 
has for several years been one of the attractions at Mer- 
rymeeting Park, near Brunswick, Me., now goes to New 
York. The collection has constantly been added to. 
under permission from the Maine Fish and Game Com- 
missioners, and from its numbers the several Boston 
Sportsmen's Shows have drawn a great many attractions. 
But for some time it has been ,a burden on the shoulders 
of its owners. The collection sold includes three buffalo, 
three elk, two caribou, one moose, four deer, one prong- 
horn antelope, two black bears, three timber wolves, one 
cross fox, one ocelot, one red fox, besides porcupines, 
raccoon,?, squirrels, as well as wild swans, geese and 
ducks. 
Three farmers of North Attleboro, Mass., have been 
arrested aud brought into the district court of that town 
for shooting and having deer in their possession. They 
d'sclaim any intention of wrong, and contend that the 
deer, a doe and a fawn, had been shot at and wounded 
by other hunters. One of the men claims that he found 
the doe in the very throes of death, and shot it, to end 
its misery. The men all testify that they heard .shooting, 
and went to the woods to ascertain the cause, where they 
found the wounded deer. Their case has been contmued. 
Chandler jV'oore, of Bingham, Me., is said to be the first 
man legally authorised to shoot a cow moose ni that 
State. The animal was discovered in the town of May- 
field, with one leg broken. The finders dared n.;'t kul 
her, though in a shocking condition from the broken 
limb. Comm:i;.'.ioner Carelton was notified, and he has 
directed Mr. IVjocre, who is a registered guide, to go into 
the woods and shoot the moose, said to be a very large 
one. Mr. Harry A. Chapman, of Bangor, Me., has lately 
returned from a month's hunting trip to Mie liaitcn- 
l inds of Nf\\foundland, He brings home seven fine cari- 
!)(iu heads, and says that the animals are still very plenty 
there, although being badly hunted. 
.•\ rcpresenratiTe party of Boston sportsmen will spend 
a couple of weeks at Taylor Camp, Moose River Valley. 
The members are Dr. Heber Bishop, W. T. Farley, 
Dr. Koife, an-! Dr. H. H. Hartung. They left Boston 
this moniing. The camp is beyond the Megantic Pre- 
serve, :.l the foot of the Boundary Mountains, in one of 
the best moose sections of Maine, where Dr. Bishop has 
taken at least h&lf a dozen. Neither are the other gentle- 
men tcjulerfeet, else they would find the twelve or four- 
teu mile tramp from the last possibilities of a convey- 
ance, out of theii line. Mr. Farley has been there with 
Dr. Bishop bctcre, and says that it is but the work c;f a 
few hours'. hunting to get one's full legal quota of two 
deer. Both the hunters are after moose. 
Snow in Maine has set big-game hunting off with still 
more vim. At Bangor, one of the biggest days on record 
has been noted. Friday 146 deer were passed by the war- 
dens. Thehighestpreviousrecordat that point was on Oct. 
i!.3> 1899, when 133 deer were sent down. TO Saturday 
night the sliipments of deer through Bangor, for the 
season, had reached 2,413; with 131 the number of moose. 
This is a tremendous record, and becomes more 
astounding when it is remembered that Bangor is but one 
of the great arleries through which outside sportsmen 
send home their game, and does not include more than 
half the big game sent out from Maine. Then it is cer- 
tain that fully as many more moose and deer are killed 
by local gunreis and consumed in camps, that never ap- 
pear in the leccrds at all. It is not an unreasonable 
estimate that al least 10,000 deer have been slain in 
Maine, up to the present date in 1901, Concerning 
m :)03e, the i imgor record cannot be multiplied in like 
manner, since there are not many of these animals taken 
in sections ether than above that point of shipment. 
The real question is, Can the game supply stand such 
slaughter'' .^t least it is well to sound a note of warning, 
and suggest to the Maine Legislature of next year that 
the number of deer to the hunter be limited to one in- 
s .ean of two. 
A few deer are being taken in New Hampshire. Wil- 
liam Hall, 80 years of age, shot a deer last week in the 
Connecticut Lake region. B. W. Kilburn and Mr. West 
were driving through the Franconia Notch last week, 
when they came across three deer. Each shot one, leav- 
ing the third to csrape. Frank Sargent, of Tilron, lias 
come out of tl:e woods with a deer and and big bear. 
He found his game in the vicinity of Stan<, William 
Stevens and Ralph Dodge have secured a fine buck in 
the vicinity of Mud Pond, 
William B. Eaton and four friends from Boston, have 
been having good luck shooting at Mr. Eaton's preserve, 
near Buzzard's Bay. Mr. Eaton's preserve covers a tract 
of nearly i,oooacres, and is close to the preserve of Grover 
Cleveland and Joseph Jefferson. These sportsmen are 
frequently the guests of Mr. Eaton. Along the South 
Shore and on the Cape the week has been a very quiet 
one, by reason of the weather and high winds. Besides, 
the coot season is about over. Still the gunners are hav- 
ing some sport with the ducks, belated flights of which 
frequently appear. But they stop but a day or two at 
the best, when they are off for farther south. The cot- 
tages along Duxbury beach still shelter a good many 
