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Nov. 23, 1901. 
much justice in the contention which they establish, but 
I fear there is nothing can stop the triumphant march 
of these wicked little small bore guns. The proportion 
of crippled game mentioned above is a large one, and it 
seems to me an unusually large one. No details are given 
as to the kinds of ammunition used. With solid jacketed 
bullets, of course everyone knows that is no test of the 
stopping qualities of the small bore rifle. Nor is the 
soft-nosed bullet, much superior as it is to the solid 
jacket, a perfect test of the arm. Sometimes the soft 
nose acts differently from what it does under other con- 
ditions. Probably the. best of these bullets is the hollow 
point .30-40, which has during the past year been used 
by a few American sportsmen. 
There is little reason to believe that we shall ever be 
able to do anything to stem the popularity of these small 
bore arms. For myself, I should not care to go back to 
the old .45-90 or even the .45-70. You may tell a hunter 
that these guns are dangerous, and indeed so they are, 
but you cannot wean him from that flat trajectory. A 
good English double rifle costs a pretty penny, and the 
average man when confronted with the price will not 
hesitate when shown the cheap and deadly American 
repeater. 
We shall for some time hear discordant reports re- 
garding the results with the .30-30 and .30-40, but the 
average of opinion seems to show that they are good 
guns when properly understood, properly loaded and 
properly aimed. 
Qwail. 
The cold and windy weather of last week has made 
quail shooting much a matter of sprinting. The birds 
do not lie as well as they should to the dog, not having 
as yet become used' to the first cold of fall weather. 
Presently they will begin to come in from the prairies 
and corn fields to the creek bottoms and timber. Hence 
we will probably see better shooting next week than there 
was last week. 
Among those who go out for quail this week are Mr. 
W. L. Wells, Mr. C. S. Dennis and Mr. George Walker, 
all of Chicago, who leave tonight for New Boston, 111., 
for a hunt along the Mississippi River. They will prob- 
ably find ducks and they have advices that quail are 
abundant in that vicinity. 
Keep Yoor Hands Off The Muzzle. 
Mr. Jacob Bernardy, of Porterfield. Wisconsin, while 
hunting on the afternoon of November i, stopped to 
rest and placed both hands over the muzzle of his shot 
gun, just as you will see the trap shooters do. "In 
some mysterious wa}''," says the account, "both barrels 
were discharged." Both his hands were blown of?. 
Buffalo Jones Still Alive, 
Nov. 16. — C. J. Jones, or "Buffalo Jones," was surely 
born to an unusual life. Among the extraordinary privi- 
leges accorded him by kind fortune has been that of twice 
reading his own. obituary, at dates separated by several 
years. When Jones was in the Barren Grounds country 
after musk ox, he was reported dead, the news coming 
to his people by long and devious route from the North. 
On Nov. 7 and 8 of this year he was again reported to 
have departed this life, the newspapers of the country 
generally printing- extended notices, and some of the 
Chicago papers playing up the news with a good story 
and portraits. It was with sorrow that I sent this news 
to the Forest and Stream, and with pleasure that I dis- 
covered it to be erroneous. The following dispatches 
addressed to the writer by Kansas newspapers yesterday 
will explain the origin of the mistake, which is this 
morning corrected by most of the Chicago newspapers. 
It will be observed, however, that the initials given do not 
tally in the two reports, so, after all, it remains somewhat 
uncertain just who is dead. 
Salina, Kas., Nov. 15.— Buffalo Jones, whose death was re- 
ported, was H. L. Jones, aii early settler in this county, and not 
Buffalo Jones, of national fame. — Republican Journal.' 
Troy, Kas., Nov. 15. — Salina Buffalo Jones is J. R. Jones, a local 
character, died Nov. 6; got his name when in the Legislature; 
represented more buffalo than people. Buffalo Jones, the national 
character, is C. J. Jones, headquarters now in Topeka, Kas. — Trov 
(Kas.) Chief. 
I wired Buffalo Jones asking him if the report of his 
death was correct, but have no reply; hence I have ad- 
dressed him the following letter, which I think C. J. will 
accept as explanation: 
I see all the papers had you dead again last week. In common 
with the others I printed a very feeling obituary, which I take 
pleasure in inclosing you herewith, together with similar article 
from the Chicago Tribune. I am sorry that I did not have any 
portrait to run, as it would have made the matter more complete. 
You seem to be born to a long life, and I do not doubt you 
are destined to land something big before the final reckoning 
comes..' Meantime, you had better look out for infringements on 
your title out in Kansas. It seems that the real Jones concerned 
is H. L. Jones, of Salina. Of course, you will understand that I 
do not claim this, is such a very good obituary, but I will try to 
do better next time. 
At Hcnnepia Club. 
Messrs. J. V. Clarke, Lou Clarke, W. W. McFarland, 
Geo. Davis and one or two others, of this city, all left 
for Hennepin Club tonight. They ought to meet pretty 
good mallard shooting. 
By the way,, some of these Hennepin men speak of the 
last flight of mallards as being the "long-billed mal- 
lards," and sometimes speak of them as the "yellow- 
footed mallards." They claim that these late birds are 
bigger than the early flight. So much for hunters' 
natural history. No doubt there is some foundation for 
the notion of the late flight, though most of us are 
apt to believe the length of bill of the adult mallard is 
pretty much a fixture, and the feet of the average mallard 
an orange color. As to the latter, howeA^er, I imagine 
most hunters have seen mallards with red feet, not 
orange and not yellow. E. Hough. 
Hartford Building, Chicago, 111. 
In Minnesota* 
The Deadly ,30-30. 
So much has been said of late in connection with the 
use of the far-reaching smokeless, sinall-caliber rifle in 
the woods that the gun stores are displaying gaudily 
colored worsted head gear with the label attached. "Wear 
this and avoid the deadly .30-30 bullet." 
While the small-bore smokeless is entirely out of place 
in the timber and thick undergrowth — unless one is hunt- 
ing the grizzly et id omne genus — yet all the maimings 
and killings of human beings should not be charged up to 
it. Any kind of a rifle, if held straight at a human being 
moving through the brush (but which the other fellow is 
sure is a deer), will kill, let it be an old flintlock or of 
up-to-date make. Therefore, to wear red, white aiid blue 
head gear is just as necessary to ward off the death- 
dealing-black-powder-propelled bullet as the one of smaller 
caliber. It is when the unseen man is killed that the 
smokeless rifle gets in its deadly w_ork._ The man a mile 
or more away who drops wounded in his tracks and with- 
out the satisfaction of even hearing the report of the 
rifle, is almost invariably the victim of the .30-30 rifle. 
The season for deer hunting opens to-day. I came down 
from the woods yesterday, where I had been on a business 
trip, and saw many parties "going, in," and am pleased 
coup de grace with a hunting knife behind the shoulder, 
was not Roosevelt the sportsman truthful ? And yet, had 
we not his San Juan Hill record in front of us for bravery 
and absolute fearlessness, would we not think when he 
recited his cougar hunt that he was a little enthusiastic? 
He relates his experiences in a matter of fact, natural and 
withal intensely interesting manner, and no man ques- 
tions, or doubts the tales. 
But as a broad proposition, I say confound the hunter 
or fisherman who cannot tell a story without some en- 
thusiasm in it, for it would not be worth listening to 
otherwise. 
Fooling the Game Warden. 
Shipping game to market in Minnesota has become 
hazardous in the extreme. All sorts of expedients are 
resorted to in the way of containers. Coffins, milk cans, 
truiiks, carpenter's tool chests, vegetable barrels with 
partridges and cabbages in carefully arranged layers and 
other packages too numerous to mention, have been used 
to carry the gaine safely to the cold storage house. 
The local game wardens on duty at the depots have 
made good records, and have done some work in the way 
of pulling birds out from strange and odd places. 
But in one case, as the story goes, the warden missed a 
trunk filled with ducks. It was up country. The local 
warden knew of a trunk filled with mallards being made 
ready for shipment to St. Paul as baggage. He was at 
AS THE ST. PAUL PIONEER PRESS SEES IT. 
To Alaska for One Caribott. 
Cakon City, Colo., Nov. 16. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: I returned some time ago from Alaska, where 
I went to kill one bull caribou for my collection. I killed 
a fine big fellow in the Kenai Mountains. I saw some 
others, but fired only at this one. Got some good photos 
fip<3 may write you .sjiort ^^rticl^ l^ter, 
Dali, DiWessE; 
to write that the old black powder rifles were in the 
ascendency. I saw many rainbow-hucd mackinaw jackets 
and much resplendent head gear, in all of which there 
seemed to be much method. 
Well, the dual slaughter in this State commences to- 
day, and the list of human casualties will be duly reported 
in the daily press side by side with the record of deer 
slain. 
An Echo from Heron Lake. 
I talked with a friend who had tried to shoot ducks at 
Heron Lake when the gang, lately broken up by Game 
Executive Fullerton, was in control. So bold and grasp- 
ing were these market-hunters that over night the blinds 
of the visiting sportsmen were destroyed, boats sunk 
and decoys ruined. And while Heron Lake was one of 
the best spots in the State for canvasbacks and redheads, 
yet was it left severely alone. The two or three years of 
this drove the regular sportsmen frequenters of the lake 
away. But all this is ended now, and the State is richer 
in fines and guns and boats and tents and decoys by and 
through Fullerton' s nerve, pluck and attention to busi- 
ness. Heron Lake is again open to the legitimate sports- 
man. 
Do Fishermen Lie? 
Well, I don't know ! I think when a fisherman tells a 
good story he may show an excess of enthusiasm, but I 
do not see why the same should be tortured by the listener 
or readers into a lie. 
How about the man who tells you about the 150 prairie 
chickens he has shot, all of which but six spoiled before 
he could get to the cars with them? The man Avho 
killed his deer that weighed 1,500 pounds, woods-dressed? 
Let us call all this enthusiasm, and that being allowed 
then is it not a case of enthusiasm on the part of the 
hunter as well as the fisherman? Enthusiasm and men- 
dacity should not be confounded. I think if a drag net 
were thrown out and the contributors to the Forest and 
Stream were housed under one tent with their feet under 
the festive board, one might be expected to grow en- 
thusiastic over one's cigar. In fact, I could imagine much 
enthusiasm passing round. One man might get enthu- 
siastic on snakes, another on fish, another on qijail, grouse 
and woodcock, and yet another on big game. When our 
President — the man after our own hearts — jams his rifle 
stock into the mouth of a dog-infested-ckwing,' biting 
QQUgar 4?Ul??f^tsly ?ives the' fei:^jott5 fefeast- the 
the depot, and he saw the game-laden trtmk duly checked. 
Noting the number of the check, he at once wired Mr. 
Fullerton: "Look out for trunk No. 7852, due depot 8:30 
to-morrow morning." The man who owned the trunks 
could read the ticking of the telegraph instrument by 
ear, and read the message as the ticket seller and operator 
ticked it off. He looked at his own check and found it 
read 7852. He did some quick thinking. Looking at 
his watch, he said that he had thirty minutes before the 
train was due. Going across the street to the village 
.store he bought a small and very cheap trunk and carried 
the same to the depot, getting a check for it. Watching 
his opportunity when the baggage master was busy else- 
where, he changed the checks upon the two trunks; and 
when the game-laden trunk passed the ordeal and when 
the trunk 7852 was inspected, instead of game, old papers 
and rubbish were found. Whether this recital is based on 
enthusiasm or cold facts I cannot say, but I give it as I 
got it. Charles Cristadora. 
A Wolf Hunt on SfcL 
When traveling across the dreary fjelds of Norsk Fin- 
niarken we one day came across sign of a wolf, and that 
evening by the camp fire one of our Lapps, a smart, 
active, young man of about thirty, described how on one 
occasion he and a companion succeeded in running down 
and killing two of the these beasts in midwinter. As the 
Lapps are admittedly the most expert ski runners in 
northern Europe, and as even among them such a per- 
formance is looked upon as highly creditable, a brief 
description may be of some interest. The men were in 
charge of a herd of some 1,800 reindeer pasturing on the- 
inland wastes somewhere in the neighborhood of Kan- 
tokimo, and all had been going well. There was plenty 
of snow and good fore (i. e., going); the wolves hacl 
done. little or no damage, and the deer, being undisturbed 
by the presence of these marauders, had given the mini- 
mum of trouble to the watchers. One day in the middle 
of February, however, the latter, on approaching the herd 
on one of their rounding-up visits, found that the enemy 
had been there during the night; there was a lot of blood 
on the snow, several deer had been killed and others 
wounded, while the rest were frightened and scattered 
all over the place. The Lapps had nothing in their knap- 
5^ejcs except sQm^ coffee bea,hs, but they wev^ five or sis, 
