Outdoor Life on Long Island 
WHAT THE ISLAND OFFERS THE SPORTSMAN AND LOVER OF THE OPEN—YACHTING, HUNTING, 
FISHING, GOLF, TENNIS, MOTOR BOATING, BATHING, POLO, CRICKET, ICE-BOATING, MOTORING 
by Arthur W. Dean 
I F you want to hunt the white 
rhinoceros on Long Island you’ll 
have to wait a little while; the local 
St. Hubert hasn't started his preserve 
yet — but if it's hunting you want, 
come out next fall and learn what 
real battery or sneak-box shooting is 
like. Most any place along the' South 
Bay will do — or out at Montauk, or 
even to the city line. There are 
twenty-nine species of ducks and 
geese, thirty of snipe, eight of plover, 
three of partridge, and they’ve even 
bagged pelican, so you ought to get 
something. Perhaps some of those 
Canadian geese will be Hying by if 
you’ve got a “honker” tethered 
among the decoys, so wait until you 
see what looks like an ostrich at the 
end of your gun and then let go! 
The feeling may be something the 
same as they felt on top of Bunker 
Hill waiting for the whites of the 
enemies eyes, but you must get him ! 
I may come in at the eating, and it's 
great! If you’re too delicate to lie 
in the cold battery try those snipe ; 
they're scattered all along the North 
and South shores, and a day’s sport 
is waiting for you there. 
Perhaps your blood needs the stir 
of exercise ; then go to that deserted 
stretch of middle island with that dog 
of yours. You'll not go far before 
the clear ‘‘bob white” will set you a tingle, or further on your 
heart will stop altogether as a big brown partridge whirs from 
cover. And rabbits, too — you can't fail to see that little white 
flag flying behind a bunch of brown fur, sometime between 
November ist and December 31st. You have an added month 
for ducks and geese, as you can start in October. For quail 
and partridge there is but November, and deer — yes, deer; they 
really do get them here on the first two Wednesdays and the 
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The stiff breeze which is never lacking on the South 
Shore makes it a paradise for small boats 
game fishes not found 
first two Fridays after the first 
Tuesday in November. 
If this isn't your style of hunting, 
and the baying of hounds, the flash 
of red coats, a blue sky above you 
and a good horse beneath, seems 
your ideal sport, there is the old 
Meadow Brook Club, with its famous 
hounds to run over the Hempstead 
meadows, or the Rockaway Hunt at 
Cedarhurst, or yet the Piping Rock 
Club, Locust Valley. 
But if you are one of Isaac Wal¬ 
ton's brethren, ready to convince with 
fine logic that your sport is best, why 
go to Nova Scotia or the north woods, 
when along all the south side are 
good trout brooks? I'd tell you one 
in particular, but it’s a secret, and 
then it's much more sport to discover 
it yourself. There are pools and good 
casting brooks near Oyster Bay, 
Smith town or Wading River, and the 
Cold Spring Hatchery keeps them 
stocked; besides, the angling sense 
will lead you to many a little stream 
all the way out to Southampton on 
the South Shore, and there you're 
sure to have luck. Then there is 
Ronkonkoma Lake for bass, pickerel 
and perch—big ones, too. 
Long Island has a greater distri¬ 
bution of fish than any other part of 
the State, and there are few kinds of 
in her waters. Those who prefer the 
marine fish can get plenty of excitement in the South Bay. Take 
Bay Shore, for instance, with a bayman to grind “chum,” and 
the blues running well, you can take fifty or sixty in no time. 
When you get tired there is the alternative of going deep for 
flounders, or “jigging” for weakfish. If you're not satisfied then, 
go out to the inlet and troll for the big fellows, or up near the 
wrecks and get bass and blackfish. 
The ocean beaches also, and 
Up hill and down dale, by bay and ocean, the game of golf finds no better setting than at Shinnecock Hills. The turf is fine enough here to 
arouse even a Scotchman’s enthusiasum 
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