334 
FOREST AND STREAM 
March 15, 1913 
FOREST AND STREAM” CAMP, 1913. 
Tuesday, 1-15 entries— 
T. H. Fox, Lynchburg, Va. 49 
Wednesday, 75 entries— 
W. D. Hinds, Portland, Jle.,. 48 
T. H. Lawrence, New York. 48 
Shoot-off: 
W. D. Hinds. 24 
T. H. Lawrence. 23 
J. A. R. Elliott, shooting as a non-contestant, broke 
50 straight on Monday and 48 on Wednesday. 
Three hundred and twenty-five different shooters par¬ 
ticipated in the tournament. 
Professionals, qualifying rounds, 50 targets each day, 
five high guns to compete in final at 100 targets: 
Thurs. Fri. Sat. Mon. Tues. Total 
H. H. Stevens. 
.... 48 
49 
50 50 
49 
246 
Sim Glover . 
.... 47 
48 
45 48 
48 
236 
Neaf Apgar . 
.... 47 
44 
48 46 
48 
233 
W. K. Crosby. 
.... 44 
48 
42 50 
47 
231 
1. S. Fanning:. 
.... 46 
46 
47 42 
49 
230 
W. B. Darton. 
.... 46 
43 
49 44 
48 
230 
T. E. H. Sheldon... 
.... 44 
42 
43 45 
45 
219 
\V. M. Hammond... 
.... 45 
42 
44 42 
44 
216 
A. Davis. 
.... 28 
37 
27 38 
30 
166 
r. A. North. 
.... 41 
39 
42 
F. M. Fay. 
.... 41 
42 
35 
0 . R. Dickey. 
.... 45 
39 
41 
46 
1^. Z. Lawrence. 
42 
H. Keller . 
42 
43 40 
43 
(' von Lengerke... 
41 
38 
T. H. Keller, Sr.... 
33 
36 
T. T. .Skelly. 
44 
'T. E. Doremns. 
29 
L. R. Lewis. 
42 
44 
Final round at 
100 targets. 
for professional 
indoor 
championship. Shot 
March 
5, 10 
P. M.: 
Targ:ets: 
25 25 25 
25 
. Total. 
\\’. B. Darton. 
. 25 24 25 
23 
97 
\\. R. Crosby. 
00 oj^ oc; 
25 
96 
H. il. Stevens. 
. 24 24 25 
23 
96 
Neaf Apgar . 
. 23 24 23 
24 
94 
J S. I'anning. 
. 24 25 22 
22 
93 
89 
Simeon Glover . 23 21 20 25 
Special team race. New York vs. Philadelphia, ten 
men, five high scores to count, 100 targets per man; 
shot Monday night, March 3: 
New York Team. 
R. 
L. Spotts. 
. 25 
23 
23 
24—95 
N. 
L. Herrick. 
. 24 
23 
24 
24—95 
A. 
L. Burns. 
. 25 
24 
24 
22—95 
T. 
H. Hendrickson. 
. 21 
25 
22 
25-93 
Dr 
Sauer . 
. 21 
24 
23 
23—91—' 
H. Landis .. 
Philadelphia Team. 
. 23 
25 
90 
24—94 
\\ . S. Behm. 
. 24 
25 
24 
21—94 
C. H. Newcomb.. 
. 23 
24 
22 
22—91 
E. B. Springer.., 
. 23 
23 
22 
23—91 
\\ . M. Foord. 
. 21 
23 
22 
21—87—457 
Scores made 
by other members 
of 
each team as 
follows: 
New York—P. 
von Boeckman 91, 
F. 
B. 
Stephenson 
88 , M. W. Wynne 86 , T. H. Lawrence 83, J. F. James 73. 
Philadelphia.—V. Oliver 86 , Tom Tansey SC, J. H. 
Minnick 82, J. B. McHugh 78, H. Sloan 72. 
The following amateurs qualified to compete in the 
semi-final at 50 targets, the ten high guns in the semi¬ 
final being eligible for the final at 100 targets. Those 
breaking 48 or better in the qualifying rounds, were 
eligible for the semi-final, and their scores in the semi¬ 
final were as follows: 
Broke 50 straight: 
A. B. Brickner, Newffon, N. J. 24 22—46 
Broke 49: 
h'. B. Stephenson, Brooklyn. 25 24—49 
A. L. Burns, New York. 22 23—45 
T. H. Fox, Lynchburg, Va. 22 25—47 
Broke 48: 
Dr. A. Sauer, Brooklyn. 24 22—46 
M. W. Wynne, Yonkers, N. Y. 22 24—46 
C. T. Summerson, New York. 22 18—40 
W. D. Hinds, Portland, Me.;.. 24 25—49 
R. L. Spotts, New York. 25 24—49 
E. J. Cahrs, Newton, N. J. 23 24—47 
T. H. Lawrence, New York. 23 22—45 
Final round for amateur indoor championship, ten 
high guns in semi-final eligible, 100 targets per man: 
Targets: 
25 
25 
25 
25 
Total. 
R. 
L. Spotts. 
. 25 
25 
25 
25 
100 
A. 
L. Burns. 
. 25 
23 
24 
22 
94 
A. 
B. Brickner. 
. 22 
24 
23 
25 
94 
T. 
H. Fox. 
. 24 
21 
24 
24 
93 
T. 
H. Lawrence. 
. 23 
24 
22 
24 
93 
F. 
B. Stephenson. 
. 21 
24 
22 
24 
91 
Dr. 
A. Sauer. 
. 23 
22 
22 
23 
90 
W. 
D. Hinds. 
. 23 
20 
25 
22 
90 
E. 
T. Cahrs. 
. 24 
23 
19 
23 
89 
M. 
\V. Wynne. 
. 24 
21 
20 
23 
88 
Shoot-off for second and third prizes: 
A. L. Burns. 22 A. B. Brickner. 21 
Routs Wildcat With a Lamp. 
As Elmer Gross was returning from work 
at the Cameron colliery recently, a wildcat, large 
and heavy as a bulldog, sprang at him from the 
bushes. 
Gross sidestepped the animal, and jerking 
a lighted miner’s lamp from his hat, thrust the 
blaze into the face of the cat, which ran away, 
but soon returned and followed Gross half a 
mile toward his home at Tharptown, Pa. 
Gross got a rifle, 'but the cat had disap¬ 
peared. — New York Sun. 
FUN IN CAMP. 
BY D. M. EDGERTON. 
In the winter of 1888-9 “we three’’ were 
camping in the pines of the Upper St. Johns 
River in Florida on a deer hunt. Our guide was 
a six-foot, garrulous and boastful "Florida 
cracker,” withal an experienced guide and clever 
company. Returning to camp one evening, and 
supper over, we all sat around listening to our 
guide’s long tales of his w'onderful exploits in 
earlier days, and the greater our silence and 
attention, the greater grew the events and the 
importance of our guide. At length one of our 
party, quietly interrupting, said: “John Chancey, 
I don’t believe one d——d word you say.” Up 
rose the guide to his full length, his face ablaze 
with indignation and anger, retorting, “Colonel 
E., I don’t give two hurrahs in h —1 whether 
you believe one d-d word I say or not.” The 
exhibition of his offended dignity and passion at 
the imaginary insult, cast upon our wdld cracker 
guide, threw us nearly all off our feet, and into 
roars of laughter, to be renew'ed for years as 
we met and the joke brought up. 
John and I made up, but there followed 
another joke on John and myself, though I still 
half suspect that John “put it up” on me in 
revenge. A heavy rain storm had covered the 
flats in every direction with water, preventing 
the deer from lying down and making it im¬ 
possible for the hounds to follow a trail, so we 
waited. After dinner, however,, the guide and I 
mounted for a reconnaissance without dogs. 
After a long round and 6n our way back to 
camp we sighted three deer some distance off 
in the open pines. My guide said that if I would 
hold his horse, he would try to get within shot 
of them, but in which he did not succeed and 
returned. 
Night coming on, I was too knowing to have 
lost the direction we had been following, but he, 
on mounting, turned eight points off—against my 
protest—and on we rode. Twilight, in Florida, 
is but the passing of a shadow, and ere long 
we were enveloped in deep darkness—dark as 
a pocket or a stack of blackcats—blackness in¬ 
tensified—not an object visible, save the weird 
forms of the overhead pine tops against a star¬ 
less sky—mosquitoes innumerable—and we far 
from camp. Halting, we dismounted, when said 
I, “Chancey, you’re lost; own up.” “Yes, I am,” 
he replied, and I confess to laughing outright, 
so much did I, in truth, enjoy the novelty, new 
to me, of our predicament. 
Guessing at the direction of our camp, I 
lowered the muzzle of my gun and fired and 
waited—ears and mouths open. All was still. 
Again I fired and, listen, a pin dropped some¬ 
where, and again I fired and it then seemed 
a penny fell, whereupon John cried out, “Now 
I know where we are,” and started, and in an 
hour we distinguished a distant light—a camp¬ 
fire light—and soon our ride was at an end. 
But we did not escape the cajoling of our com¬ 
panions. The joke certainly was on us; worse 
on John. 
Generally speaking, if home—the horse’s 
home—is the objective point, he may be de¬ 
pended upon to make a bee-line for it, but if 
in camp, five or ten miles away, he will be very 
apt to give the camp a go-by and leave you to 
discover yourself on the way home, the camp 
far in the rear. 
