Forest and Stream 
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NEW YORK, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1912. 
VOL. LXX1X.—No. 16. 
127 Franklin St., New York. 
Game in Northwestern Wyoming 
M Y camp on Jackson Lake, at the base of the 
Tetons, in Northwestern Wyoming, was 
a delightful spot. The range rises from 
the very edge of the lake, and where it is not 
too precipitous is covered and fringed with dense 
masses of Douglas fir and blue spruce. The lake 
itself is a beautiful sheet of water, about ten 
miles long and three wide, and the Tetons, from 
the bosom of the lake, form what is one of the 
most impressive pieces of scenery in America. 
The region is almost pristine, being remote 
from any railroad, difficult of access, barred to 
settlement by reason of its ruggedness, and from 
being included within the confines of a national 
forest. For be it understood that while the 
Forest Service, or rather the Agricultural De¬ 
partment, does not forbid the taking up of arable 
land which may happen to be located in national 
forests, as a matter of fact there is practically 
no such land, and the Department does properly 
and rightfully discourage the homesteading of 
non-agricultural land. 
All the country south of Yellowstone Park, 
in which Jackson Lake is included, lies within 
the Wyoming Game Preserve, on which no hunt¬ 
ing is allowed. The wild creatures appear to 
have gotten an inkling of the fact, for they are 
wonderfully tame, and most species are increas¬ 
ing in numbers. 
Moose, which are generally regarded as 
about the wariest animal, not nocturnal, in 
America, are here much like domestic cattle for 
fearlessness and innocence. My first experience 
was the morning after my arrival. Going out 
from camp about sunrise to “wrangle” my horses 
I saw an old cow moose feeding peacefully in a 
bayou not a hundred yards from and in plain 
sight of the horses, one of which wore a cow¬ 
bell that never ceased for a moment to jangle. 
Occasionally the cow would desist from her work 
to cast a casual glance in our direction, but what 
she saw and heard did not at all disturb her, and 
not until she had finished her breakfast did she 
quietly withdraw. 
She was feeding on moss that grew at the 
bottom of the little pond, and would plunge her 
head down into the water until nothing but the 
tips of her ears was visible. When she raised 
her head, with mouth full of moss and dripping 
mud and water, it made me think of the pictures 
that used to be printed in all natural histories, 
of hippopotami in Africa. As a matter of fact, 
cow moose resemble nothing so closely as a mule, 
and I have actually known hunters to refrain 
from shooting them, laboring under that mis¬ 
taken impression. 
By WALTER B. SHEPPARD 
Another day, when plowing around in the 
heavy spruce timber at the head of Moran Bay, 
I came suddenly on a cow moose and her calf. 
I was not over forty feet away from them, and 
though they must have heard me half a mile 
distant, they were not frightened in the least, 
and both eyed me calmly for a minute or two 
before they leisurely slipped away. 
My equipment included a collapsible canvas 
boat, one of the most practicable and useful in¬ 
ventions for a lake country that I know of. They 
can be carried on pack-saddle, and with proper 
care will last for many years. With this boat 
I had some rare fishing, for these waters swarm 
with lake trout, and with the black-spotted native 
brook trout. There are also a few Loch Levens. 
One day, while I was across the lake from 
the camp, a heavy gale came up. The wind often 
rushes down the canons of the Tetons with tre¬ 
mendous force. Staunch as is the canvas boat, 
its sides are relatively rather low, and in return¬ 
ing I had to hug the shore around the end of 
the lake, being finally compelled to go ashore to 
turn the boat over, so as to get rid of the water, 
which was bidding fair to swamp me. My land¬ 
ing place happened to be in a thick fringe of 
SURPRISED MOOSE CALVES. 
