a change; two suits of pure-wool underwear of 
different weights, several pairs of thick wool 
socks, two gray or brown woolen shirts, a silk 
neckerchief, a felt hat and a cap, a belt with stout 
knife, a good camera, a pair of wool gloves or 
mittens, a sweater and an oil-skin suit (or at least 
coat), will do. For the feet a pair of Barker hunt¬ 
ing-boots, a pair of oil-tanned moccasins and some 
camp slippers, which may take the form of a 
second pair of mocs. I recommend a lightweight 
rubber blanket. Leave your revolver at home, 
but bring a waterproof matchbox, a small flash¬ 
light, and a carborundum stone. A waterproof 
case for your camera you must have. If you 
are to help do the lugging, bring a packstrap, as 
the Nova Scotia straps cannot be used by any 
but the Bluenoses, as they go round the breast 
only, and stifle one. 
And now where? Moose are killed in nearly 
every county in this Province, but Halifax, Guys- 
boro, Annapolis, Queens, Yarmouth, Digby and 
Shelburn Counties are best. The charges are 
about the same everywhere, and, as comparatively 
very few foreigners come after moose to Nova 
Scotia, lots of good guides are to had. The 
Chief Game Commissioner, Mr. J. A. Knight, K. 
C., Halifax, N. S., is always ready to recom¬ 
mend guides and localities, and I shall be glad 
to do the same. Then there are the follow¬ 
ing persons who are responsible parties: 
R. U. Parker, Kentville, who has good litera¬ 
ture to give away. 
Secretary Tourists’ Committee, Yarmouth. 
Manager Rod and Gun Club, Lake Kedgema- 
koogee. 
A. D. Thomas, South Milford, who fits out 
completely. 
Of course the western counties, lying nearest 
to Boston, as Yarmouth or Annapolis, are easiest 
of access, but, per contra, the eastern, Guysboro 
and Halifax, are less visited, especially Guysboro, 
and offer grand opportunities. 
In a general way, the sooner a hunt is planned 
the better, for the best guides are apt to be 
spoken for. The calling-season is divided into 
two parts, Sept. 16th to Oct. ist, and from that 
date until the middle of the month or a few 
days later. Both are good, but October ist is 
the best time for calling, according to my ex¬ 
perience, because the bigger bulls are nearly all 
mated by the opening of the season, and are 
loth to come to the call, while they have in many 
cases separated from their cows by Oct. ist, and 
are ready for a second love-affair. There is a 
good deal of dispute and uncertainty about this 
matter of the length of the mating, but I be¬ 
lieve the above to be the consensus of opinion 
among the most experienced men, though of 
course there are many exceptions. The fact is 
that there are few things about moose that even 
old hunters will not quarrel over, and this makes 
the game more interesting, for there are lots of 
chances to make valuable discoveries. 
The weather up to Oct. ist is apt to be warm, 
even the nights, while from that date on the 
nights are generally cold, and the early morn¬ 
ings bitter-cold, though the mid-day hours may 
make you peel to your shirt. It is the loveliest 
season in the north woods, what with the 
gorgeous foliage, the bracing weather and the 
total absence of winged pests; for the neighborly 
yellow-jackets will not touch you, though they 
often get disconcertingly familiar. 
Still-hunting properly begins after the mating 
FOREST AND STREAM 
has become an old story, say from the last week 
in October. Your outfit is about the same, but 
the underclothing must be very warm. The sea¬ 
son ends here on the 16th of November, which 
means that there is little hunting on the snow, 
a drawback in this style of the chase. 
We prefer a heavy bullet for moose up here, 
because we have seen too many bulls run off, 
doubtless to die a lingering death later, with 
several missiles of .30 and .303 caliber in them. 
The .405, the .35 Winchester, and the .45-70-405 
are all good cartridges for moose. The shots 
are apt to be near, say not over 200 yards, mostly 
much nearer, so that these tremendously long- 
range rifles are not at all necessary. You want 
a bullet that will knock a bull down even if hie 
in a non-vital spot, as then you can get more 
shots at him. 
Perhaps you don’t believe in killing so grand 
an animal as a bull-moose? Very well! You 
needn’t kill one. Take your camera, and shoot 
him that way. It’s still better! 
EDWARD BRECK. 
DEER SHOOTING IN CALIFORNIA. 
Los Angeles, Calif., August 17.—With the 
opening of deer season in this state day before 
yesterday came a rush for the hills on the part 
of hundreds of hunters of Southern California. 
Parties in autos, wagons, on horseback and afoot 
began as early as last Wednesday to wend their 
ways into the hearts of the Southern California 
forests, and daybreak on the 15th, saw the hills 
literally alive with gunners. Some of these had 
prepared for stays of one or two weeks, but the 
majority of them continued the hunt for but a 
day or two, the time when the best hunting was 
to be had. The sections most favored by the 
hunters are the Big Tejunga, which lies about 
fifteen miles north of Los Angeles, and where, 
in recent years, good hunting has been found; 
the Arroyo Seco, which runs from Los Angeles, 
north-east past Pasadena, the Mt. Wilson coun¬ 
try, the Mt. Baldy section, the Mt. Lowe terri¬ 
tory, the hills near San Bernardino and River¬ 
side, the Malibau ranch territory and the Cala- 
basas mountains. Reports state that these sec¬ 
tions are literally alive with red hats and shirts. 
One feature of this year’s hunting is that the 
gunners seem to be unusually careful. Precau¬ 
tions against accidents are everywhere in evi¬ 
dence and as a result it is expected that fewer 
accidents will occur this year than ever before. 
One accident, however, has occurred to mar the 
sport. William Burdick, 25 years of age, a 
chauffeur, was killed Saturday morning while 
hunting in the mountains fifteen miles east of 
Acton. He was standing on a large rock and had 
placed his gun between his knees in an upright 
position, when it slipped from his grasp, the 
hammer striking the rock, and discharging the 
bullet, which entered Burdick’s body in the ab¬ 
domen, tearing through to his back, where it 
came out. Death was instantaneous. The gun 
was a .44 calibre rifle. 
The first deer of the season was bagged by 
Ralph A. Marhoefer of El Monte, a stage driver 
on the Mt. Wilson trail. Marhoefer was driv¬ 
ing the stage down the trail about a mile from 
the summit when he saw a buck cross in front 
of him. Although he was armed with only a 
Colt’s revolver, he stopped the machine and 
caught the deer in the shoulder from a distance 
of 100 yards. This feat is considered all the more 
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remarkable from the fact that this was the first 
buck at which this driver had ever fired. The 
buck was a two-pointer and weighed 135 pounds. 
By taking the first deer this hunter wins the 
George Cline trophy, a Winchester 401 automatic, 
given by Cline-Cline company. The second buck 
to be taken was killed by Bert Begue. It was 
struck at 6 o’clock Saturday morning in the Big 
Tejunga canyon. Begue arrived with his game, 
a 125-pound five-pointer, at the B. H. Dyas sport¬ 
ing house before any other hunter, thereby cap¬ 
turing the first prize offered by that store—the 
right to have the deer mounted free of charge. 
The second prize given by this company, a 22 
Savage high power, was won by Nick Hugo, 
hunting with his brother, Mathias Hugo, in the 
Soledad canyon. Their buck was a 160-pound 
three-pointer. 
This year sees more hunters in the Malibau 
country than ever before, and at this writing a 
number of kills have already been effected. 
Charles M. Retts and Harry L. McAdams of 
Tropico, returned Sunday evening, with a fine 
140-pound buck, and report that another one was 
killed which they were unable to find on ac¬ 
count of the heavy underbrush. They state that 
a number of deer have already been taken in 
that section, where fine sport is being enjoyed. 
Ed. Detrich reports bagging a good spike back 
of Santa Monica at 7 o’clock Saturday morning. 
James Miller, B. F. Moorehouse and Scotty 
Miller of Pasa Robles, started in the mountains 
of Calabasas at 2 o’clock Saturday morning and 
at 7 bagged their first buck. He weighed 125 
pounds, dressed. It was a 25-75 Winchester that 
brought him down. One of the first hunters to 
bag a deer in the San Bernardino mountains was 
Donald Swarthart, the 14-year old “deer hunt¬ 
ing kid” of the Big Meadows country. This 
makes the eighth deer that the boy has taken, 
and for the past few years the youngster has 
bagged a deer on the morning the season opened. 
John Williams of this city, Fred Peck, Allen 
Paddock, Will Swing and Ralph Swing also 
killed fine bucks. 
One of the strangest kills of the season was 
made by T. F. Sibley at Mineral King. After 
making the kill Sibley approached the animal 
only to find that he had killed a doe which 
proudly carried on her head a set of two-point 
horns. Sibley’s companions, hearing his calls 
upon the discovery, ran to his aid only to find 
that his buck was a doe. The animal was nor¬ 
mal in every other way. 
JUST A SPRIG OF MOUNTAIN HEATHER. 
Government administrations are supposed to 
be without poetry or sentiment, but the Depart¬ 
ment of the Interior of the Dominion of Can¬ 
ada certainly cannot be accused of these fail¬ 
ings. It has recently issued under the title, 
“Just A Sprig of Mountain Heather,” a very 
beautifully printed pamphlet, giving the story of 
the heather and some facts about the mountain 
playgrounds of the Dominion, in which the 
heather is found. The booklet is bound in a 
double brown cover, and bears on the front 
page a novelty in the shape of a sprig of real 
mountain heather pressed, and in bloom. The 
effect with the gold lettering and silk cord bind¬ 
ing, coupled with the fine printing and vignette 
illustrations in color, is to form a souvenir 
which anybody might be pleased to receive. 
