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FOREST AND STREAM 
Live Notes From The Field 
Being Weekly Reports From Our Local Correspondents 
EDITOR HYDE LIKES “FOREST AND 
STREAM.” 
Editor Hyde of Port Washington News has 
long been a reader of Forest and Stream, having 
purchased his first copy in the 70’s when a dog¬ 
wood pole, cut from his grandfather’s woods an¬ 
swered all purposes as a fishing rod. 
“I have always found the columns of Forest 
and Stream,” said Mr. Hyde to a Forest and 
Stream representative a few days ago, “replete 
with real live sporting news, and the most re¬ 
liable advertising. If a fellow wants to know 
what is going on in the sporting world and where 
to buy the right kind of goods his wants will 
be satisfied by reading Forest and Stream.” 
THE LONE FOX. 
It was a bitter day in December as Col. Ryder 
and the writer started out to get a shot at a 
cunning reynard that had been depleting the 
neighborhood of all its best poultry. 
We left Horton’s Hostelry shortly after six 
in the morning, having had a breakfast of cold 
meat, cold bread, cold coffee, and an eye-opener 
of “Red-Eye,” which sufficed to warm our vitals 
sufficiently to enable us to face the severe weath¬ 
er of a tempestuous day, when the wind blew 
chill, and the nose grew red, and the fingers 
became numb beneath the bleak breezes that blew 
with unabated fury from the Atlantic across the 
Cape to Massachusetts Bay. 
The Colonel told me to keep back at his left, 
and he would go toward the covert where on 
several occasions previously he had started an 
old dog fox that always escaped him at a cer¬ 
tain point, beyond which his dog could never 
follow. 
I accordingly followed his advice, and kept on 
after “Old Sport,” his imported English fox 
hound, and waltzed several miles toward 
Provincetown without hearing or seeing anything 
of Sir Vulpes. He had apparently vanished into 
thin air. 
I kept on, however, until I arrived at a cross 
road, where the Colonel told me the fox would 
be sure to come, provided he was not lost on the 
beach below. 
I took my stand as directed, and remained 
there for two mortal hours without hearing, or 
seeing any signs of life anywhere. But all at 
once some hundred yards away, I saw some¬ 
thing that looked like a fuzzedmsh, blown along 
by the wind, in my direction. 
I was pretty well benumbed by my long and 
watchful waiting, and prepared to shoot with 
deadly accuracy if the object I saw was really 
a fox, rather than a fuzze-bush. But just as 
soon as I saw plainly the object approaching 
was nothing more nor less than a fox, and raised 
my gun to fire, an old farmer came out of his 
house nearby and bawled aloud at the fox to 
scare him away, thinking that he was after some 
of his poultry. 
At the first sound of the farmer’s voice the 
fox pricked up his ears, stopped, and then made 
a sudden leap out of the road, and ran swiftly 
toward a field adjacent to the woods until he 
came to a Virginia rail fence. Then he slipped 
under the rails, went a few rods further, dodged 
back again to the other side of the fence, and 
kept keeping up this manoeuvre as long as I 
could see him. 
When the Colonel’s dog came up he could not 
carry the trail of the fox any further. 
He went under the fence and came back 
again—and over and over again he tried to pick 
up the trail, which the fox had disconnected by 
his wily cunning. 
Words will not describe my feelings there¬ 
upon ; for I had felt sure of getting that fox 
when I first saw him coming toward me in 
the cart path. I had posted myself at a corner 
where two roads met, according to the Colonel’s 
directions; and had patiently waited for Sir 
Vulpes until I was nearly frozen, and was pre¬ 
pared to give him a salute when near enough 
to finish him; but the cunning of the fox proved 
to be superior to the nose of the dog; and with 
great grief in my heart, I had to retire from 
my position, and await the Colonel’s coming, 
and announce to him the escape of the wily 
fugitive; and so, for the time being, he avoided 
the fate which soon after overtook him. 
8,000.000 YOUNG TROUT. 
Sisson, Calif., Oct. 24.—The fish distributing 
car from the state hatchery was on its twenty- 
sixth trip this season when its superintendent, 
Francis McCrea, was killed in an accident at Gib¬ 
son, Friday morning. The hatchery has scattered 
8,000,000 young trout over the state since the sea¬ 
son opened and 600,000 more are on hand to be 
distributed. 
NORTHERN SHRIKE AFTER DOVES. 
Bangor, Maine, November 10, 1914. 
The first-comer for the winter, the Great North¬ 
ern Shrike ( Lanins Borealis ) got in some 
butcher-bird amusement by following three do¬ 
mestic doves from one barn-roof to another 
barn-roof some half a mile away. The writer 
watched the flight and chase until he was sure 
the doves were really afraid of the butcher-bird, 
and that the shrike was anxious to get at the 
doves. 
The chief point of difference noticed was that 
the doves could fly much faster than the butcher¬ 
bird—at a ratio of 3 to 2 or greater. 
This is the first observation made concerning 
the dove-eating habits of the Great Northern 
Shrike. 
For the past six winters a half dozen pairs 
or more of these shrikes have followed up the 
power wires of a pulp and paper company, which 
extend from the Bodwell Power Company at 
Orono, Maine, to the Eastern Manufacturing 
Company at South Brewer, Maine. 
One wonders why both species of Shrike known 
to Eastern and Northern Maine should seek 
out power wires for winter roosting places. 
OBSERVER. 
DISEASE ATTACKS MOUNTAIN SHEEP 
AND GOATS. 
The department of agriculture has undertaken 
the investigation of a serious disease which is 
affecting the Rocky Mountain bighorn sheep and 
the mountain goats, and is reported as existing 
on the Lemhi national forest in Idaho. 
The forest officers think that it is the same 
disease that caused the mountain sheep to die in 
great numbers during 1882-3. The nature of the 
disease is not known, though it results fatally 
and sheep affected with it seem to have rough 
and mangy coats and are very much emaciated. 
Three bureaus of the department are engaged in 
the study—the biological survey, bureau of ani¬ 
mal industry, and the forest service. A com¬ 
petent veterinanian has already gone to Idaho 
to start the work. 
DUCKING GOOD IN MARYLAND. 
Baltimore, Md., Nov. 14. 
Local and out-of-town gunners down for duck 
shooting on the Susequehanna flats report game 
plentiful, but hard to bag. Few successful hunt¬ 
ers have shot 25 ducks, due to unfavorable 
weather conditions. The snappy weather is ele¬ 
gant for duck shooting, especially canvasbacks, 
the raw northwest winds blow the water off the 
flats, leaving the feeding grounds exposed in 
many places. As a consequence the fowls go 
further down the bay to deeper water because 
they will not eat where they cannot wash their 
food. Among local gunners at the flats are Vin¬ 
cent Oliver, M. Church, William Beevan, Clar¬ 
ence Dolan and Yale Dolan. Oliver bagged 
twenty Monday. 
CAUGHT IN ROCK RIVER. 
Dixon, Ill., Nov. 3—While fishing in Rock 
river Charles Everson of Beloit caught a sala¬ 
mander, a very rare reptile for this stream. The 
body was covered with red spots while a pair 
of wings were attached to the head. The speci¬ 
men, was 15 inches in length, unusually large, 
and the prize attracted much attention. If the 
captive survives it will be presented to some 
public park or aquarium. 
BRUIN OF 300 POUNDS KILLED. 
Clayton, N. Y., Nov. 3.—Dr. W. J. Ross and 
son, Jack, returned home Saturday after a two 
weeks’ hunt in the Adirondacks. Dr. Ross was 
successful in getting a deer and a bear, the 
latter weighing 300 pounds, being a fine speci¬ 
men. Bruin made a game fight and it took three 
shots to finish him. The hide was nice and black, 
and “Doc” intends to have it made into a rug. 
Last Tuesday there was a snowfall of six 
inches in the big woods and this helped the hunt¬ 
ing materially. Fortunately there was no rain and 
cold weather which followed the storm and which 
might have caused a crust to form. Hunters 
hung up many deer as a result of this storm. 
