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[March 27, 1909. 
trumpet, about ten feet to my right and began 
calling softly. I remember wondering why he 
did not let himself out more, but he was right 
as usual, for almost immediately I heard the 
distant grunt of a bull moose in reply. The 
sounds ceased for a moment and then recom¬ 
menced much nearer. Presently I saw the 
bushes move and a pair of antlers emerge at a 
point directly opposite me, across the lake. I 
could see the old fellow eyeing me, and I stood 
immovable so long as he did. Then, reassured, 
he came slowly down to the water’s edge, and 
I took advantage of the opportunity to take 
the safety off the rifle and raise it into position 
to shoot. 
“Reaching the water, the animal turned and 
presented his left broadside to me. Asa had 
now come over and was standing beside me. 
I leveled my sights and prepared to fire, then 
saying to Asa, T am going to let him have it,’ 
I aimed at the shoulder and pressed the trigger 
slowly and carefully. A moose is a big animal, 
but at two hundred yards he presents none too 
large a target—to a novice. 
“The recoil pushed me back about six inches 
and the puff of vapor momentarily obscured 
the game. When next I saw him he was mov¬ 
ing off into the woods, slowly and majestically. 
I thought I had missed him and fired another 
shot at his flank. The moose disappeared into 
the woods, and for a few minutes more 
answered Asa’s calls with squeals and grunts, 
then all was silence. My guide and I started 
around the lake, met H. and George Gough, 
and we worked our way toward the spot where 
we had last seen the game, stopping occasion¬ 
ally to call, in the hope of arresting the flight 
of our quarry, in case he was alive and making 
off. 
“Arriving at the place where the moose 
ought to be if dead, we searched in vain for a 
time. Then looking through a vista, I saw a 
great horn standing out clearly against the 
water of the lake. The moose was dead. One 
bullet had passed through his body from left 
to right, piercing the extreme top of his lungs. 
The other, striking him from the rear, had 
mushroomed and gone through lengthwise.’’ 
This head had a spread of 52 inches, was 
massive and very symmetrical. The neck was 
short and heavy. The moose measured 6 feet 
8 inches to the top of his shoulder. We 
skinned him out, the skin making one man’s 
pack and the head another, and returned to the 
main camp the next day. 
On Oct. 5 I got a black bear, the biggest, 
George said, he had ever seen. We made a 
woods estimate of his weight and placed it at 
500 to 600 pounds. The skin made a big pack 
load and the fat another. He had over three 
inches of solid fat on his rump. We took some 
steaks but found them too tough to eat, though 
the flavor was good, being much like mutton. 
Moose meat, when tender, is much like good 
beef, and excellent. That same night W. shot 
his moose, which had been called out by Asa 
at dusk, when the light was too poor for ac¬ 
curate shooting, and called out again by Asa 
after it had been badly wounded, to receive an¬ 
other shot. The next morning the trail was 
taken up and followed two miles into the 
woods. B. got his moose on the 7th, at a 
little lake a quarter of a mile east of Stuart 
Lake. This lake was accidentally discovered 
during a tramp and named Bloomer Lake after 
the man who shot the first moose there. 
This country is unmapped and literally un¬ 
known. Gough and Marston are familiar with 
it in a general way, but new lakes and new 
barrens are being discovered continually. 
Everywhere moose have' tracked the soft 
ground until it looks like a barnyard. Beavers 
are in every stream and lake, not an occasional 
one, but numbers of them. At Stuart Lake the 
birch trees are felled in a tangle with their 
tops toward the lake. Beaver dams are numer¬ 
ous, and by keeping quiet, beaver may be seen 
in the water at any time. They are protected 
until 1910. Trout abound in all waters. Many 
a meal was caught on a fly fastened on a piece 
of white cotton twine and an alder branch. The 
best season to hunt this territory is immedi¬ 
ately after the opening of the season—Sept. 16 
—or during November. The poorest time is 
the rutting season, for then the bulls are kept 
in the woods by the cows, of which there are 
three to one, and only occasionally one re¬ 
sponds to the call. 
We saw many signs of black bears, but no 
animals, except the one we got, which was 
working around the carcass of a caribou shot 
by another party. Spruce hens and ruffed 
grouse are quite plentiful and very tame. 
Caribou are plentiful, but as they work mostly 
in the bigger barrens and iru the big timber, we 
shot but one. There is a big barren near Cow 
Mountain wbicb will be found on a good map. 
It is said to be five or six miles long and ex¬ 
cellent caribou ground. We did not get there, 
not having the time, but Gough intends to 
build a camp there next year and open a trail 
to it. It should be an excellent place to hunt, 
for within a short distance is one of the largest 
lakes in that section, said to contain some big 
trout. 
The New Brunswick government has sur¬ 
veyed all this territory in five-mile blocks, and 
blazed tbe surveys. It issues a map locating 
all waters crossed in the work. A copy of this 
may be had by writing the Surveyor General at 
Fredericton, N. B. 
Last year two moose were taken from this 
territory, and this year six. These are the 
only moose, so far as is known, that have gone 
from this country. We saw perhaps seventy- 
five cow moose during the time we were there, 
and four bulls we did not shoot. At the esti¬ 
mated proportion of three cows to one bull, 
we should have seen twenty-five bulls. Asa 
tells me, and Gough confirms the statement, 
that from one to three bulls may be seen at al¬ 
most any time on all the lakes near there, ex¬ 
cept during the rutting season. 
George Gough, Postoffice North View, N. B., 
the man who has opened this territory, is 
medium height, about thirty-five years old, 
weighs 135 pounds, can walk a horse off his 
feet and carry an enormous pack. He is a 
natural woodsman and loves his trade. He in¬ 
stinctively knows the ways of game. He is a 
tireless worker, always willing and never finds 
anything in reason too difficult to undertake. 
Always cool, slow spoken and deliberate. He 
is a good companion. He knows the country 
he has been over like an open book and is con¬ 
tinually exploring new. 
Asa Marston, Postoffice Sisson Ridge, N. B., 
is much like him. A natural hunter; his fifty 
years have been spent in the woods, hunting, 
trapping and lumbering. He is thoughtful of 
your comfort, and always willing to sacrifice 
himself to avoid hardship for those around 
him. Two better men than these, I believe, 
could not be found in New Brunswick. 
This spring and next summer Gough plans to 
build a good camp at Stuart Lake, another at 
Cow Mountain, and a large camp at the present 
site, using the .present camp for a cook house 
and the present cook house for a guide’s camp. 
Parties coming out may take canoes at Buver 
Brook, twelve miles from the main camp, by 
making arrangements ahead. With average 
water the trip through to Plaster Rock may be 
made in two days, a distance of eighty miles by 
water. 
This trip cost $224.32, including Pullman 
service wherever possible, and one day’s stay 
at Quebec. Our party of four brought out 
four moose, all good heads, one bear and one 
caribou. We hunted ten days and were gone 
from home three weeks. C. H. Stuart. 
Bird Killing by Foreigners. 
Verdi, Nev., March 15. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: I have been a subscriber to your 
valuable paper since Jan. i, 1909, only, but I 
have enjoyed reading it very much. I am in¬ 
deed glad to see the fight you are making for 
the songsters, and bird life of our beloved 
land. 
I have just read the article of Edward Howe 
Forbush of Feb, 13; and I heartily agree with 
him, as to those responsible for much of the 
slaughter. Many foreigners, mostly Greek and 
Italians, have been brought here as laborers 
on railroads and waterways, and it seems as if 
every one of them is out with some kind of 
fowling-piece every Sunday, and when not 
working on week days. Woe to the feathered 
tribe, from humming bird to turkey buzzard, 
that comes in their way. All summer, as well 
as in the game season, they may be seen 
potting away at robins, larks and other birds 
that used to nest here in great numbers, even 
taking the nestlings not even able to leave tlie 
nest. Many birds nest in my fruit trees, and 
in the pines in my yard, and you can guess how 
my blood boils when I find the mother birds 
have been killed, and the young dead or dying- 
in their nest. 
May your good work go on. 
S. M. Wiley. 
The Passing of the Wildfowl. 
Fountain City, Ind., March 15 .—Editor Forest 
and Stream: The end of the wild duck is almost 
in sight. Our grandchildren will have flying 
machines that fly five miles to a duck’s one, 
and the proper fad will be to chase the ducks 
and shoot them from a easy seat on the front 
of the machine. Our grandsons will do this, 
but our great grandsons will not, because there 
will then be no ducks. O. H. Hampton. 
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