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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[May 29, 1909. 
Thomas Sears Young. 
Thomas Sears Young died Friday morning, 
May 21, at his home, 42 East Fifty-third street. 
New York city. 
Mr. Young was born in New York sixty-one 
years ago, went to Phillips Academy at An¬ 
dover, and from there to Princeton, where he 
graduated in the class of 1871. He had been 
a member of the New York Stock Exchange 
for nearly thirty-five years. 
Mr. Young was an ardent sportsman and was 
especially devoted to yachting and to duck 
shooting. He was one of the founders of the 
Seawanhaka Y. C., and for many years had 
been a member of the executive committee of 
the Narrows Island Club of Currituck Sound. 
At his home at Oyster Bay he owned boats of 
many types and in summer spent much time 
in experimenting with them. He took up shoot¬ 
ing in middle life and became devoted to the 
•sport and an -excellent duck shot. 
Mr. Young was a member of Princeton and 
University Clubs, of the Sons of the Revolu¬ 
tion and for many years had been a trustee of 
the Church of the Holy Communion. He was 
a man of peculiarly lovable nature. With a 
manner that first struck one as brusque and 
downright, he was in fact one of the most genial 
and sweet natured of men. He had a multi¬ 
tude of friends who will greatly miss him. 
Connecticut Sportsmen. 
Uncasville, Conn., May 24. —Editor Forest 
mid Stream: Two prominent sportsmen of 
Connecticut, Messrs. Russell Perkins, of Pom- 
fret Center, and Arthur B. Lapsley, of Brook¬ 
lyn, Conn., recently issued a notice to the sports¬ 
men of Connecticut requesting them to attend 
a meeting called for May 15, 1909, to be held at 
the Allyn House, of Hartford, with a view of 
organizing a State Sportsman’s Association for 
the protection of game and fish, and for a better 
enactment of laws that would tend to increase 
the supply. 
The response in person from the eight coun¬ 
ties composing the State was most flattering, 
and the enthusiasm of the delegates fore¬ 
shadowed successful results, and it is not going 
out of our way to prophesy, from the expres¬ 
sion of feelings and interest manifested on the 
occasion of these preliminary proceedings, that 
the project is launched under the most favor¬ 
able auspices, and all that remains to make it 
a perfect success is the united support of those 
interested in the subject. 
This cause is worthy of the deepest considera¬ 
tion of all resident devotees of the gun and rod, 
for the usefulness of the organization will not 
■stop at the mere producing of birds to shoot 
•or fish to catch. One of its prime objects is a 
more genial and comprehensive understanding 
Between sportsmen, instructing those in need of 
a Fetter interpretation of and obedience to the 
laws, promoting socially better and more effi¬ 
cient relations between sportsmen, repealing 
superfluous and inactive statutes and codifying 
in a concrete form laws in order to render them 
more efficient by eliminating all possibilities for 
technical escapes by evaders of the law. 
This work may seem a trifle startling, but its 
accomplishment, replete with beneficial results, 
■can be easily attained by the co-operative efforts 
of sportsmen and their putting into the work 
an enthusiasm that will eventually produce the 
greatest benefits to the greatest number. 
I hope all will view this embryo rally in the 
same light as the projectors, who wisely foresaw 
the necessity of a parent organization with its 
wider scope and more powerful influences. 
I hope that all good sportsmen interested in 
the preservation and increase of birds, fish and 
game animals, the betterment of laws to this 
end will give this project, of which I have tried 
to give a synopsis, their unqualified support and 
adherence. Washington A. Coster, 
Sec’y and Treas. 
Just Dogs. 
Berlin, N. Y., May 22.— Editor’ Forest and 
Stream: Jack, my beagle hound, has moved 
on, and without a dog my house hardly seems 
like home. After years of fox terriers a friend 
suggested a beagle, as this is a rabbit country, 
and about a year and a half ago I bought puppy 
Jack, whose long pedigree was certainly a thing 
of beauty. 
Last week Jack murdered a lamb and helped 
worry its mother. He was to be killed, but a 
visitor from Massachusetts saved his life by 
taking him to his home. 
From the first Jack was a disappointment. He 
seemed to lack heart even as a puppy. When 
the shooting season opened and he heard the 
report of a gun he had a severe attack of heart 
failure. He would rush home and hide for 
hours under the woodshed. 
This spring he went on a fishing trip with 
me, but with the first cast of the line he dis¬ 
appeared. Probably the nickel reel flashing in 
the sunlight reminded him of a gun. 
I am convinced that Greeley, a fox terrier, 
was at the bottom of the lamb slaughter. That 
day Greeley came to my house and coaxed Jack 
to go for a tramp. He helped Jack in the evil 
deed and the witness says both dogs were covered 
with blood, which they washed off in the brook 
running through the sheep fold. 
Greeley was of my own breeding. I gave him 
to a farmer who lives on the mountain a short 
distance away. After one night in his new home 
he returned, but a mild punishment convinced 
him that his quarters were permanently changed. 
Still he was a frequent visitor and was always 
made welcome. If he made a late call and the 
night was stormy, he was given a bed and per¬ 
mitted to remain for breakfast, after which he 
went cheerfully home. 
Greeley’s son, Toby, whom I retained because 
he was the clown of the litter, was a great 
favorite among the village dogs, who never 
fought him, and in one instance at least pro¬ 
tected him from the onslaught of a strange dog 
traveling through our valley. 
His best friend was a toy black and tan who 
would come to the back door and by a few 
feeble barks invite Toby out for a romp. 
Toby greatly enjoyed the visit of his father, 
Greeley, whose friendship, however, nearly cost 
him his life. One morning Greeley appeared 
and took Toby up on the hill to fight a battle- 
scarred bull terrier. The father engaged the 
enemy in front and the son made a rear attack, 
chewing one of the victim’s hind feet severely. 
I heard the roar of battle, but before I could 
open the pasture gate and climb the hill the 
victory was won and the enemy was in full re¬ 
treat along the hillcrest. A few days later the 
bull terrier, hitherto a friend, met Toby alone, 
and but for prompt intervention would have 
sent him to dog heaven; as it was his throat 
was severely slashed. 
Toby never sat down as dogs do. He poured 
himself on the floor. His fore feet would be 
planted properly, but his hind quarters were al¬ 
ways sprawled out in some ungainly position. 
Taking a walk he would precede you, stop just 
in front of you in the middle of a narrow path 
and wait for you to step on him. Automobiles 
and locomotives he considered enemies and al¬ 
ways raced along barking and risking his life 
under their wheels. He finally got on my nerves 
to' such an extent that I found a home for him 
in Albany. 
After him came Jack and now Jack has gone. 
I tell my wife and son that my next venture 
will be an Angora cat. but deep down in my 
heart I know there is a wjsh for a dog. 
R. A. Saunderson. 
The Point of View. 
San Antonio, Tex., May 2 .—Editor Forest 
and Stream: Like many other matters this 
game preservation question depends upon the 
point of view. 
For the past eight months I have been leisurely 
traveling through the Southern States and have 
hunted some and listened much. 
All through the South, from Virginia to Texas, 
there is an abundance of game; in fact, there 
has always been so much that the residents do 
not realize how blessed they are in this particu¬ 
lar, but I am sorry to say they abuse their bless¬ 
ing shamefully. 
Here is an illustration: A very prominent 
man in a certain large Southern city told me 
that every season he sends a thousand shells up 
to his plantation and tells a certain negro that 
he wants five hundred quail during the season, 
and he gets fifty per week regularly. This is 
in addition to what he himself shoots, and he 
is a keen hunter. This same man has a cus¬ 
tomer who brings him quail out of season. He 
said that he told the man not to do so-, but he 
kept on receiving them. I could give you many 
such illustrations. Besides, the magazine and 
automatic gun are used to simply clean up every 
bird in a covey. 
Is it not an acknowledged fact that true sport 
lies in landing a big fish with light tackle? Why 
then is it not true sport to bring the game to 
bag with a weapon that requires skill and nerve 
to handle? Where is the sport in operating a 
machine that simply annihilates the game? 
I have a little 20-gauge gun that seems to 
me to be a true sportsman’s weapon. I hope to 
see all the sporting papers advocate the small¬ 
bore gun. In all my wanderings I manage to 
get my Forest and Stream pretty regularly. 
Small-Bore. 
California Licenses. 
On June i hunting licenses must be procured 
by those who desire to do field hunting in Cali¬ 
fornia, and several changes from the old rules 
have been made. Important among the changes 
to be noted is the new license. The metallic tag 
has been done away with and a card will be 
issued this year. This will contain a descrip¬ 
tion of the owner and his signature. This is 
expected to do away with the loaning practice 
so common in past seasons. 
