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FOREST AND STREAM 
Feb. 24, 1912 
official invitations to the riflemen of Europe and South 
America, to come to the United States next year. 
Although the United States has been a member for 
several years of the International Union of National 
Rifle Associations, in which fourteen nations hold mem¬ 
bership, and under whose auspices the French meet is 
being held, this year is the first time this country will 
be represented. The try-out to select the men for the 
team will be held at Camp Perry, O., in the latter part 
of May. The International Union will be invited to hold 
its meet next year at Camp Perry. 
A HUNT AT BEAR HOLE. 
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George also. The dogs could not follow an 
inch. They bothered for a long time. The 
bushes were all cut away at the point where I 
aimed. George said, “Do you believe that 
rabbits can withhold their scent?” I said, “I 
have seen happenings that would make me think 
so.” “I know so,” said George. But thoughts 
or imaginings would not help the case. The 
rabbit was gone, and the dogs could not find 
him. 
Now, during all this time the rabbit was 
speeding away unharmed. He fled directly back 
to the part of the wilderness where he had 
come from just before my shot. Finally the 
dogs disappeared in the brush, and for some 
time afterward nothing was heard of them. 
George left me and soon called out: “Come 
down here! There is a wood road where we 
will have a good chance to shoot if the dogs 
can pick up the track.” So I went in his direc¬ 
tion, came to the road and leaped down by his 
side. Then George passed up the road to a 
little elevation, and I went down about a gun¬ 
shot from his, and there I stood mid-way be¬ 
tween him and Doc, whom I could see at a 
turn in the road below me. 
All at once the dogs sung out in full chorus, 
thereby informing us that they had got Bunny 
again on the jump. Presently I heard Doc’s 
gun, and looking down the road, I saw the 
quarry lying in the rut dead. The rabbit looked 
as if every shot in the gun had struck him, and 
Doc said that the rabbit was blown right into 
the air by the force of the discharge. 
When the dogs came up, they had the happy 
privilege of tasting the game—the little dog. 
Sport, jumping nearly as high as Doc’s head to 
get at him, and the big dog. Spot, sticking his 
sharp claws into Doc’s legs as he sought to 
get an extra bite at his victim. 
Doc reloaded and in we went, passing over 
ridge after ridge, like the foothills of the 
Rockies, and all the time drawing nearer to the 
head of Bear Hole Pond. On the way we 
flushed a few partridges, at which no one fired— 
out of season—and a couple of black ducks 
were seen whirling through the air. We con¬ 
tinued on our course for about an hour without 
finding anything whatever. We went down a 
road which led us to a spring and partook there¬ 
of, and after a little rest, decided to pursue our 
way back by going on the opposite side of the 
pond, as by so doing we would not only be 
hunting over new ground, but would also have 
better walking. We passed through one swamp 
on the way, where the alders and birches were 
thick, and the grass as high as the waist, and 
the water’ up to the knee. We did not think 
our guide had foretold us truly about the good 
walking, and backing out of the swamp, ad¬ 
vanced to higher ground, and just as \^e got 
there. Sport started off down the road. Fred 
called, but in vain. Presently we heard the dog 
yelp. Fred went to see what was the matter, 
while we waited. The dog reappeared, bound¬ 
ing down the high bank toward us with every 
manifestation of joy, such as a good dog would 
display at pleasing his master. Fred was calling 
his dog at the top of his voice, but Sport paid 
no heed. He preferred to stay with us. We 
shouted over and over again to Fred that his 
dog was here and called to him to come back. 
The wind, however, was blowing away from 
Fred in our direction, and he never heard a 
word we said; but we could hear his voice, 
sounding further and further in the distance. 
Finally we put in after him, but did not over¬ 
take him until we had put forth our utmost 
exertions for full half an hour. 
At Doc’s suggestion, it was decided to cross 
the main highway and try the woods opposite 
Much has been said and written during the past few 
years of what police dogs are, what they can and must 
do in capturing criminals, protecting their masters on 
duty and assisting with arrests. One of the first notable 
acts of Max, an imported Belgian shepherd dog in New 
York city, was to discover and report to the precinct 
station the fact that a man—one of the lower ten, poor, 
ill-clad, without a home and almost starved—lay asleep 
in a vacant lot, while a blizzard was singing a lullaby. 
Weddo von Eichthal, one of the finest specimens in 
America. 
But for Max this man would have frozen to death. 
There are many similar instances. 
The city of Hildesheim, in Germany, has the dis¬ 
tinction of being the mother of police dog interests. 
It was there that Senator Dr. Gerland, in November, 
189G, introduced the first dogs to aid officers on duty. 
Twelve dogs were secured. From this small beginn ng. 
Commissioner Waesemael, of Ghent, Switzerland, in 
April, 1899, took his cue to add dogs for all officers 
doing night work, 
England has in Major Hautonville Richardson, F.Z.S., 
M.S.A., a staunch friend of the police dog. He is 
leaning especially toward Red-Cross dogs and rnake this 
sub-branch at Panbridge in Scotland his main duty. 
His favorite so far is the English bloodhound, but it 
is said that he will at an early date look into other 
breeds used for similar purposes. 
That England is leaning more and more to German 
dogs is proved by the many interesting reports that its 
dailies bring out from time to time, and the discussions 
thus inspired are bound, finally to see “old Eng'and,” 
too, preferring Dobermans, Airedales (their own anyway) 
and German shepherds. 
France, always in the front rank of progress, has 
Lot's house, while I decided to make all speed 
to the house, especially as rain was beginning 
to fall. 
Arrived there, I was disposed to possess my 
soul in patience until their return, when all at 
once a thundering discharge of guns was heard 
in their direction. I looked on in wonderment 
as I saw the party returning—Doc with a big 
handkerchief at his nose—and thought at first 
that an accident had happened. It turned out 
that the discharge of small arms was from an¬ 
other party of gunners whom they met in the 
woods, and they had accordingly returned. Then 
we started homeward by a different road. Doc 
for once took my advice, and consequently we 
reached home safely and without further ad¬ 
venture. I may say, however, for myself, that 
I have not got over that tramp yet. 
passed the days when police dogs were considered toys. 
Holland is following closely in the wake of Germany, 
pursuing German methods, while Belgium is still ad¬ 
hering to the pretty but rather useless circus tricks of 
high and broad jumps, climbing of ladders, etc., that 
can never be of much value to a service canine. 
America has in part adopted police dogs. New York 
city being first to accept them. 
POLICE DOG BREEDS. 
The society for furthering the breeding and employ¬ 
ment of police dogs in Germany approves of the Aire¬ 
dale terrier, German shepherd dog, and Doberman- 
Pinscher. The Rottweiler Club of that country, judg¬ 
ing from the strides toward perfection that the Rott¬ 
weiler has made, will no doubt see ere long their 
favorite stamped with the seal of official approval. 
These are all good breeds, and to try to make dis¬ 
tinctions on main issues would prove a failure. Where 
one breed may excel in one line, it may be excelled 
in another at times by some other breed. The fanc.er 
preferring an Airedale should get one, and leave 
pinschers and shepherds alone, and vice versa. As long 
as we select strong specimens, farrn-grown, from a line 
of ancestors famed for brains, grit and vitality, with 
good scenting qualities, we are certain to get flatter.ng 
results in any of the above breeds. 
Broadly speaking, we will say, however, if you are 
looking for a dog for protective purposes and to be¬ 
come excessively sharp on the criminal, if need be, take 
Imported Hertha Doberman brings home the revolver. 
the Airedale terrier or the Doberman-Pinscher; if you 
value a good nose most, take the bloodhound or the 
German shepherd, who has inherited from his ancestor, 
the Siberian wolf, a most excellent scent; if you want 
a dog to become an adjunct to a life-saving station on 
the seashore or a watering place, take the Airedale, who, 
on account of his lineal descent from the otterhound. 
The Police Dog 
By THEO. F. JAGER 
Author of “Police Dog in Word and Picture” and “The Doberman-Pinscher” 
