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another $5 he may fish all the waters of the 
colony for seven months of the year. 
Feathered game and fish are abundant every¬ 
where. Lakes, lagoons and marshes of both 
islands are inhabited by millions of ducks and 
other waterfowl, and the uplands are the home 
of pheasants, Bob White and California quail, 
wild pigeons and innumerable native birds, in¬ 
cluding the unique kiwi, the wingless miniature 
copy of the extinct moa. 
New Zealand trout fishing is a revelation to 
anglers. The California rainbow trout has 
thriven marvelously in the Rotorua lakes, at¬ 
taining a length of 36 inches and a weight of 
more than 20 pounds, and increasing in numbers 
almost beyond belief. During the season from 
November, 1904, to April 30, 1905, the registered 
catch of trout from Rotorua waters was 15-043 
fish, weighting 57.819 pounds. Reports of 
catches are voluntary, and the register shows 
probably not much more than half the total 
catch. Yet the lakes are so full of fish and so 
rich in food that the enormous catch has no 
perceptible effect upon the supply and no re¬ 
striction has been placed upon fishermen. 
Besides Salmo Widens, the English brown trout, 
the Loch Leven trout and Salmo fontinalis have 
been put into New Zealand waters and the fish¬ 
ing in all lakes and streams is incomparable. 
The pleasures of a sportsman’s outing in New 
Zealand are enhanced by the marvelously beau¬ 
tiful scenery of the islands. It is a land of 
mountains, forests, lakes and rivers. There are 
peaks towering above 14,000 feet, their summits 
always clad with snow, challenging the Alpine 
climber to daring feats. The greatest of known 
glaciers, the Franz Joseph, is in New Zealand; 
the fiords rival those of Norway, and the highest 
waterfall in the world, the Sutherland, exceed¬ 
ing the famed Yosemite, is in the Southern Alps. 
Abundant rainfall keeps the forests green and 
promotes luxuriant undergrowth, and brilliant 
flowers and great tree ferns give to the “bush” 
a tropical appearance that is belied by the mild, 
equable climate. 
For days one may glide down the Wauganui 
in a canoe, shooting rapids, between fern-covered 
cliffs and forest-clad heights that make the 
Hudson seem tame and challenge the wild 
beauty of the Columbia. Through the foliage 
flash birds of brilliant plumage, and the marvel¬ 
ous notes of the bell-bird ring through forest 
aisles. In the open-country Bob White whistles, 
the skylark towers and sings, and thrushes make 
sweetest music. 
New Zealand is the land of heart’s delight, a 
land of peace and plenty and calm content, 
peopled by the best of the Anglo-Saxon race, 
living in harmony with a remnant of the finest 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
native islanders of Polynesia and inviting all the 
world to make their wonderful little country its 
playground and refuge from care and worry. 
Allen Kelly. 
Deer Hunting in Wisconsin. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
On the sixth of November last Bender, Spahr, 
Journay, Dr. MacKey and the writer went to 
Glidden, Wis. Through the courtesy of the man¬ 
agement of the railway we pitched our tents be¬ 
tween Morse and Mellen. Rain had been falling 
and the ground, grass and brush were wet. We 
found a camp site some 500 yards below where 
we were dumped with our baggage, though 
we had roughed it for twenty-four hours,, in 
which time a sleeping berth was impractical, 
owing to three close connecting transfers and 
the possibility of our baggage being left behind. 
By noon we had skidded our baggage down the 
railroad, cleared away the rubbish, erected our 
tents and stoves and got outside of a warm lunch. 
Then we felt better. The next thing was to 
prepare for the night. While delivering our 
checks to the baggage man on the train, so that 
lie could be ready to put our duffle off between 
stations, we discovered that one piece, was miss¬ 
ing. It was my trunk and bedding. 1 he ground 
and the swamp grass were wet, but the rain had 
ceased and the balsam bushes had dried off some. 
I cut and carried in several arm loads of balsam 
boughs, trimmed off the feathery tips and cov¬ 
ered the rear end of our sleeping tent with them. 
The weather was not cold and the boys loaned 
me a couple of pieces of bedding which, added to 
an old comforter, a bear skin lap robe and a 
large sheep skin I had packed in other boxes, 
enabled me to get through the first three nights 
very comfortably. Friday morning the baggage 
man dropped my trunk near camp. As soon as 
the swamp grass dried off we covered the balsam 
some two inches deep with the grass and had 
no reason thenceforth to grumble about our beds. 
We were well pleased with the prospect. We 
had been forewarned that winter set in early in 
what is called the Penokee Iron Range, and 
storms and deep snow or crust was our only 
dread. Dr. MacKey went to Mellen and found 
our hunting licenses awaiting delivery. As a be¬ 
ginning I took my .22 repeater and went to a 
small brushy ravine and got a partridge and a 
rabbit. Spahr brought in two rabbits minus 
their heads, and the Doctor promised . us a 
noodle stew for Sabbath dinner; but the Doctor 
had his casting rod in his outfit and suggested 
that he and I get some fish. We took some par¬ 
tridge entrails and went to a small lake to try fo.r 
ring perch. Then we were struck by a snow 
storm and driven to shelter. I got on the trail 
of two deer, but happened in sight of them just 
as one was looking back preparatory to lying 
down. All I saw was a streak. Night found us 
with two deer, however. Journay got a glimpse 
and a shot at a small doe. The next evening we 
had our third deer, a fine large buck. 
On the 14th Journay and Spahr killed a doe 
and a fawn. The following day rain fell most 
all day mixed now and then with sleet making 
quite a crust on the snow by Saturday morn¬ 
ing, and Sunday was a good day to lie in camp— 
cold, windy and noisy. Monday, Tuesday and 
Wednesday we got nothing but tired legs. 
Thursday morning the bushes were loaded with 
a fresh coating of snow. I found by careful 
estimate each exposed horizontal limb or twig 
of the diameter of a lead pencil held a ridge of 
snow inches high. ^Ve simply had to wade 
and burrow into the hazel thickets or stay out. 
In the more open woods I tried knocking the 
snow off the brush in front of me with a light 
club or stick, but we had no hope of seeing deer 
when thus engaged. We followed a buck trail, 
however, until he left our hunting range and 
coming in I shot a rabbit. In the afternoon I 
cut westward across the hills to a point where 
I hoped to find sign of a doe and fawn, nor was 
I disappointed. I followed their trail some dis¬ 
tance, but they ran across an old chopping for 
all the world like they had seen me and had no 
intention of allowing me to get near them, then 
stopped and one lay down behind the first tree 
they came to right at the edge of the green woods, 
the other standing by looking back over their 
trail. There they stayed until I, floundering 
along in the deep snow stopped on top of a 
ridge to climb on to a large pine stump, when 
flash! they went into the snow-laden brush. I 
followed in, crossed their trail in a hazel thicket 
where I could see the snowy side of a hill not 
over 100 yards distant, went on and circled, com¬ 
ing out on the hill so I could look down among 
the hazel, then came down the hill through the 
brush only to find the deer had gone back over 
my trail, intending, no doubt, to back track them¬ 
selves, but in the edge of the clearing were 
frightened at the approach of a couple of our 
boys and ran off southward across the chopping, 
stopping to walk along our neighbor hunter’s 
newly made trail a few rods to show their con¬ 
tempt for hunters in general and Indiana hun¬ 
ters in particular. 
When I went down through that thicket and 
crossed their trail they were not fifty steps from 
me, but I could not see half that distance into 
the snow-laden brush. So ended our hunt for 
the year 1906. We got five deer and some small 
game. Had some five days’ good hunting weather 
and all told, a good, jolly, rough and tumble 
time. G. W. Cunningham. 
A Tame Deer Butchered. 
Livingston, Mont., Jan. 13. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: With this I send some photographs by 
Berry of a buck killed in the little park be¬ 
tween the gate of Yellowstone Park and the 
Gardiner depot. This buck is supposed to be 
the same one whose picture Berry sent you, the 
one lying down in the edge of some willows in 
the same little park. Berry calls the picture 
“Solid Comfort.” Some one murdered this 
deer, for no one calls it anything else. It, like 
all the deer and game around here, had lost 
all fear of man. One could pass within a few 
feet of it. There were tracks of two people 
who were connected with this most unnatural 
murder. The tracks show that one had on over¬ 
shoes, the other leather shoes or boots, SO' Berry 
informs me. The next night the body was 
carried away. 
1 made a hurried visit to Gardiner; was there 
only a few hours on the 12th inst. I saw jots 
of antelope, but did not get up Gardiner River 
to where I could see the other game, but it is 
about the same as before, only more of it. Major 
Pitcher has gone east. The people of Gardiner 
with whom I talked were very much worked up 
over the killing of the buck. I do hope they 
will get on to the parties who did it. Killed 
with a shotgun. T. Elwood Hofer. 
Copyright, 1905, by W. S. Berry. 
TAME DEER VISITORS TO YELLOWSTONE PARK WILL REMEMBER, AND THE ONE THAT WAS KILLED. 
