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turned at night, he had a total of five javelins. 
In the afternoon Percy shot at a big buck run¬ 
ning, but did not get him and brought in a 
large rattlesnake for a substitute. That night 
the dogs stayed in camp and kept us awake 
barking at coyotes that were after more deer 
liver. Every night and morning we could hear 
the unearthly howls of coyotes. Lee set some 
traps while at camp, catching five. 
One afternoon, Lee, Percy and myself started 
on a javelin hunt with Mocho, a red bob-tailed 
hound; Fido, a black ring-necked hound; 
Beulah, a half bull-cur, and Coley, a brown 
hound. After going' about a mile, the dogs 
started several javelins, which turned and 
dodged all the dogs except Mocho, who went 
out of hearing, as the wind was very strong. 
We waited for him until nearly sunset. On the 
way to camp, Fido started a young sow. 
Beulah and Coley joined in. Coley, a young 
hound, was always behind barking as loud as 
he could. After the dogs bayed the second 
time. Lee and I saw the javelin but could not 
shoot for fear of hitting Percy. It was nearly 
dark when the dogs bayed her for the last time 
and I stopped about fifty yards from her, as the 
brush was very thick; Lee went in and shot 
her. The dogs were on her, but only for a 
moment, as she was not badly wounded. She 
started for Lee, who fired again and missed 
but finally killed her. Mocho came in about 
nine o’clock slightly wounded. 
Dr. Wills, Lee, and myself were off early 
next day on horses, so we could keep up with 
the dogs. When we had gone a couple of 
miles the dogs started a bunch of javelins, 
running them about a mile and then baying. 
Going to the dogs, we heard Coley yelp, and 
Lee remarked that a javelin had killed Coley, 
but we would go to the other dogs first. On 
arriving, I saw a large javelin run at Mocho, 
biting him through the ham. It turned and 
came within ten yards of me, its teeth snapping 
all the time; I started to shoot, but Lee shouted, 
“Don’t shoot, you might kill my dogs.” Lee 
finally killed the javelin. 
Carrying Mocho and the javelin to the 
horses, we found Coley, whom Dr. Wills ex¬ 
amined. The poor dog had received no wounds 
but was only frightened. As he had been cut 
very badly a few weeks before, his actions 
were excusable. Dr. Wills took the javelin on 
his horse and Lee took Mocho. He looked 
so pitiful that I swore I would never hunt 
javelins with the dogs again. Lee certainly 
thought lots of his dogs because a faithful old 
dog had saved his life twice in one night. 
While camping he was awakened by his dog 
backing up on him and growling. Striking a 
match, he found a large rattlesnake near him. 
Early in the morning the dog had a fight with 
a mad coyote near where he was asleep. The 
coyote escaped after biting the dog, who never 
got over it. 
We 'spent the afternoon bathing in the creek 
and shooting quail, as the bucks were driven 
away by the dogs. Dr. Wills killed a large 
rattlesnake, and after skinning him, made about 
five ounces of rattlesnake oil, which he tried 
to get Bill to put on some quail that he was 
broiling; but Bill positively refused. 
The last day of the hunt Decker and I were 
the only ones to go out. I had heard of red 
shirts hypnotizing deer, and as I had my limit, 
I was anxious to experiment for future knowl¬ 
edge. After hunting a while I made for the 
hills to see what effect the shirt would have on 
things. But after stampeding two herds of cattle 
I returned to camp. I am through with red 
shirts for all times. 
That day we broke cafnp and returned to the 
ranch house. There was not a day in the hunt 
that we did not have venison, javelin, quail, fish 
or ducks, and everbody enjoyed the outing. 
D. A. Segrest. 
A Taxpayer’s Plea. 
Philadelphia, Pa., Dec. 29.— Editor Forest 
and Stream: While a majority of thoughtful 
sportsmen probably agree that the license sys¬ 
tem as now in effect in most States is a wise 
provision, many contend that some of the rough 
edges might well be taken from the law, as far 
as non-residents are concerned, without impair¬ 
ing its effectiveness. Particularly is this so in 
regard to New Jersey, the summer play ground 
of many city, residents who are also quite ex¬ 
tensive owners of summer homes and real estate, 
but whose voting residence may be just over the 
line. Should such a person desire to spend a 
few days gunning with his country friends he 
is taxed $10.50, notwithstanding the fact that he 
is a heavy taxpayer, and the resident pays $1.15 
for the same privilege and perhaps pays not 
even a poll tax. It would seem that a just course 
would be to let a non-resident in on the basis 
of a resident if it could be shown that he had 
paid local taxes equal to or exceeding the $10.50. 
It might be urged that this method would in¬ 
volve great expense and considerable extra work, 
but when it is noted that the very official who 
issues the license—the county clerk—has all the 
data right at hand in his office to establish a 
claim for exemption, this objection loses weight. 
A tax receipt accompanying an application would 
also be a simple and direct method. 
I doubt if the State treasury would lose a 
penny were this system adopted compared with 
the few that are now collected at the full rate. 
And besides it would tend to promote a feeling 
that the game resources were not being exploited 
for revenue only and would enlist more people 
in the cause of seeing laws enforced rather than 
trying to evade them. Public sentiment is far 
more powerful than game wardens, many of 
whom are decidedly lax, not to say lukewarm, 
when it comes to questioning friends and neigh¬ 
bors as to their legal standing as to killing game. 
This was shown in one instance where a noted 
huntsman in one of the shore counties killed a 
fine buck deer and then immediately started for 
the county seat to procure a license, although 
he had previously been gunning every day. I 
am sure no real sportsman would object to pay¬ 
ing a dollar to help improve the sport he loves, 
but when it comes to doubling the cost of a day 
or two in the field or in the blind by paying the 
non-resident license tax in addition to heavy 
taxes on othqr local property, many very good 
citizens differ with the men who claim to have 
the welfare of the gunner and effective preser¬ 
vation of game as their chief object. 
W. H. E. 
All the game laws of the United States and 
Canada, revised to date and now in force, are 
given in the Game Lazos in Brief. See adv. 
Deer Hunting in Arizona. 
Ash Fork, Ariz., Dec. 20 — Editor Forest and 
Stream: This part of Arizona is unsurpassed 
for fine climate. Altitude at 6,000 feet, the air 
is clear and crisp and one wants to be outdoors 
all the time. One cannot get enough to eat, and 
it is simply a joy to be alive. 
I am hunting on Reid, Evans & Co.’s cattle 
ranch, about twenty miles northwest of Ash 
Fork, in the foothil’s of the Floyd Mountains. 
It is an ideal country for deer. One of the 
cowboys, John Markham, showed me the coun¬ 
try where a bunch of deer can usually be found. 
The first morning I was here I took my .35 
automatic, and with a few extra clips of car¬ 
tridges in my pockets, started for the cedar 
brakes about a mile and a half southeast of the 
ranch house. It was raining and had been for 
two days, consequently the ground was soft, but 
not enough to interfere with hunting, and made 
one’s steps almost noiseless, a big point in favor 
of the still-hunter. 
I struck out at a merry clip for a ridge, and 
about half way had to stop and catch up with 
my breathing. I had forgotten the high alti¬ 
tude and was going at my accustomed gait while 
in a cornfield in Oklahoma shooting quail. The 
walking was fine, however, and the only time I 
have felt dead tired was after tugging and lift¬ 
ing a big blacktail buck which I had killed and 
gotten to camp. 
After that I filled my pipe, sat out on the 
steps, looked back over the distant snow-covered 
peaks of the San Francisco Mountains and 
wished for one of my old shooting companions. 
These blacktails are big deer. One has a right 
to feel tired after he has brought one of them 
in on a horse, hung, skinned and cut it up all 
by himself. 
Going through a small patch of scrub cedar, a 
big jack rabbit hopped up about sixty yards 
away, sat on his haunches and eyed me until 1 
was sorely tempted to see just what a high 
power bullet from the .35 would do for him, 
but I knew that it would not do to mix jack 
rabbit shooting and deer hunting. The next 
cedar-covered ridge was a half mile across the 
smooth open valley that usually is to be found 
between the ridges, and it was on this ridge 
that many tracks had been seen the evening be¬ 
fore. The cowboys had told me that one had 
to live here for several months before he could 
see a deer standing among the cedars before 
it started to run, consequently I was very watch¬ 
ful and was using all the deer hunting sense I 
had gained in the past years of hunting the 
whitetails, going very cautiously, creeping to the 
edge of open glades and standing and looking 
over everything and every place that looked like 
it might hide a deer. When I had about reached 
the fop of the ridge a movement off to my left 
caught my eye, and like the trained pointer I 
“froze” instantly. There he was, but I could 
see nothing but just that enormous head of horns 
and those big ears facing me, and could not tell 
whether he was beyond the ridge from me, as 
he was partly hidden by the barren limbs of a 
fallen cedar, and as he was not more than eighty 
yards away, I instantly decided that I would 
have to risk a shot at his head. But as I shifted 
the rifle to raise it, he leaped to his feet, having 
been lying down all the time, gave one great 
leap, and as he went up in the air the rifle 
