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velopments, each giving a few yelps occasionally. 
We were about one-fourth of a mile apart on 
the south side of Dustin Pond. At early roost¬ 
ing time a turkey flew to roost about 200 yards 
south of me, and by taking trees on him I got 
within about 125 yards, though he twice shifted 
to other trees. There was no cover to get be¬ 
hind for approaching nearer. It was a very 
dark afternoon, and there were plenty of chances 
of missing, but conditions would not get better, 
and I should never get him without shooting. 
Creeping forward six or eight yards I got a 
rest in the fork of a sapling and several times 
tried to see a bead, but the sight would always 
blur before the bead came. Finally, as it was 
rapidly getting darker, I averaged things up as 
best I could, drew down to the blur, raised that 
to the middle of the turkey, and, as Sam Lovell 
says, “onhitched.” 
The turkey flew, slanting down, about fifty 
yards, and I did some sprinting, for fear the 
turkey would ‘hit the ground a-running.” He 
did not. He died in the three seconds between 
the time of his and my arrival. The bullet hole 
was about his middle. This fellow proved to 
be a fine gobbler. 
Ten minutes later the Doctor shot, and when 
he came up he had a turkey hen that had crossed 
the pond to his call, alighting almost over his 
head. He was using a shotgun. 
The deer and two turkeys stood for the only 
three shots fired on the two hunts, except signal 
shots fired for the Doctor when he was mis¬ 
placed. 
There is such a thing as luck (with trim¬ 
mings). Tripod. 
General George S. Anderson. 
The President has appointed Colonel George 
S. Anderson, Ninth Cavalry, to the rank of 
Brigadier General. 
To most readers of Forest and Stream Gen¬ 
eral Anderson is best known for the extra¬ 
ordinarily effective work he did years ago while 
acting superintendent in charge of the Yellow¬ 
stone National Park. Capt. Anderson took 
charge in February, 1891, and remained there 
for seven years. It was during his term of 
service and by the scout Burgess—sent out to 
do this very thing—-that Howell, the buffalo 
killer, was arrested in March 1894, surrounded 
by the bodies of seven freshly killed bison. This 
capture led to the passage by Congress of the 
act of May 7, 1894, which provided a govern¬ 
ment for the park. Since that time poaching 
within the park has been but little known. 
At the outbreak of the Spanish War, Captain 
Anderson was ordered to Cuba and did good 
service there. Later promoted to be a Colonel, 
he took command of a regiment recruited 
largely from Tennessee, Kentucky and Missouri, 
and when the regiment was ordered to the Phil¬ 
ippines, he and the young giants of his com¬ 
mand did most effective work in subduing and 
pacifying portions of those islands which had 
previously been the scene of insurrection and 
much bloodshed. 
It is reported that General Anderson will be 
ordered to the Philippines again. 
All the game laws of the United States and 
Canada, revised to date and now in force, are 
given in the Game Lazvs in Brief. See adv. 
Encroaching on the Principal. 
Bennington, Vt., Feb. 16.—Editor Forest and 
Stream: I have been particularly interested of 
late in the articles in Forest and Stream by 
Sandy Griswold in reference to the decrease in 
rabbits, wildfowl and other game in his section 
of the country, and in numerous other letters 
from your correspondents in various parts of 
the United States which all point in one direc¬ 
tion and tend to show most convincingly, and 
prove to the most skeptical that the game of 
this country is disappearing considerably faster 
than it can reproduce its species. 
While in conversation with a friend the other 
day the conditions he mentioned seemed to illus¬ 
trate the game situation so aptly that I am 
tempted to call the attention of Forest and 
Stream readers to it. This friend is a retired 
business man. Some years ago his health failed 
him, but he was able to retire from active work 
and live well upon the interest and income from 
his accumulated property. He has a large family 
which of late he complains has grown very ex¬ 
travagant. 
“These are indeed extravagant times,” he 
said. “People nowadays seem to take no thought 
of the future whatever. Several years ago when 
I retired from business I estimated that my 
family and myself could get along comfortably 
upon the interest from my investments, and we 
did so nicely. I watched the matter for several 
years and all went well, so after that I did not 
bother about balancing up accounts each year. 
Of late, however, I have been figuring again, and 
the result has compelled me to sit up and take 
notice. Out of pure thoughtlessness, careless¬ 
ness and extravagance I find we have become 
wasteful and are not only using up our interest 
each year, but are making serious inroads upon 
the principal. As the principal is consumed, of 
course the interest decreases rapidly and reduces 
the net income surprisingly fast. The other day 
I was almost shocked to find by figuring that in 
a very few years at this rate I will be reduced 
to poverty and will be compelled to start all over 
again.” 
“But you are getting along in years,” said I, 
“and what can you do when your fortune is 
wasted ?” 
“I have thought of that,” he said. “Certainly 
I cannot recover again if I lose all I have. 
Logically, the thing I must do is to stop this 
wasteful extravagance at once and confine my¬ 
self and family solely to the interest and income 
again—even though we are compelled to curtail 
our pleasures very much and get along on a re¬ 
duced allowance.” • 
What can better illustrate the game situation 
than this? If, by thoughtlessness, carelessness 
and the work of pot and market hunters, we 
not only kill off the normal annual increase of 
our wild life from year to year, but take the 
breeding stock as well, we are reducing both 
our principal and interest, and it is only a mat¬ 
ter of a surprisingly short time to us, if we 
are indifferent to the outcome, when our game 
will be totally exterminated. Certainly then we 
cannot recover our principal when once it is 
lost, for it is known that most of our native 
birds and animals cannot be propagated in cap¬ 
tivity, and all that will remain to the general 
public will be to stand by and see wealthy men 
who have been provident of the supply by estab¬ 
lishing private game preserves, enjoying all the 
sports of gun and rod. 
Logically, then, we must stop our wastefulness 
at once before it is too late, even though we 
are compelled to get along upon a reduced allow¬ 
ance until our breeding stock has ample time to 
make up the loss and replenish the covers. Com¬ 
placently we note and preach about how the buf¬ 
falo was exterminated, how the passenger pigeon 
has disappeared, how the elk, antelope, wild tur¬ 
key, prairie chicken, caribou and certain wild¬ 
fowl have passed forever from their former 
haunts, and how the grouse and rabbits are de¬ 
creasing rapidly, and yet are we making a real, 
practical effort to save what is left? That ques¬ 
tion is up to every sportsman in America. 
Attempting to replace native species of game 
and birds by importation of exotic species is 
acknowledged to be a failure, and such proceed¬ 
ings appear to me—when there are any native 
birds left—to be the efforts of selfish men, for 
they do not wish to curtail their own pleasures 
if they can avoid it by wholesale importations. 
In this we are only making frantic efforts to re¬ 
cover our principal by the wrong method, and 
we will not succeed. We must save what re¬ 
mains by wise game laws, well and unselfishly 
observed by the real sportsmen and rigidly en¬ 
forced against the unwilling ones. 
Harry Chase. 
A Little of Everything. 
Milford, Conn., March 4. —Editor Forest and 
Stream: The Milford Fish and Game Associa¬ 
tion has a membership of sixty-five, two of 
whom are ladies. The gun club under the same 
head has fine shooting grounds equipped with 
up-to-date improvements and up-to-date shoot¬ 
ers also. Feb. 22, at the regular shoot, E. C. 
Stiltz won the Dupont powder trophy, and J. 
L. Miles the Stevens Favorite rifle. 
Besides shooting for prizes, we shoot at 
foxes. So far thirteen have fallen to gun and 
hound. Eight of these were run by Al. Weider- 
man’s hound—a good one. I shall not forget 
the day I stood behind a chestnut tree and 
heard that melodious sound coming through 
the swamp. Then came the fox sneaking along 
an old stone wall, down a wood path, across 
a wood road where I was standing. Just then 
I almost had buck fever, but I got the fox just 
the same. The hound came up rushing through 
the bushes and put the finishing touches on the 
incident. 
The club has been feeding birds during the 
winter, and now will protect them by getting 
rid of some of their enemies—foxes, hawks and 
crows. 
Of, crows there are thousands on our shores 
at the present time, feeding there during the 
days and roosting in the nearby woods at night. 
They keep up a continuous flight all day. Last 
Friday three of us went to the shore and shot 
twenty-three in less than three hours, and if 
we had not run out of shells, double that 
number might have been killed. 
George S. Clark, a member of the club 
and representative to Hartford, has introduced 
a bill to offer a bounty on crows, as they have 
done so much damage to farm crops, young 
birds and birds’ eggs. I believe they destroy 
more game and other birds than the hawks. 
F. S. Downs. 
