JUNE, 1917 
FOREST AND STREAM 
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an ounce of shot produce exactly the 
same result as 1% ounces. It seems to con¬ 
firm the opinion of a sheriff I once knew 
in the old flush quail times in North Caro¬ 
lina. He was a great sportsman, as sher¬ 
iffs often are, and a most accomplished 
quail shooter. He had tried all sort's of 
experiments with different loads and guns, 
and he had tried all the bores. He said 
to me one day that there was really no dif¬ 
ference in the bores because in any event 
you had to put the center of the charge 
on the bird in order to make a real kill, 
instead of a bungle. 
But, say I, if the twenty does just about 
as well as the twelve, she is a perfect little 
honey. Think how small and neat she is 
compared to the big lumbering twelve. 
Think how much less space the ammuni¬ 
tion takes. Her shot charge is small; but 
think how hard she drives it. Think how 
you can say to your friend with the 
twelve: Oh, of course, you can hit any¬ 
thing with that great big twelve! Think 
of the whip-like, rifle-like report of the 
twenty compared to the boom of the aw¬ 
ful twelve. 
Even if the twenty brought in a few 
less birds, she would still be superior be¬ 
cause of the greater skill required in her 
use, and the consequent greater satisfac¬ 
tion and self-respect in feeling that you 
are becoming more and more of a sports¬ 
man, not to mention the preservation of 
game from excessive slaughter. She is 
not a game-hog’s gun, I admit. She is the 
sporty gun, that is the substance of it. 
Her advantages are spiritual as well as 
material. 
S O use a 20-bore, handle your own dog, 
guide yourself and you will find your 
sport, satisfaction and memories of 
the days afield increased and intensified. 
Quit forever that detestable habit of tag¬ 
ging round all day long at the heels of a 
hireling or professional, and also the habit 
of going with a party or mob. You and 
your dog, or your two dogs if you like, are 
enough. That intensifies the sport instead 
of spluttering it. Mobs and guides dis¬ 
tract your attention, not only from learn¬ 
ing dog-handling, but also from the won¬ 
derful beauties of nature and the rare 
chance to study natural history. Worse 
than that, you will never acquire real pow¬ 
ers of observation—and that most delight¬ 
ful of all accomplishments, woodcraft— 
unless you go a great deal alone. 
Add a vest-pocket camera, which in cam¬ 
eras corresponds to the 20-bore in guns. 
It is so small and light that you do not 
know you are carrying it. Go up softly to 
your dog on point. Lay your gun on the 
ground or under your arm, and try to 
catch with the camera some of those out- 
porings of his passionate soul that pass 
over his face and quivering form. It is 
vastly difficult; one success out of twenty 
trials is good luck; but that makes the fun. 
Then have an enlargement made of your 
one success and it is worth something. 
The click of the camera or an awkward 
movement sends up the covey and you 
have to lay down the camera, pick up the 
gun and shoot. That makes more diffi¬ 
culty and fun. 
Not a good way to get meat, you say? 
Oh yes, it is; it’s just about as good as 
any other way, and better. In the first 
place it cures you of rushing up to the 
dog and hurriedly flushing the covey, 
which is bad for both you and the dog. 
It makes a coolheaded hunter of you. You 
become a better shot. You realize that 
you have more time than you suppose. 
It may cure you of your craze for slaugh¬ 
ter ; and make you ashamed of having a 
guide shoot birds for you to take home. 
I used the camera and gun together 
quite often last winter. On one occasion, 
in trying to bring the dog’s face into focus 
I kept moving toward the covey until, as it 
turned out, my left foot was within about 
two inches of one of the birds hidden in 
the grass. I made another move and up 
went the bird, almost brushing my trou¬ 
sers with his wing. I hastily snapped the 
shutter, laid down the camera, and stood 
to my gun. -It was not a good picture; 
but I got one of the quail. And it was 
the 20-bore that did it. 
CHANG AND HUNG GO A-GUNNING 
By C. A. Stedman 
ING CHANG is a gardener but not 
exclusively a vegetarian. He likes 
velly well his rabbit pie. This 
celestial with his pal, Lee Hung, has 
been partaking regularly of this delicacy 
of late. They came to dote upon the 
dish in a most unusual way. 
Who these chinamen are and where 
they while away their time is best ex¬ 
plained by saying that they operate, a 
huge garden farm in the heart of the 
Yellowstone National Park. Their land 
is located midway between the Gardiner, 
Montana, entrance and Mammoth 
Hot Springs, along the regular auto¬ 
mobile stage route. It is here that dur¬ 
ing the spring and summer, are raised 
many of the vegetables and relishes that 
later bloom again on the cartes du 
jour in the hotel dining rooms, to the 
delight of some thirty-odd thousands of 
park visitors every year. 
Some years ago the park rabbits 
learned—as rabbits will do—that cab¬ 
bages grown in the Chang-Hung truck 
farm were particularly edible. Sub¬ 
sequently and consequently, the supply 
of cabbages dwindled alarmingly. And 
the shortage soon caused hotel guests to 
murmur. 
C HANG and HUNG were perplexed, 
but exhibited their perplexity 
only in the subtle Oriental way. 
Then one moonlight night, from a cache 
they had established near the cabbage 
patch, they discovered a regiment of 
long-ears in its midst, nibbling away in 
gleeful contentment, indifferent alike to 
the moon’s warning glimmer and to the 
outraged stares of Chang and Hung. 
It is a well known fact that firearms 
are prohibited in the Yellowstone by 
Government regulation; but Chang and 
Hung, with .22-calibre rifles, were soon 
practicing a new sport—that of pecking 
away at the invaders from their front 
porch. The amusement has since become 
their habit on moonlight evenings. No 
sooner had these Chino-American pot¬ 
hunters bagged the first few dead jacks 
they found strewn among the cabbages, 
than they hit upon a practical scheme for 
“interning” their vanquished enemies. 
Rabbit pie, baked in true celestial style, 
has become a fixture on their menu. And 
guests at the Yellowstone’s string of 
inns are once more enjoying cabbage 
salad and other palatable dishes of which 
this garden luxury is the sine qua non. 
If Chinamen are not resourceful, Amer¬ 
icanizing at least can not be said to make 
them any less so. 
DISCOVERING OUTDOOR AMERICA 
II. THE WONDERS OF YOUR OWN CITY—AND ITS OUT¬ 
SKIRTS-MAY INCLUDE SOME GUNNING POSSIBILITIES 
By RAY E. SMITH. (With 
A ND when the fishing season has been 
long closed, when the ground is frozen 
and drifting snow covers the creek 
and pond where you made your discoveries 
of yet remaining trout or bass or pike 
during the summer, when it is “the win¬ 
ter of our discontent” and fire-side 
dreamings or hunting trips via magazine 
are the only apparent solace—when in 
short it is the season for the gun or 
rifle—and in this long settled community 
what possible chance can there be for 
their exercise?—be not downhearted. Do 
you not recall the bend in the creek 
where the pickerell raised last summer? 
Have you forgotten your winter fun of 
years ago with tip-up and spud? Sure, 
it is well worth trying, and as regards 
the possibilities of sport with the rifle— 
there are some things one might do. . 
If you live in a large city I can only 
suggest to you that the public, or the 
homemade (in the cellar) shooting 
Apologies to Julian Street.) 
gallery may offer considerable practice 
and not a little sport. Many a pleasant 
evening may be spent in a well-lighted 
cellar with a swinging target, a box 
of .22 shorts, and an inexpensive rifle. If 
you live in a smaller city or in a village, 
there is something you might do that 
would combine both target practice and 
sport as well. I hardly dare speak it 
out loud—but I might whisper it. Come 
a little closer—there are always plenty 
of sparrows. 
Illegal to shoot a gun in the city 
limits? Well, I didnt say you should 
do it. I said it could be done. I am 
absolutely a law abiding citizen—you 
can ask my minister—but I think I know 
how it could be done with no danger 
and without much fuss or expenditure. 
I F I were going to have all the fun of 
shooting at living game, improve my 
_ shooting ability and at the same time 
assist in ridding my neighborhood of a 
