FOUNDERS OF THE AUDUBON SOCIETY 
Dr. WILLIAM BRUETTE, Editor 
Frogs and crawfish “dig in’ early into the mud 
and when the favorite food of Mr. and Mis. Bass 
disappears, then is the time when the bait castei 
gets in his best moves. i j . 
Bass anglers should remember that when trogs 
grow scarce, that is the time to tempt Mr. Bass ^ 
and his wife and growing sons and daughters— 
with a frog. Cast along shore with your live bait 
or your plug and don’t forget that the eaily morn¬ 
ing and the early evening should be held for bass 
fishing regardless of the lure of other pleasures. 
Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation 
THE OBJECT OF THIS JOURNAL WILL BE TO 
studiously promote a healthful interest in outdoor 
recreation, and a refined taste for natural objects. 
August 14, 1873. 
THE GULF COAST CLUB 
T HE most characteristic action of Edward 
Mcllhenny in his organization of the Louisi¬ 
ana Gulf Coast Club on a 100,000 acre tract 
in the old Bayou Teche region is his determination 
that 10,000 acres of the ground shall be open to the 
public. His arrangement that a strip of land l 
miles wide across the heart of the club property 
to connect the great State Game Refuges with the 
club property is in line with the public inteiest Mr. 
Mcllhenny has always shown in all his work tor 
the conservation of game and wild life. 
In the organization of the Rockefeller, Sage, 
Rainey, Mcllhenny and Louisiana State Game Re¬ 
fuges, great tracts, approximately 540 square 
miles, where wild fowl and all game are protected 
during the winter months, Mr. Mcllhenny rendered 
national service and he will undoubtedly receive, 
as he deserves, the support and cooperation ot 
sportsmen and conservationists in his present 
project. . . 14? 
The story of the plan for the Louisiana Gull 
Coast Preserve is set forth in this issue. Briefly, 
summing up, 160 square miles of ground is to be 
saved from commercial development, which would 
ultimately drive out the wild fowl and game. Vast 
sums of money will necessarily be spent, but it is 
a work well worth while. All sportsmen and con¬ 
servationists who contribute to the upbuilding, and 
supporters of this great preserve will be entitled 
to limited hunting privileges. Mr. Mcllhenny has 
made it clear that the game that may be killed, 
will in all probability be less than the legal limit. 
Without sportsmanship there can be no true con¬ 
servation, and without conservation there can be 
no sport. These two facts have been clearly ap¬ 
parent to Mr. Mcllhenny in all his work. He has 
been successful in all of his other projects. No 
man has displayed broader vision m the cause ot 
conservation, and the Louisiana Gulf Coast Club, 
we believe, will be a great factor in the campaign 
for conservation. 
INDIAN SUMMER FOR BASS 
I NDIAN Summer is a fine time for black bass. 
The cool waters of autumn put a kick in the 
bronze backers, despite the fact that they are 
carrying more weight—getting ready for the lean 
winter when food is not so abundant. Like the 
bear, they hibernate when winter comes. 
FALL MAKES MUSKY BETTER FIGHTER 
'T'HE fall makes the musky a better fighter. 
That is the experience of those who like to 
fish for this strenuous and agile freebooter 
of the fresh waters. 
When the musky breaks water and makes his 
wonderful shake to throw out the spoon bait, his 
trick results in his liberty or the angler’s triumph. 
All the musky needs then is a bit of slack. 
At this time of the year the musky is found m 
the shallows, lying back of the weed beds. When 
the musky makes his strike, finds his liberty re¬ 
strained, he rushes to the weeds, or underwatei 
refuges, where he can hide or get aid in tearing 
out the hook. If he has a chance for deep water, 
he will take it. 
Until you land your musky, you hardly ever can 
tell what he will do next. And this is true when 
the frost is on the pumpkin—a time when he feels 
at his best. 
LOOK BEFORE YOU SHOOT 
T HROUGHOUT roads in the big woods of our 
country, where big game is found, particu¬ 
larly deer—and almost three-quarters of the 
states that comprise the United States of America 
have an open season for this animal—Conserva¬ 
tion Commissioners, or Commissioners of Game, 
call them what you will, are tacking up cloth 
posters: “Look before you shoot! Save human 
life!” 
The warnings cannot be too frequent. Several 
vears ago I was in the winter woods, writes Mr. 
Alexander Stoddart, and one of the party had 
killed a deer. It was in such a wilderness fastness 
that it had to be toted out by the men by Polling 
and tugging, the men harnessing themselves with 
ropes. . 
The guides, as the opportunity presented itself, 
laid out the course and my job was to lead the way 
in as straight a line as possible. The others bent 
their backs and pulled hard. We thought we were 
alone in that part of the country. As we came to 
an opening, just before we struck the trail, I saw 
a gunner drop his gun from his shoulder. 
We halloed and his first words to me were: I ve 
had my gun on your head for five minutes. 1 
couldn’t make out at first what it was. We thought 
we were the only ones here and I thought it was 
a deer browsing around in the tall shrubbery until 
you came into the open. I am glad I waited to see 
before I shot.” 
“So am I,” I replied. 
Gentlemen gunners and ladies, too, now that you 
are joining our ranks in numbers: Save human 
life—look before you shoot! 
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