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FOREST AND STREAM 
[Sept. io. 1910. 
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Phenomenal Scores 
Made with PETERS Loaded Shells 1 
Mr. J. S. Day, of Midland, Texas, attended a series of Texas tournaments from August 8 to 18, and 
broke all amateur records. His scores follow: 
August 8-9, Midland, Texas.484 ex 500 
“ 10-11, Big Springs, Texas. 442 ex 450 
“ 12-13, Cisco, Texas.395 ex 400 
“ 15-16, Gorman, Texas. 398 ex 400 
“ 17-18, Walnut Springs, Texas.. .379 ex 400 
Total.2116 ex 2150 
From this it will be seen that Mr. Day averaged 98.4% on 2150 targets and 99.16% on his last 
1200 targets. 
He used PETERS regular factory loads, not special , but bought from 
Texas dealers—the same quality goods anyone can buy, anywhere. 
THE PETERS CARTRIDGE COMPANY. CINCINNATI. OHIO 
New York: 98 Chambers St. T. H. KELLER, Manager New Orleans: 321 Magazine St. P. R. LITZKE, Manager 
San Francisco: 608-612 Howard Street. J. S. FRENCH, Manager 
opportunity. The better-class gun, made by some Ameri¬ 
can-born or emigrant gunsmith, whose production is 
limited and sales unimportant. An American gun. at 
about three times the price of the American machine 
made gun will be a superior weapon in every way to 
the machine-made gun; but be sure that it is of American 
make, for imported guns are sold as of any make, just 
as there is a demand. Of imported guns there are 
three classes—the real trade gun rubbish; the legit¬ 
imate trade gun—English or foreign guns, made 
sound and well by a responsible maker, who will 
put his own name upon them, and give as good 
quality as the price given by the importer will allow; 
the fire gun, the bona fide production of an English 
maker of reputation, and imported to special order, or for 
sale only by the special agent of the maker in question, 
or some honest and enterprising dealer. In America, 
however, dealers are very loth to keep in stock the fine 
guns of any maker. In England, on the Continent, es¬ 
pecially in France, Germany, Austria, Russia and Italy, 
where the sportsmen are more discriminating and exact¬ 
ing, there is always a choice of twenty different grades 
of guns, and—especially in France and Germany — the 
sportsman can appraise the additional amount spent in 
bettering the quality of the weapon. The American, and 
very many colonial sportsmen, cannot or will not dis¬ 
criminate between the first and second classes, and are 
slow even to see the difference between the second and 
third. Now, nothing should b more easy than to dis 
tinguish the good gun from rubbish; the third from the 
first of the classes before referred to. 
The worst fault of the very cheap gun is its unservice¬ 
ability. It is unequal Co the work required of it. and 
the barrels usually are unable to withstand the strain of 
sporting nitro gunpowders. With a cheap gun the onlv 
possible explosive is the coarse-grained black gunpowder. 
The very cheap guns, again, are often dangerous because 
the locks used are of such quality that they not un- 
frequently go off unawares when the gun is carried at 
full cock, and, with rebounding locks, carried at half 
cock, the workmanship is so bad that the hammers, bv a 
blow from behind, may be oushed down upon the striker 
and so explode the cartridge. The brazing together of 
the barrels is untrustworthy, and the breech actions 
quickly wear loose, and after a few days’ wear the gun 
is regarded—often with good reason — as highly danger¬ 
ous. 
PUBLISHERS’ DEPARTMENT. 
Tn the heart of the Rocky Mountain big-game country 
John H. Ruff, Cody, Wyo., is prepared to outfit and 
take full charge of hunting and camping parties. He 
will also be glad to furnish complete information, esti¬ 
mates, etc., on application to the above address. 
A BEAR SHOOT IN THE HIMALAYAS. 
We were a party of three invited by the Raia 
of Chamba to have a two days’ shoot in his 
country, which lay some twenty-five miles from 
our lfill station, and, as we had excellent “blub¬ 
ber" of bear as well as ghurral, it was with most 
hopeful feelings that we set forth, and having 
reached the place where the path became too 
had for the ponies, we sent them back and sat 
down to enjoy a cup of tea, which my bearer 
soon made. The view was wonderful below us; 
through the trees was the Ravee River winding 
along its rocky bed. dashing over boulders, and 
calling to mind a Scotch salmon river, while 
rising on the other side were the hills we were 
to shoot over on the morrdw, with the town of 
Chamba lying on a plateau, all overshadowed 
by the wonderful snow peaks of the Himalayas, 
rising to 23,000 feet, in a sharp peak, The 
Bride. 
It was now 4 o’clock, so we moved off, and 
crossing the Ravee, pitched our camp beside a 
small stream. 
It was yet dark when we were roused in the 
morning, and none too warm. However, a cup 
of tea and a biscuit put quite a cheery com¬ 
plexion on things, and overhauling our rifles 
we started out. There were ourselves, two shi- 
karies and a tiffin coolie, while we were to pick 
up beaters on our shooting ground. 
A three-mile walk up hill brought us to a 
long, stony nullah covered with scrub and dwarf 
trees, in which we were assured there were at 
least five bears, which, even allowing for the 
exaggeration of the native, was reassuring 
It was only half-past eight, so I sat down 
to eat some chocolate I had with me. as I 
could not smoke. At nine sharp, with my 
glasses, I could see the line of coolies, heating 
tins and hurling rocks as they slowly advanced. 
They soon had a couple of coveys of chickoor 
on the wing, which swung down over H., offer¬ 
ing a ripping shot had he not been waiting for 
better game. Then came a couple of those most 
beautiful of all sporting birds, the Mynall 
pheasant, their golden feathers glinting in the 
sunlight, and long tails straight. These were 
followed by more chickoor. when from the ex¬ 
cited movements of the bearers I could tell 
bigger game was afoot. It was, however, only 
a ghurral, and a. little one at that; and as we 
did not wish to disturb the hear, he was allowed 
to make his way unmolested between G. and 
myself—a pretty graceful creature, no bigger 
than a goat and with hut half-grown horns. 
Suddenly in the distance came the welcome 
shout down the wind of “Balu, balu,” and a 
shot on the left from the shikari showed that 
he was trying to make up the hill. He turned, 
however, and soon could he heard crashing over 
bushes and stones. 
He was some forty yards above and in front 
of G., when he fired the first shot, which, as 
we afterwards found passed through the shoul¬ 
der. He turned and made straight for G., who 
gave him another shot at about fifteen yards, 
when the njost extraordinary thing happened. 
G. missed his footing, and, slipping down, rolled 
some twenty yards down the hill, followed by 
the bear, also rolling, having been knocked over 
by the second shot. They both were stopped 
by the same big bush, and G.. being knocked 
out for the moment, could not move, while I 
dared not fire for fear of hitting him. I was in 
a terrible state of anxiety, not knowing if G.’s 
last shot had put the bear hors de combat. 
Luckily, however, it was the case, and within a 
minute G. crawled out with no more hurt than 
a few bruises and a knock on the head from a 
stone. The bear was dead with a bullet through 
the heart; a lucky escape for G. 
I had hardly got back to my post when H. 
had a long and difficult shot on the right. He 
hit the bear, which turned and made for me. I 
had a shot and missed, hut the second was more 
successful and howled him over, or rather her, 
as it proved to be a female with a splendid coat. 
The betters were now close, and several ghurral 
came bounding along on the right, 200 yards 
above A. It is wonderful the pace at which 
they travel over ground that is impassable to 
human beings. H. got a shot at a buck, which 
he wounded, and there obviously being no more 
bears we set off to follow it up. and after half 
an hour’s hard work it was taken. 
It proved to he an interesting afternoon, as 
we bagged, in addition to a good ghurral. which 
G. shot, eight brace of chickoor. while I went 
off to spin for a mahseer in the Ravee. I had 
several runs with mahseer, one. a beauty of over 
twenty pounds, getting off after ten minutes’ 
play, the spoon coming back with the hooks 
crushed out of shape, such force have these fish. 
I did basket a small one of five pounds, which 
a'ave me a few minutes’ excitement. — R. Howard 
Gibbs, in The Country Gentleman. 
