Dec. 3, 1910.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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Fair Prospects. 
New Orleans, La., Nov. 25. —Editor Forest 
and Stream: The hunting season in this State 
has opened fairly well, although the weather con¬ 
ditions have militated against hunting in general. 
While there have been some fairly cold snaps, 
they did not last long enough to promote hunt¬ 
ing. The high temperatures have been more 
favorable for the fishermen than the hunters. A 
few deer and some wild turkeys, ducks, geese 
and brant have been brought in, but they have 
been rather scarce in the market. The real hunt¬ 
ing season does not open in earnest until the 
latter part of November and the first part of 
December. Ducks, turkey, brant and quail are 
plentiful, however, but there is small prospect of 
the wild turkeys being plentiful. 
The game commission has under advisement a 
plan to protect the alligator in the rivers, bayous 
and lagoons. The alligator is being rapidly ex¬ 
terminated by hunters who sell the valuable 
skins to leather firms, and as a consequence the 
large alligator gars are increasing all the time 
and they devour the game fish. The alligator is 
the natural foe of the gar fish, and when the 
streams are depopulated of the saurian, the gars 
flourish and the game fish disappear. The com¬ 
mission cannot enact any ordinance and is re¬ 
stricted in its rules to legal enactments of the 
Legislature, but it can request the various police 
juries in the several parishes to pass laws pro¬ 
tecting the alligator. An effort was made two 
years ago to get the city council of this city to 
adopt an ordinance protecting the alligator, but 
it failed of passage. There are hundreds of alli¬ 
gators in the parish of Orleans, and the council 
has jurisdiction over the entire parish. Many 
deer, wild turkeys, ducks, doves, quail and musk¬ 
rats are killed every year in Orleans parish. 
Winter visitors are coming here now in small 
numbers and next month they will increase. 
Many persons come here yearly to hunt ducks, 
geese and turkeys. Ducks and geese are espe¬ 
cially plentiful in the Barataria section and at the 
mouth of the Mississippi River. Both of these 
places are favorites with the hunters, although 
quite a number find ducks in the marshes and 
prairies along the railway some forty miles from 
New Orleans. F. G. G. 
Emperors Hunting. 
During the second week of November the 
German Kaiser held the first deer drive — called 
hunting expedition—that has been had in his new 
preserves at Oranienburg. This preserve, which 
is about thirty miles distant from Berlin, was 
stocked about five years ago with red deer, fal¬ 
low deer and roe deer from the Grunewald 
forest, and these animals have since been un¬ 
disturbed. They hade greatly increased. 
The preserves at Oranienburg comprise about 
22,000 acres of pine and beach forest with con¬ 
siderable open land and not a few lakes and 
small streams. 
At the time of the hunt, the preserve was 
guarded by troops, and no one except invited 
guests and the offcials was permitted within 
the cordon stationed roundabout. The train 
which bore the Kaiser and his guests, among 
whom was the Czar of Russia, stopped at Borgs- 
dorf, the station nearest to the preserve. 
Twenty stands had been built from which the 
hunters were to shoot at the game driven by 
them, and this went down a wide alley, roped in 
on both sides, ribbons and rags being tied to the 
ropes "which by their fluttering in the wind kept 
the animals from breaking through. 
The shooting would probably be regarded as 
good, since almost 500 deer were killed. Kaiser 
Wilhelm killed fifty and the Czar nineteen. Some 
of the animals were very fine. 
Lost in Crooked Lake. 
A press dispatch from Calgary, Alberta, says 
that Mrs. F. X. Sammer, who has just returned 
from Crooked Lake, north of Prince Albert, tells 
of the disappearance of her husband and his 
guide while she waited alone for eighteen days 
in the wilderness. 
The Sammers came to Canada from Spirit 
Lake, Iowa. They have traveled all over the 
world, hunting. The party crossed Crooked 
Lake, 250 miles north of Prince Albert, and 
established a camp. Mrs. Sammer was left in 
charge while the men set out to get their sup¬ 
plies. 
A week passed and they failed to return. Mrs. 
Sammer was compelled to shoot a moose and 
prairie chickens for subsistence. After eighteen 
days a trapper appeared and joined her in the 
search for the men. Traveling a considerable 
distance they found an overturned canoe which 
told the story. 
Muscovy Duck Shooting. 
Brooklyn, N. Y., Nov. 14 —Editor Forest and 
Stream: “C.” in. your issue of Novi 12, in his 
description of a Muscovy roost and his experi¬ 
ence with Muscovy ducks, seems desirous of 
conveying the idea that they are “cast iron,” and 
that ordinary charges of BB shot were of no 
avail when turned against them. 
I have had some fifteen years’ experience with 
a gun in the tropics, and have killed many Mus¬ 
covies with a sixteen-gauge gun loaded with 2/2 
drams of black powder (or twenty-six grains of 
smokeless) and one ounce of chilled shot, while 
my wife has stopped Muscovy drakes in full 
flight with her twenty-gauge gun. 
C. K. George. 
Death of H. H. Brown. 
H. Howland Brown, of Norristown, Pa., died 
suddenly in Philadelphia recently from heart 
failure. His age was fifty years. He was a 
prominent sportsman and a member of the 
Norristown Fish and Game Protective Associa¬ 
tion. One of the features of this club’s winter 
meetings was the stereopticon views' exhibited by 
Mr. Brown, showing fishing and shooting scenes 
in the Maine woods and elsewhere. Mr. Brown 
was a member of the Philadelphia optical house, 
Williams, Brown & Earle. 
The Maine Deer Season. 
At least three persons have been shot by mis¬ 
take for deer so far during the deer shooting 
season in Maine, which will close on Dec. 15. 
Two of these have died and the recovery of the 
third is doubtful. In all eight persons were 
killed by accident or otherwise, while the list of 
injured has reached a total of nearly forty. The 
number of deer killed is expected to average 
nearly 1,000 a week. 
Grouse on the Pocono. 
“See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, 
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings.” 
That is pretty much as we found it in Mon¬ 
roe and Pike counties, Pennsylvania. They may 
(the grouse) have silently exulted, the trium¬ 
phant wings were apparent often enough. 
Oct. 17, 1 i>. m., found the doctor and myself 
on the train eii route for the Pocono Mountains. 
We were met at the Cresco depot by the pro¬ 
prietor of the cottage where we intended stop¬ 
ping. A drive of three miles through a rough 
and not rich country brought us to the litt.e 
village of Canadensis and to the cottage, a large 
fourteen-room house, admirably situated on the 
main road, with ample yard and surrounding of 
shade and fruit trees. Just opposite is the stream 
celebrated for its big trout, also the sawmill that 
used to be a tannery in Jay Gould’s boyhood 
days. His old home is but a few steps above, 
though I understand he laid the foundation for 
his early fortune in the tannery business at a 
small village called Mountain Home, some two 
miles away. 
We were welcomed by Mrs. Crane, a fine 
specimen of the superior class of farmers’ wives, 
a good house wife, ample of form, with a clear 
honest eye and a nature fairly bubbling over 
with hearty welcome. 
After an excellent breakfast, in which cakes 
and light brown biscuit and the pure coffee and 
cream that was cream were not an insignificant 
part (and perhaps some may intimate that this 
was where the gout came in), we started up the 
mountain just back of the house, doctor, George 
and your humble servant. No dog; oh, if we 
only had a dog. 
The climb was tough, and I thought to my- • 
self more than once, “There is no fool like an 
old fool, and Jacob, your grouse shooting days 
were over long ago. What did you undertake 
this job for?” But it would not do to give way 
before the doctor and young George. The sum¬ 
mit or plateau was reached at last, and we 
plodded along through the thinner bushes, when 
whirr, whirr, and almost from under our very 
noses started two grouse. Two shots were sent 
in vain. “What did you shoot into that tree for, 
doctor?” and “Jacob, why didn’t you kill that 
big fellow?” Whirr, whirr, whirr, whirr, and 
four more were off in the same direction up the 
further hillside. The first barrel made a miss, 
but the next a good kill and a gather by Jacob. 
“You got yours down, doctor, but I rather 
suspect only wing-tipped,” and hunt as we may 
we could not find him. Oh for Dickey Dine and 
his staunch Dash. What a paradise for him. 
Would he have let five big birds out of six get 
off that way? Perhaps so, and then again per¬ 
haps not. 
“Well, we’ll follow them up; they can’t have 
gone far up that mountain side.” Not much for 
Jacob. “Goodness, boys, I wouldn’t climb that 
rocky precipice for all the grouse in Mon¬ 
roe county. You young legs, go up there and 
root them out. I will go along this road and 
take them as they fly back to the bottom.” 
Very soon I heard the rattling of wings, and 
the doctor’s gun boomed out, and I saw two 
brown streaks flashing through the air toward 
me. Gerwhilleker! how they came, with heads 
stretched out and feathers lying as close as if 
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