in the law under which non-resident 
boys can procure a license to trap or 
hunt in New Jersey. 
Only those aliens who can qualify 
for fishing and hunting licenses as 
owners of unincumbered real estate to 
the value of $2,000 in New Jersey, can 
engage in trapping. All trappers must 
be prepared to show their licenses to 
any warden, policeman, property owner 
or any other person requesting to 
see it. 
The trapping season for muskrat, 
skunk, mink and otter extends from 
November 15 to March 1. These ani- 
mals may be trapped only, and cannot 
legally be shot. 
NEw JERSEY STATE FISH AND 
GAME COMMISSION. 
GAME NOTES FROM A 
CORNER OF MAINE 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
Ree eD grouse have been plentiful 
in this vicinity, the extremely dry 
summer favoring the raising of their 
broods. Practically no squirrel shoot- 
ing owing to a complete dearth of 
nuts. There seemed to be about the 
usual number of deer in the Ossipee 
valley and adjacent territory, but very 
few were bagged, as no snow came for 
tracking. But .two were shot in the 
limits of this town (Cornish), and on 
Standish plains, an extensive wild 
tract about fifteen miles from Port- 
land, where as many as twenty deer 
are often taken in a season, but few 
are reported. 
A party from this place consisting 
of Bion Bradley, contractor, Ray 
Bradeen and Harold Fessenden 
brought back four deer from a trip to 
Caribou Lake. They reported the 
ruffed grouse as surprisingly plentiful 
along the logging roads; their party 

and another party camping near them 
bagged about sixty of these birds dur- 
ing their stay. A party of linemen 
from the town of Limerick, headed by 
Supt. Ray Quint, returned from the 
big woods with six deer and a big 
wild-cat. Other less fortunate parties 
sighted plenty of deer, but were handi- 
capped by unfavorable hunting condi- 
tions. Indications, however, are of 
more than the average number of kills 
for the whole State, for while stalking 
conditions were not ideal, a period of 
uniformly fine weather favored a lot 
of hunting. One wonders how long 
the deer will be able to maintain their 
numbers, with facilities for their 
destruction increasing each year. The 
automobile has greatly aided in the 
slaughter. Scores now take their ma- 
chines up Moosehead Lake to points 
where the logging roads admit of their 
penetrating into the very heart of the 
wilderness. 
Sebago Lake, on the Mountain Divi- 
sion of the Maine Central, which is 
one of the popular resorts of salmon 
fishers in the state, bears up wonder- 
fully under the terrible grilling to 
which it is subjected each year. This 
season, while the catch may not have 
quite come up to the average in point 
of number, it has been marked by an 
unusual number of specimens above 
average size. 
Brook trout fishing, after the first 
of the season, suffered from low water, 
the effects of the protracted drouth. 
JOHN L. Woopsury, 
Cornish, Me. 
MORE ABOUT THE GRAY 
FOX 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
HE article in January number 
“Reynard of the Gray Cloak” was 
very good. 
ONE OF MAINE’S SCENIC BEAUTY SPOTS 
Page 89 
Mr. Shafer speaks of the gray fox 
being able to climb a tree. Some good 
hunters do not think it possible. 
I lived a long time in the Alleghenies 
in Pennsylvania and foxes both red 
and gray were very plentiful. The 
gray predominated. We had _ good 
hounds of Maryland stock, small dogs 
with long ears, not fast but they never 
quit. If a gray fox is jumped out of 
his bed and the dogs are close and 
push him fast he will go into a hole 
or up a tree. If the dogs are noisy 
on the cold trail he will steal out and 
“go yonder” and find ground where he 
can outrun any pack of dogs. 
They can pick their way along an 
almost perpendicular ledge of rock 
where dogs cannot follow, and in thick 
laurel patches a fast dog amounts to 
nothing. They will double back on a 
high log and make a tremendous jump 
at the ‘starting’ place. This trick 
puzzles dogs about as much as any, 
but they have many others. After a 
gray fox runs a while and, as the 
hunter has it, gets “het up,” he will 
not go into a hole or up a tree but 
will die on the ground. So will a wild- 
cat. So will a bear. Why? I do not 
know. When I was just old enough to 
tote my father’s single barreled gun, I 
woke up one morning and saw a beau- 
tiful coat of snow. All of four inches. 
It was Thanksgiving day; and I just 
had to go hunting. The hounds were 
penned up and I took the general util- 
ity dog, a dog of questionable breed, 
but he could run. Likewise he was 
about the only canine that would fol- 
low me so we started without any 
breakfast. There was a dense border 
of Rhododendron along the creek where 
ruffed grouse usually took refuge from 
rain and snow. We called the dog 
“Buff.” Most neighbors called him 
“Tough” as his behavior was not good. 
I was walking along the edge of the 
thicket when I heard Buff let out a 
terrible yell followed with two or three 
short yelps, and out came a gray fox, 
the first I ever saw alive and the larg- 
est I have ever seen. With Buff a close 
second, they ran directly away from 
where I stood, but kicked up so much 
snow that I could not tell much about 
the race, but I was sure Buff would 
catch him. There was a poplar tree 
about a foot in diameter that stood 
alone. It was as straight as a cane 
stalk and not a limb for thirty feet. 
Reynard went up and I have seen 
coons go up a tree no faster. He 
clasped the tree with his front legs 
and boosted with his rear feet. He 
hung over the first limb and I shot 
him out. I don’t think he was badly 
hurt but Buff soon finished the job. 
Several years after this occurrence ] 
wrote a little sketch of it for a paper. 
