




Savage Model | 
99-lever action, 
in five calibers: 
-22 hi-power;3 
-250-3000;.30-30, 
-303 and .300. 
For vicious 
marauders now 


for big game— 
this fall 
For knocking over foxes, coyotes, 
bobcats—you can’t beat a Savage 
hi-power rifle. 
And the very same rifle will bring 
down your big game this fall. 
Just take Model 99—the lever 
action. Ejects on the down stroke— 
reloads and cocks on the up—a 
smooth-gliding positive action. 
And in the rotary magazine are 
five soft-nosed bullets—supported at 
the base. That means they will shoot 
straight—no denting of the noses— 
no battering from recoil. 
You’ll always find your Savage 
ready—light and quick to handle but 
steady and true to hold. 
No matter what you hunt in 
America—there’s a Savage to 
meet your needs. Ask at your 
dealer’s or write us today 
for interesting catalog. 
SAVAGE ARMS 
CORPORATION 
Dept. 618 
Utica, N. Y. 















SS ea eee $e 
Owners and 
Operators of the 
J. Stevens Arms 
Company 
Savage Model 
20 bolt action— 
Note the solid lock- 
ing lugs, short 
throw of bolt. 
There’s strength 
and speed there. It 
won’t jam. Built 
for .250-3000 and 
-300 calibers. 
AVAGE, 

In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 

William Abdiel Thompson enjoying the Winter in Sullivan County 
The Courage of a Cornered 
Weasel 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
HAVE run across quite a few ani- 
mals, but I never had a tiny weasel 
make me feel uncomfortable before. It 
happened while my dog and I were 
walking along a stone fence. The dog 
scented something and so did I. It 
had an odor like a bad can of salmon. 
Opening the wall, I found a rabbit and 
a half chewed muskrat. A further 
search into the wall revealed a white 
weasel at bay. I was startled at its 
closeness. He ducked every time I had 
a bead on him, so finally I set three 
traps around the muskrat and rabbit 
and went away for five minutes. When 
I came back I found that he got his 
foot in one of them. I attempted to 
get the little fellow around the neck, 
and his mouth opened flat like a snake. 
His teeth snapped like a steel trap, 
sinking through two thicknesses of 
horsehide glove missing my finger by 
a fraction of an inch. I attempted to 
recover my glove but finally had to 
give it to the weasel. 
As I set there wondering what to do 
next, he let go of the glove and chewed 
into that muskrat with a vengeance. I 
walloped him with my glove, but he 
only stood up waiting for more. I saw 
no way out as I wouldn’t want him to 
sink his teeth in me as he did in that 
glove, so I let him smell the pan of a 
set steel trap. I thought it would 
surely kill him at once, but instead he 
tried to chew the pan off while the 
trap was in a tight grip around his 
I had to finish him with a shot 
from the twenty-two. I certainly ad- 
mired his courage and hated to kill 
him. If weasels grew as large as cats 
they surely would be dangerous ad- 
versaries. 
WILLIAM ABDIEL THOMPSON, 
Monticello, N. Y. 
neck. 
It will identify you. 
Let the Fox Live 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
AM a reader of FoREST AND STREAM 
and there are few lines I miss, I 
assure you. I do not have the chance 
for sport that those who write your 
articles do, neverthless I envy the for- 
tunate ones, and enjoy their tales. 
I have noticed several write ups on 
fox hunting and each seems to be differ- 
ent from the others. I wonder what 
my southern friend reader and nothern 
one as well would say to the accepted 
method around these parts, where, if 
a fox is killed it’s just that much sport 
lost and the one who offends has the 
hatred of the real fox hunter. I heard 
one farmer say to a hunter, “Did you 
kill “atitoxs last tally in ethisw raw eres 
The hunter said “I did; the fox ran 
out of a thicket and I got him.” “Well 
now you may get out,” the farmer 
told him. “Any one killing a fox on 
my land can’t hunt here if I know of 
it.” That’s how we manage to save 
the foxes up here. Now our idea of 
real sport is to get out with our dogs 
and run them against each other. 
While we warm one side and freeze the 
other around a fire. When the chase 
comes near you will hear one say, “now 
listen to that Queen dog tell it to ’em,” 
or, ‘now old Bob Tail will show them 
the way.” Each man knows his dog’s 
voice and can tell you just where it is 
in the race. Generally you can’t hear 
his dog unless it’s in the lead—then 
you are sure to hear all about it! 
We don’t lay down to any of them 
when it comes to dogs. Each man’s 
dog is ostensibly just a little better 
than the rest, but when you get them 
out there running and there is music 
in the air, you find out just which dog 
is the best. 
I have stood on a hill side and 
watched a fox come over the hill not 
fifty yards off running with ease and 
the dogs not 200 yards behind him, 
running with heads up and all bristled 
up ready to fight, although experience 
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