The Lyman 
No.1A 
$4.50 
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For the New 
Winchesters 
The Lyman Gold Bead Front 
Sight is now standard factory 
equipment for the new Win- 
chester Models 53 and 55. 
Because it gives the proper 
definition against varied back- 
ground, the Lyman Gold Bead 
Front Sight was selected in pref- 
erence to all cther front sights 
for these splendid rifles. 
The flat sighting surface makes 
these sights show 
up clean and 
clear, and they 
are easy for the 
eyes, being with- 
out glimmer even 
in brightest sun- 
light. 
LYMAN 
SIGHTS 
For those who prefer special 
sights, we recommend: 
No. 3, 28 or 20 Ivory Bead Front 
Sight; No. 5 or 5B Combination 
Ivory and Globe Front Sight, and 
No. 7 or 17 Globe Target Front 
Sight. 
No. 6 Folding Leaf Sight to re- 
place factory rear sight when 
using our No. IA, 2A or 103 
Tang Sights. 
Equipment for Hunting: No. 
1A, No. 6 with the present fac- 
tory front sight or our No. 3 or 
4 Ivory Bead. 
For Target Werk against light 
backgrounds and with plenty of 
W4 time; No. 2A, 103 
with No. 6, 7 or 17. 
For Target and 

No. 5B Combina- 
tion Front Sight 

Game: No. 2A or 
No 6 Folding '92 with No. 6, 5 
Leaf Sight or 5B. 
When you buy the Gun, con- 
sider the Sights also. Send 10c. 
for 52-page catalog or write for 
free folder. 
The Lyman Gun Sight Corporation 
110 WEST STREET 
MIDDLEFIELD, CONN. 
In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 

#| huddled close to the fence near 
a bottle, but the force of men saw to it 
daily that they received their rations, 
and they thrived and grew and would , 
follow the men about the enclosure as 
closely as a dog follows its master. 
At the ranch one animal was lost. 
A doe, becoming frightened, charged at 
full speed into the wire fence, breaking 
its neck. 
N September the entire herd was 
moved to the home of E. R. Sans, 
head of the biological survey, who 
supervised their capture, and placed 
them in an enclosure at his home. Here 
another doe met death in a similar man- 
ner to the one killed at the ranch. 
Stampeded one night by a dog or cat, 
the entire herd bolted for the house and 
one doe snapped her neck as she struck 
the fence. Mr. Sans called to them 
from his sleeping porch and _ they 
the 
house and quieted down. 
Twenty of the animals have been 
shipped to preserves, ten to the Na- 
tional Bison Reserve in Montana and 
ten to Niobrara National Park in Ne- 
braska. 
Placed in double crates with parti- 
f| tions between and heavily padded with 
burlap sacks, the animals were sent out 
by express and were accompanied by 
men who knew them. Now they are 
quartered in new surroundings. 
Sixteen yet remain to be placed, and 
these are to be sent to different points 
in New Mexico and in South Dakota, 
and possibly one or two will be kept for 
i|the Reno park, a request having been 
made for them. 
THE capture of thirty-eight antelope 
kids is unprecedented in American 
history. One, and sometimes two, were 
captured by cowboys in the early days 
and an antelopé in captivity, unless one 
was caught that had been injured by 
coyotes, was a novelty. The herd taken 
||}this year and raised to the age of five 
months is a new epoch in the work of 
the biological survey which is perpetu- 
| ating animals which for years have been 
prey to high-powered rifles and wild 
if | beasts, which have depended almost en- 
tirely upon speed for safety. 
Why I Use Fine Shot 
(Continued from page 742) 
nent financier and good business man 
of Newark, New Jersey, accidentally 
filled my good pointer’s side full of 
shot, but the shot was fine enough, so 
nothing but the skin was punctured 
and the dog didn’t seem to mind. 
NOTHER time a twisting woodcock 
drew my fire in a dense cover on 
f | Mansfield Plantation near Georgetown, 
It will identify you. 
S. C., and just as I fired I saw my 
host, Charlie Tuttle, directly in line and 
beyond that woodcock. My heart seemed 
to stand still for a moment, but the 9s 
were small enough so they did not carry 
to him. Had I been shooting 6s my 
shooting pal of many years would un- 
doubtedly have been hit, perhaps 
severely. Other cases when fine shot 
have been the cause of averting acci- 
dents or making accidents less serious 
might be cited, but enough have been 
mentioned to show you how my second 
and great reason for using the finer 
shot is that I believe them to be safer. 
Mostly Whistlers 
(Continued from page 717) 
There they were turning toward us, 
eight of them and mostly male beau- 
ties. They flared with white-barred 
wings pointing almost straight up and 
down as they raced across the blocks; 
then we threw it into them. Two col- 
lapsed at “Collie’s” first salutation; I 
missed with the first but connected 
with the second, while the “P. M.” ac- 
éounted for three more. The remain- 
ing two were hitting it up for the 
lower bay when the “P. M.” turned 
loose on the nearest. The bird wabbled 
perceptibly and shivered from stem 
to stern but the chilled 4’s_ lacked 
steam—Super-X won’t do the impos- 
sible. “Skip” got busy with the dead 
and we were soon sitting tight again. 
The distant “plop” of guns sounded 
farther up the beach; in some places 
there is a seaweed “hide” every hun- 
dred yards apart. Some of them con- 
tained boyish nimrods who shot at 
everything within sight regardless of 
distance. 
A lone sheldrake sprang out of the 
nowhere and cut by us wide out. “Col- 
lie’ rocked him with both right and 
left but to no avail. A single hen- 
whistler alighted wide where she sat 
preening herself just like any little 
flapper. She did not powder her nose, 
however, we would have done that for 
her had she been near enough. Seven 
brant started to come over us, but evi- 
dently had forgotten’ something for 
they changed their minds and went 
back. 
The honk of geese startled us. Far 
to the northwest hanging against the 
leaden sky was a wedge of big Can- 
adas. The “Big game of the air.” 
We watched them as they fought their 
way against the heavy flaws and it 
was easy to see that they were tired. 
The “P. M.” groaned; we were not 
prepared for anything of this nature. 
However, George Wall and Frank Rob- 
bins in the next stand below us were 
all set for just such an occasion. 
“Watch Wall’s. stand,” advised the 
“Pp. M.” We were already doing so. 
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