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In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 
finally became populated with railroads, 
homesteaders, and nickels and dimes, 
bringing an end to furs and buffalo 
hides, which brought me to the Pacific 
coast. Already the iron horse was 
there and also the settler, so to the 
North for me in 1886. Since that time 
I have seen the head waters of the 
Fraser, Athabasca, Mackenzie, Yukon, 
Pelly, White, Stewart, Klondike, Por- 
cupine, Peel, Kayukuk, Panama, Cop- 
per and innumerable smaller streams, 
have mined and trapped successfully 
and know the game. 
A polling boat or pack horse is your 
means of transportation, according to 
the character of the country you seek 
to navigate. Personally I prefer pack 
horses, as you have more liberty, if 
you know the game. If you trap on our 
side, you must procure a license to do 
so, and by so doing, you are allotted to 
a district all for your own, no hinder- 
ances or trespassing allowed. Usually 
the mountains in this sense make men— 
if the individual is physically fit. I can 
climb 4,000 feet, get my sheep or goat, 
and pack him down in a day, and I am 
taken for a man in the forties, yet I 
trapped in the seventies. You will 
never go so far that you won’t find some 
fellow has been there ahead of you, but 
there are thousands of miles of good 
trapping in this old world. 
So it’s the game as you play it, but 
let me advise, young blood, if you want 
to trap, go where there really is wild 
life, unless you are doing it for sport. 
C. J. DUNHOLTON, 
Yale, B. C., Canad. 
Shooting Wild Fowl in 
Dakota 
(Continued from page 491) 
said the guide, “fa long shot and a clean 
humane kill also.” : 
“TI shot, too,” said Dick, as he picked 
up the smoking shells where his ejec- 
tor had thrown them. Much surprised 
at this, I remarked that I had great 
faith in my Ithaca gun. 
“My ‘Smith’ never fails me,” re- 
sponded Dick. “TI will prove it,” said 
I. “How?” “Dick, you use sixes alto- 
gether; I use sixes in my right barrel 
and fours in my left. We will place 
yonder mallard under the scalpel, dis- 
sect him and find out who is respon- 
sible for his death.” 
At this juncture the guide and dogs 
returned with the duck. “Eighty- 
seven yards,” said the guide, “and he 
was dead as a door-nail.” 
Arriving at our lodging house we 
carefully removed the feathers from 
Mr. Mallard and found that two pel- 
lets had taken effect. One had broken 
the neck and lay imbedded against the 
bone; the other had passed through 
the body a little below and just in front 
of the wings and lay against the skin 
on the opposite side—both pellets were 
number fours. 
Thus the days passed and at the 
end of a week we returned home feel- 
ing that if fortune favored us we would 
be glad indeed to visit again Dakota, 
with its hospitable people, its pure air, 
red sunsets, and its excellent shooting 
grounds. 
Wild Life in the National 
Forests of the Pacific 
Northwest 
(Continued from page 473) 
8,000 mink; 2,000 beaver; 1,000 lynx; 
900 fox; 800 marten; 600 badger, and 
200 otter. 
iN eee with game and fur-bear- 
ing animals, the forest ranger 
makes an estimate of the animals that 
in many cases are the deadliest foes 
of game, the predatory animals—the 
animals against which the U. S. Bio- 
logical Survey wages an eternal war- 
fare with trap, gun and poison. 
Oregon forest rangers report esti- 
mates of 8,000 bear, 25,000 coyotes, 
12,000 bobcats, and 100 wolves. Wash- 
ington estimates run: 7,000 black bear, 
12 grizzlies, 9,000 coyotes, 4,000 bob- 
cats, and 80 wolves. 
Each year new trails and new roads 
reach further back into the forest wil- 
derness. 
they are completed, come the camper, 
the fisherman, the hunter—and too 
often, the forest fire follows in his 
wake. But a love for and an appre- 
ciation of the forest and its citizens 
are growing apace with it a realiza- 
tion of the ever-present menace—the 
forest fire. With the number of yearly 
National Forest visitors increasing 
tremendously the number 
caused fires remains about stationary 
—for which the forest rangers and 
the wild things of the forest are most 
thankful. 
Speckled Trout of the Ad- 
irondacks 
(Continued from page 461) 
bay for a drink, but the surface of the 
pond remained as still and as smooth 
as glass. A few white moths were flut- 
tering about the lantern and it really 
was weird the way their shadows 
jumped grotesquely against the forest 
wall. All other insect life seemed to 
be lifeless and silent. The surface of 
the pond remained  exasperatingly 
smooth and was unbroken by a single 
ripple, that is, within the range of the 
rays of light thrown by the lantern. 
I think I fell asleep about this time 
and was awakened by a dash of water 
It will identify you. 
Over the roads, even before 
of man-. 
