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Forest and Stream Letters 
Another 20 Bore Supporter 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
WISH to compliment Mr. G. R. Mc- 
Vicker of Mile Seven, Alaska, on 
his letter published in ForEsT AND 
STREAM for June, 1925, concerning the 
twenty-gauge shotgun. He states that 
all the twenty needs is publicity, which 
it justly deserves, and here is another 
member who agrees with him. I have 
owned for a long time a twelve gauge 
and up until two years ago swore by 
it. One day I accepted an invitation 
to shoot with some friends at their 
lake for a change, and on my arrival 
to my surprise the other three were all 
using twenties, one double barrel and 
two pumps and shooting short shells 
at that. To my further surprise my 
three good friends accounted for as 
many ducks apiece as I did, in fact, 
I saw some very pretty shooting. All 
easily explained because they were bet- 
ter marksman or, if not, at least shoot- 
ing under the handicap of a smaller 
gauge. This was not an odd day 
either, because these boys always bring 
in ducks when the rest of us have 
poor luck. Not long after that my 
eye fell on a new Remington No. 17 
pump twenty gauge with the slickest 
action I had ever observed in‘a gun. 
It made my twelve look like an ele- 
phant. I promptly bought it and set 
out to try it. The first results were 
very discouraging; I couldn’t hit any- 
thing even to a stationary target, and 
I felt like a fool. But rather than 
give up such a pretty gun I kept on 
trying and finally discovered that if 
I could manage to get on a bird I al- 
ways killed it, and the difficulty seemed 
to be to get the gun on the bird and 
do it quick. With my other gun all I 
had to do was to point’ the old bus 
in the general direction the bird was 
traveling and pull; the result was usu- 
ally a bird full of shot. 
For one whole season I wasted lots 
of shells improving my shooting, the 
final result being that I paid a divi- 
dend in full. My three partners all 
shoot twelves, two pumps and one 
automatic. This past season, in spite 
of their ridicule, they were all forced 
to admit that the little old twenty is 
lighter to carry, more economical and 
will kill just as far and just as many 
as the twelve. The only difference is 
that you have to be a better shot, and, 
after all, the sport you get out of duck 
shooting is not the limit of your kill, 
but the ability shown in making clean 
kills and the marksmanship displayed 
in doing it. 
L. A. STEEVES, Dallas, Oregon. 
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The Peconic Fishing Party 
A Peconic Fishing Trip 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: ' 
N June 6th, 1925, the members of 
’ the Jamaica Rod and Gun Club, 
Jamaica, Long Island, had a very en- 
joyable and successful fishing trip. 
The party left the Club house at St. 
James, Long Island, and motored to 
Peconic Bay where everything was in 
readiness aboard our fishing smack. 
Weakfish, kingfish and porgies con- 
stituted most of the catch and were 
taken in goodly numbers, some of the 
weakfish weighing between 8 and 10 
pounds. 

It appeared that Dick Hammond 
was the prize winner when it came to 
hauling in the largest fish. His catch, . 
a weakfish which, by the way, was any- 
thing but weak, measured 2 feet 3 
inches and weighed exactly 10 pounds. 
Incidentally, it was the prize-winning 
fish of the trip. However, our old re- 
liable Pop Morgenthaler threw quite 
a scare into the crowd when he 
hooked into a sand shark. It required 
no little effort and plenty of help with 
the gaff to bring this fish from the 
water. The exact measurements of 
this shark were 3 feet 9 inches. Pop 
thought sure he had the prize all sewed 
up with a large weakfish, but when 
the shark was landed you can imagine 
his dismay. 
Among those who enjoyed the trip 
were Herbert Fogarty, Pres., William 
Fogarty, Louis Miller, Albert Morgen- 
thaler, Daniel Hamburger, Dick Ham- 
mond, Harry Bronze, Charles Sanford, 
George Mahnken, James Abrahams, 
Joe Taylor, Pop Morgenthaler and my- 
self. 
Louis MORGENTHALER, Secy., 
Jamaica Rod and Gun Club, 
Jamaica, L. I 
Fishing in Tangier Sound 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
66 AD, let’s go fishing. The wind 
is going down, and I think it 
will be moderate by the time we get 
out there.” 
“All right, son. Get the rods and 
reels. I will take the crab-net and 
paddle. Let’s go.” 
There is no long automobile jour- 
ney to take, no expensive hiring of 
boats and guides. Our eighteen foot 
sailboat is tied to her stake, sixty feet 
from the front gate, in the landlocked 
harbor. In a few minutes the sail is 
hoisted and we are on our way. We 
stop at one or two of the crab houses 
where the kindhearted crab shedders 
give us all the dead soft crabs and 
peelers we need for bait, free, gratis, 
and for nothing. They know well that, 
if we have good luck, they are sure 
of fish for dinner, for one good turn 
deserves another. 
So on we are out of the harbor,. and 
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