Oct. 19, 1907.]| 
FOREST <AND STREAM. 

Judge Thomas’ Charge. 
Montcom_ery, Ala., Oct. 7.—Editor Forest and 
Stream: Hon. Wm. H. Thomas, judge of the 
gomery, in charging the grand jury which he 
organized to-day, laid special stress on the fact 
that the new game laws of Alabama should be 
Thomas 
| 
ener Division of the City Court of Mont- 

|rigidly enforced. The remarks of Judge 
irelating to this subject are as follows: 
: “The statute requires all judges to give the 
{‘provisions of the game law strictly in charge 
jand to.urge diligent inquiry into infractions 
¢thereof.’ I have not heretofore given the law 
(specially in charge, for I was of the opinion that 
’portions of the law were not enforced until 
ithirty days after the final adjournment of the 
¢ Legislature. 
i “Believing the act to be at this time of full 
4force and effect, and that its provisions shouid 
ibe strictly observed and violations thereof prose- 
teuted, I will say that in the years to come the 
¢wisdom and foresight of the Legislature to pass 
¢a proper game law and the effort of the efficient 
State Game and Fish Commissioner, the Hon. 
¢John H. Wallace, Jr., to enforce, will be appre- 
) ciated. 
) “First, when our fields and 
Jagain well stocked with game. 
;s “Second, when every landlord appreciates that 
he can more nearly control his own domain from 
| intrusion. 
| “Third, when it will be noted that the excuse 
of hunting in the past has been made the pretext 
for the habit of worthless and irresponsible per- 
'sons to parade the public roads and other public 
\places of the county with rifles and shotguns. 
“Fourth, when the responsible tenant realizes 
|that he is protected in the right to hunt in sea- 
son on the lands he has rented, while the idling 
shiftless can no longer hunt all the year to the 
‘annoyance of land owners and bona fide tenants, 
jand will not be annoyed by a worthless, reck- 
jless class who now parade the public roads at 
jall seasons, armed with rifles and shotguns. 
“Fifth, the foreman of a recent grand jury in 
another county, and he a large farmer, told me 
|that since the passage of the game law he found 
jit most beneficial in handling his labor, for it 
|had taken away an incentive and excuse to col- 
\lect, idle and pretend to hunt by those who were 
\shiftless; at the same time it had encouraged 
|the worthy tenant to think that he had a right 
|that was of some value, and that could not be 
. | violated by anyone who wished by hunting over 
\his fields and in the woods and about his house 
|to his annoyance.” 
Joun H. WALLACE, Jr, 
woodlands are 
Com. 
Two Long Shots. 
|\Editor Forest and Stream: 
| One day long ago while sauntering leisurely 
along Main street, in New Castle, Colorado, I 
|met my old hunting’ companion, Johnnie Barrett, 
who had just brought in his bunch of horses 
and was getting ready to take them into winter 
quarters up Middle Elk Creek. “If you will 
come up to Sam Harris’ ranch Friday night we 
will run a pretty good chance of getting an elk,” 
|said he. This struck me as an excellent propo- 
sition and I readily agreed to it, so on Friday 
afternoon I rustled a pony, tied my .38-55 rifle 
to the saddle and started for Sam’s. It was 
nearly dark when I reached my destination, 
where I found Johnnie and Sam waiting supper 
for me. Johnnie had climbed the side of the 
cafion, about 2,000 feet, and had tramped for 
hours in snow in some places nearly waist deep, 
but although he had seen plenty of deer, there 
was no sign of elk. These animals will remain 
in loose snow up to their bellies, but as soon as 
a crust forms they come down to the lower 
levels where the snow is not so deep. 
While Johnnie was up on the mesa a large 
bull elk came down the side of the cafion op- 
posite Sam’s cabin and in plain view of it. Tak- 
ing his rifle, Sam crept to within 600 yards of 
him, but was prevented from getting any closer 
by a deep ravine. It was a long shot, but the 
.40-90 was good for it and Sam got the elk. 
This was merely a chance one that had strayed 
down from the high mountains, and as there 

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was small prospect of any more being found, we 
decided that next morning we would visit a 
bear hole Johnnie had located the year before 
and incidentally pick up a deer or two, so with 
visions of deer, elk and bear floating through 
our sleepy heads, we all turned in. 
Next morning before the others thought of 
stirring, Johnnie was kindling the fire and get- 
ting breakfast ready, to which no one offered the 
slightest objection. Johnnie is an expert in 
culinary matters, and soon had a splendid layout 
on the table—fresh mountain trout, elk steak, 
fried potatoes, canned peaches, delicious bread 
and butter and real cream. So few people fry 
trout really well that I am tempted to tell how 
Johnnie did it. He first selected fish of a uni- 
form size, placing the small, the medium and the 
large ones by themselves. He then put enough 
butter in the frying pan to cover the bottom 
about half an inch deep and let it get hot; then 
he put in a batch of fish, basted them frequently 
with the melted butter and turned once. This 
browned them beautifully on the outside and 
left them juicy within. 
After breakfast Johnnie and I 
ponies and rode two miles to the head of the 
cafion. Leaving our horses here, we com- 
menced the ascent of a side cafion which led to a 
large basin surrounded by mountains. The snow 
was nearly knee-deep, the footing slippery and 
the climbing extremely difficult, but by sling- 
ing our rifles on our backs and cutting a couple 
of sharp-pointed sticks, we managed to work 
our way upward. Finally we reached the edge 
of the basin, and about 350 yards up the hill- 
side stood ten deer. They had seen us and im- 
mediately bunched preparatory to leaving. 
saddled our 
“Can we make a sneak up that draw?’ I 
asked. 
“Guess not,” said Johnnie; “they will only 
stand a minute more. Rest your gun over that 
low limb and pick out one in the thickest part 
of the bunch.” 
I raised the sight to 350 yards, and an instant 
after the report the deer sprang away in all 
directions. After running 100 yards they 
stopped, and selecting one which stood with its 
back toward me down hill and which conse- 
quently afforded the least chance for miscalcula- 
tion of distance, I held high and pulled. Al- 
most with the report the deer took a couple of 
bounds and rolled down hill until stopped by a 
log. 
Then commenced a hard climb. Although only 
about 450 yards away, it took a half hour to reach 
the prize, a young buck. The bullet had struck 
the right side just in front of the hip, and 
emerged at the base of the neck. 
After dressing our game we dragged it part 
way down hill and left it, while we went to in- 
vestigate the bear hole. In order to reach it, we 
had to scramble along the hillside, John con- 
siderably ahead, I followed as quickly as I could, 
but by the time I reached the hole I was so out 
of puff that I couldn’t have hit a bear fifty yards 
away. Just as I got there Johnnie calmly poked 
his head into the hole, looked an instant and 
then mournfully said, “No; he isn’t there.” 
Epw. F. BALt. 


YOUNG PHEASANTS 
IN THE INDIANA PHEASANTRY. 
New England Sportsmen. 
Boston, Oct. 12,—Editor Forest and Stream: 
Mr. P. H. Foster, of Arlington, left his home 
last Wednesday at 3 P. M. and was back before 
dark with five partridges and one woodcock. 
Mr. Joseph S. Seabury left this week for 
trip to last several weeks after big game. He 
will make his headquarters on Cupsuptic Lake 
and the upper Magalloway River and expects to 
go over the old trail leading from Parmachenee 
to Second Connecticut Lake, which used to be 
one of the best sections for deer in western 
Maine, and as it has been shot over but very little 
in recent years should afford the best of sport. 
Mr. E. C. Foote started last Saturday for 
Mashpee on the Cape where he will spend ten 
days in ruffed grouse and wildfowl shooting. He 
has made the trip for several years in the com- 
pany of his friend Benjamin Bradley and started 
away this time alone, feeling sorrowful, indeed, 
as his old companion passed away some six 
weeks ago. 
The effort to find a country where game and 
fish are paramount is a part of the creed of all 
sportsmen. It was this that induced L. H. 
Parrot, of Brookline, and W. Reeves, of Way- 
land, to undertake a trip from which they have 
just returned, being away over two months. Go- 
ing first to Fredericton, N. B., they outfitted for 
a camping trip on the upper Miramichi River. 
Their next objective was Bristol by rail, sixty- 
five miles up country. Here they engaged teams 
and were driven through primitive wilderness, 
thirty-five miles to. the Southwest Branch of the 
Miramichi. They were left on the river at dusk 
and found just water enough to float a canoe. 
The next morning the first object that greeted 
their eyes was a big bull moose fifty feet away. 
After inspecting the camp he walked off leisurely. 
On another morning their camp was surrounded 
by two bulls and a cow moose. Going down the 
river they had fine trout fishing and saw game 
constantly. Coming down the main stream they 
stopped a few days at Gray’s cabin in the heart 
of the wilderness. For the last three years Mr. 
Gray has shot his moose standing on his own 
piazza. Starting off again they went up the North 
3ranch of the river seeing moose, deer and cari- 
bou almost every day. While making camp near 

Miramichi Lake Mr. Reeves cut his foot badly 
with an axe. His friend had a hard time to stop 
flow of blood. The nearest help was fifty- 
miles- down the river at Baictaen and 
Mr. Parrot felt that he must get there as soon 
as possible. Heavy rains had raised the river 
to a torrent and he made the distance in one 
day, sent assistance to his friend, and had him 
brought down the river where he recovered al- 
most entirely in three weeks’ time. The rest 
of the trip was spent at Burnt Hill Pool—the old 
fishing waters of Sandy Wood and Joseph Jef- 
ferson—where Mr. Parrot landed many salmon 
and sea trout up to seven pounds. 
Astonishing good luck favored Dr. S. Brad- 
bury and Dr. McCormick in a ten days’ trip to 
New Brunswick. One moose and three deer is 
a record to be proud of for so short a time, 
HACKLE. 
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