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FOREST AND STREAM. 
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SECOND DIVISION PRIZE.—COMPETITION Iv. 
Won by the Twenty-third Regiment Team. 






















At 200 At 500 Grand 
yarde. Total. yards. Total. Total. 
Capt. C.J. Sands.,......... 23220 9 |00300; 8 12 
Sgt. J. H. Frothingham.....! 238223 12 23040 9 21 
Set. A. Bancémin...-.uss ca" 122222) 10 |84024 183 23 
Prt... Me Alipneeesn. .ceeeer 23222; 11 [00022 4 15 
Pvtid. -H. Sterns..40. co... 82233 13 j00002 2 15 
Prt, d., Hulls sence 7 102000 2° | 2 
Pvt. S. J. Kellog, dr........ 22042) 10 102402) 8 18 
Jno Drummond............. 33033) 12 12 
J As Atwater cssrro as: 103233 11. (2020.0 4 15 
D. N:2Carrington 2 see cee 02222 8 j00200) 2 10 
HE. B.cheKer jaasten dec ees 24322! 18 100003] 8 16 
RB. Mallaysisstos tees ee 82234 14 32000 5 19 
125 53 178 
ARMY AND NAVY JOURNAL PRIZE.—COMPETITION V. 
At 500 yards. Total 
Lieut orsfall oie. csc iit cee cata stc erie eee 0220232] 1 
LisutseDanning...s..cstceseate cs en ete 0024434 17 
Sgts MaihRoux, vc tars. cocoate ee eee tion 3243330) 18 
Dri Mes SHUDG. | camccls ear ee eee eee (0444344) 23 
Sgt. Murphy.. .j0042208) 1 
Sgt, Magner. -.|3044343] 21 
Sgt. Freeman -. (22038343 17 
Pvt. Backer.... . 3432342) 21 
Pyrite Lockwooden. cect sae ./843823824) 21 
EV Gs usaptyae eee crc eee, (00303800 6 
Pyt a Cocke he ey..55 melee pene epee an eee 133324833) 21 
Py; Carmichael eta. cco: seminar pure ee ean 3444433] 24 
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Arm, Remington. 
STATE PRIZE.—COMPETITION VII. 
Won by the Twenty-second Regiment Team. 
At 200 At 500 Grand 
yards. Total. yards. Total. Total. 
Dlentipeore talline neem 24233) 14 |40222) 10 24 
Lieut. Dunning.... 222382) 11 |40000| 4 15 
Set. Major Roux 82322) 18 |30043] 19 | 98 
Dr. Maj. Strube. 82243 14 123428] 14 28 
Sgt. Murphy .... 3232381 13 (20000) 2 15 
Sgt Magner.... 833823) 14 |42384) 16 30 
Sgt. Freeman... 32240 11 32430) 12 23 
Pvt: Backer ...:,..; (24433 16 42432] 15 31 
Pevbe WOCKWOOGE= 0.7 sane. 238223] 12. 12883 4) 15 27 
PAts Barry noes cmen ee 383223 13 43330 13 26 
Pyar Cockers ae paneer os 30022 7 Shih 7 
Pvt. Carmichael............ 124443 17 30443] 14 31 
155 125 280 
Arm, Remingson. 
GATLIN MATCH.—COMPETITION VII. 
Won by the Seventy-ninth Regiment. 
At 500 yards. Total. 
CaptcJ Os ROSS iomacer circa mane eee 4433433] 2 
Wie Ch Clarks. one 2323423 19 
Pyt. J. Moore.... 2423003 14 
PvteeDuakes nee 4034423 19 
PviiPy lek: syewe eens 0203082 10 
Py b Stepheson seen re wee ene. hy nym ae enema 33382424 22 
Pv tcRouleiayet nner enter e. be Oh nea 4342040) 17 
Robertson: i), thee on enero een kim: 2222232) 15 
EUS COME Tay Seer en ee ee mE 0308330} 12 
Fiviis; Cameron’ 2-ceeia sore) seer ene 2232304 16 
Vb MOO. satus secant aa ait 3 eared het ent wes I) Walon 0220220 8 
Weecleroes. feta ine ete At, ne Cntr nee 4344332 23 
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Arm, Reniington. 
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A WILD GOOSE CHASE. 
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Eprror ForEst aND STREAM :-— 
What a pleasant and suggestive name your paper bears. 
“FOREST AND STREAM” —it is-positively refreshing on a sul- 
try day, and is always indicative of benefit to the physical, 
mental, and moral man. It is not my intention, however, 
to moralize, but to write the simple history of a short jour- 
ney W. and I made last spring in quest of recreation 
and geese. It was about the 1st of April that we took the 
cars at Hunter’s Point, and started for West Hampton on 
the south shore of Long Island, distant seventy-five miles 
from New York. 
_ At a depot called ‘‘the Manor,” we took the Sag Harbor 
branch of the road, and after traveling some twelve miles 
reached our destination. Darkness had set in when we 
left the train, and the deserted look of everything around 
was calculated to remove all enthusiasm. ' 
But we found ‘‘Wes” waiting for us, and one look into 
his genial face, and one sound of his cheery voice, entirely 
banished loneliness. 
The ride of a mile was soon made, as old Grey was kept 
in a lively trot by sundry whacks of the whip, and in a few 
minutes we reached the modest but hospitable dwelling of 
Mr. Nathan Raynor. It is marvelous how soon a crack- 
ling fire, pleasant faces, and a well filled table will remove 
embarrassment and give one a perfectly home feeling. It 
wrought this change inus. At once we feltat home. And 
we did full justice to Mrs. Raynor’s fare. 
After supper our traps were got in readiness for the next 
day’s sport; inthe meanwhile, however, we listened to stories 
of duck and goose shooting by our Captain, who was to be 
Clark Raynor, and ascertained, too, that twice a year—spring 
and fall—fine shooting could be had. 
At alate hour we were shown to our rooms, with the 
words, ‘‘we will call you at four for breakfast,” 4nd we 
went to bed to dream of ducks and geese. It seemed as if 
we had just fallen asleep, when a knock upon the door and 
the-words, “‘time to get up,” aroused-us. We hastily dress- 
ed, partook of a hearty breakfast, put on our rubber suits, 
stepped into our boats (the house is by the water) sailed 
three-quarters of a mile across the bay, and landed at 
Picket Point. Alas! the first day was foggy and we return- 
ed with only one bird. On the second was a north-easter 
that soon drove us to a warm shelter. But the third 
dawned beautifully with a stiff north-west wind, just what 
we wanted, and during that day and two hours of the fol- 
lowing morning, we killed eighteen geese and ten ducks. 
The only thing to which I objected, was being obliged to 
lie flat on my back in such coffin-looking boxes, and when 
geese were around to hear the softly whispered caution of 
the Captain “hush, don’t mave.” I protest, Mr. Editor, 
that it is hardly fair to stow away 175 pounds of flesh and 
bone in so narrow a place, and then not have the privilege 
of moving, when you feel the more inclined to do so be- 
eause you know you must not. 
The recollection of that day’s sport is a pleasant memory. 
It was genuine pleasure. When the geese were circling 
round us, and each moment coming nearer, every faculty 
“seemed supernaturally active.” Every nerve tingled with 
excitement, and the blood coursed swiftly through every 
vein. 
Often since, when tired with writing, have my thoughts 
gone back to that day, andI have laid aside my pen to 
shoot every goose over again. 
To all in quest of a few days of delightful and healthy 
recreation, I commend our hospitable hostess, and her 
worthy sons, our accommodating Captain and the genial, 
whole-souled ‘‘Wes.” Yours, J. C. DutcuEr. 
Bound Brook, N. Y., Oct. 1873. 
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HOW WOLVES HUNT DEER. 
Beane Cot 
Epitor ForEsT AND STREAM:— 
Ralph—‘‘ Roaring Ralph from the rising Sun,” he called 
himself—a tough old trapper standing six feet four in his | 
moccasins, and well proportioned otherwise, who though 
prodigiously self-conceited and boastful as to his strength 
and miraculous exploits, yet possessed many of those 
elements of character that made him a welcome partner 
among those ‘sinewy pioneers of the woods; for with a 
rollicking devil-may-care way coupled with a genuine 
eagerness to do favors to others, he really had the strength 
of ayoung giant and the courage of a lion. 
Ralph I say, was mad; he came by our camp that morn- 
ing in a towering rage, swearing he would have the reptile’s 
pelt, if he had ‘‘ ter send clar ter York State for a dozen of 
ther steel traps,” and he had reason for his billious outburst. 
A fisher for the second time liad taken almost the entire 
length of his line of dead falls and tore them all to pieces, 
thus wiping out the labor of many days. An old fisher is 
often a great pest to the trappers, for he is too cunning to 
go into a deadfall as he ought, like other animals, (and 
steel traps in those days were costly and hard to get), but 
would surely sneak around behind, tear down the back 
part of the trap, seize the bait or martin or sable, if any 
happened to be therein, and then on to the next, repeating the 
trick throughout the whole line. 
when I told him that if he would wait until I put a patch 
on the sole of one of my moccasins, I would go with him 
over his line, the last wrinkle of displeasure passed from 
his face. 
The line led along the bottom a mile or so, thenupa 
ravine or gulch and over the mountain some four or five 
miles to another water course beyond. 
We had rebuilt, baited and set eight or ten of the falls, 
and were toiling up the mountain side dragging our trail 
(a deer’s head) behind us, when my attention was attracted 
by the howling of wolves farther up the mountain, this not 
being a very common thing in the day time, I said: ‘‘Ralph, 
what’s up? There is something to pay among those var- 
mints.” Ralph stopped and listened amoment, then turning 
to me with an eager twinkle in his eye, said: ‘‘George, do 
you want to see some fun? If we hurry I reckon we can 
get there in time—those devils are driving a deer around 
the mountain, and this crust will cut his legs so that they 
will get him, sure. Now up on top of ‘he mountain is a 
lake, (they call them all lakes, even if they don’t contain an 
acre of water), the deer when hard pressed will make for 
that lake, not thinking, the fool, about its being froze over, 
and if we can get there in time you’ll see how quick a pack 
o’ wolves will make mince-meat of the critter.” Up we 
went as fast as we could and do it silently. We crossed 
the runway where the deer and pack had passed 
several times around the brow of the mountain 
and arrived in view of the opening containing the 
lake. Approaching cautiously we peered through, and 
there, sure enough, was a magnificent deer being driven 
around on the ice by a couple of wolves, within a circle of 
a score or more of the scoundrels, sitting on their haunches 
and licking their chops in eager anticipation of the morsel 
they knew would soon be within their reach, the poor vic- 
tim, with labored breath and eyes almost starting from 
their sockets, passing and repassing on the inner circle. 
His strength was failing fast, while the places of his pur- 
suers were taken by fresh racers every second or third 
round. 
The lake, nearly of a circular form, probably one-eighth 
of a mile in diameter, was bordered (on our side at least) 
with a narrow fringe of dwarf evergreens, giving us a fine 
opportunity to crawl up within a couple of rods of the 
backs of the nearest wolves. I was impatient to pour a 
broadside into the said backs, but Ralph checked me, say- 
ing “hold on until he falls, and then we’ll give it to'them.” 
Ralph carried a heavy double rifle; my gun was a double 
barrel, rifle and shot (and I have it yet, a remembrance of 
old times, for 1t furnished me my only food for many a day), 
the rifle carrying a peaked ball of forty to the pound, the 
other loaded with buckshot. 
We watched with strained eyes and bated breath the 
cold-blooded race. Once the deer fell to his knees, and 
there was a start around the whole circle; but gathering 
himself he kept on his course another round. His pursu- 
ers would nip him in the flank and then jump back, their 
razor-like teeth of course drawing blood every time, until 
the snow of the track was reddened its entire length. 
The noble deer, finally weakened by the loss of so much 
blood and the unequal contest, gave up, and with a: de- 
spairing groan, almost human in its accents, fell a little 
quartering from us and about twelve or fourteen rods dis- 
tant, and almost in the twinkling of an eye was covered by 
Four fingers of Scoota- 
wauboo, with a smoke, put Ralph in a better humor; and 
a mass of yelping, snarling devils. ‘‘Now, now!” whispered 
Ralph, and raising up we let them have it. Bang, bang— 
four barrels (two simultaneously) into that writhing heap, 
then we drew our knives and rushed toward them. Well, 
you may well believe there was a scattering among the 
cowardly things. We killed only two outright (I have 
often wondered why we didn’t kill more), but wounded I 
don’t know how many, three of which we afterward got 
by shooting over again. Ihad calculated on a. pound or 
two of the meat for a broil, but as sure as that I never told 
a lie, though it took less time than I would in telling this 
were I talking instead of writing. When we reached the 
spot all we found was a heap of bloody bones, neither hide, 
meat, nor insides; not an ounce of flesh was left on that 
crimson rack; picked clean in apparently not certainly 
more than one hundred seconds. A poor chance a human 
being would stand in such company. 
Another time I may tell how Ralph bagged his reptile. 
J ACOBSTAFF. 
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UNSEASONABLE TROUT. 
GENRE SRS 
BANnGor, Maine, October 26th, 1873. 
Eprror Forrest anp STREAM:— 
Will you allow me to call out through your journal the 
opinion of the angling fraternity, sporting men generally, 
and pisciculturists, as to the correct close time for trout,” 
always holding in view the keeping up of the stock of a 
fishery rather than the quality of the food, in a sanitary 
point of view. Asa healthful article of food we do not 
regard the trout as fit to be eaten after the 1st of Septem- 
ber, as they then begin to become slimy, white, and soft; 
the general health of the fish deteriorating rapidly prepara- 
tory to spawning, although they do not yet crowd into the 
streams as later in the season, when they are looking 
for their spawning grounds. Therefore, the pleasure of 
killing may still be indulged in by those who either have 
no taste or palate to mark the difference between a fish in 
or out of season, or those who like to indulge the mere ani- 
mal pleasure of killing. We think it would be well that 
the rod should be laid aside for the gun the 1st of Septem - 
ber. The laws of our State prescribe the 1st of October as 
the commencement of the close season for trout, togue, 
and land-locked salmon. We think this too late, not en- 
tirely from the cause that the fish are then crowded into all 
the strcams, deserting the lakes and ponds, but thus afford- 
ing unlimited slaughter to the merest tyro, for we believe 
that the mischief then done by the rod is but a mere tithe 
of the evil. It is that the limit legalizes the sale of trout 
in our markets, and it is at this time when they are crowded 
into the streams that the villainous pot-hunter and poacher 
sweep the net and ply the murderous spear and grapple, 
and glut the markets not only here, but of New York and 
other States with their spoils. Your trout were then in 
perfect season, and the bare fact of the habits of the fish 
rendering them such an easy prey at this period to the 
poacher should be a sufficient argument to every true angler 
for limiting rather than extending the close time. : 
Unfortunately, this last winter a special law in favor of a 
popular place of resort for anglers was engineered through 
our legislature at Augusta. It allows trout fishing ona 
certain lake until the 15th of October. Our markets have 
been overstocked with trout, most of them bearing unmis- 
takable marks of the seine. The wardens of the State 
were powerless, for they could not discriminate between a 
trout caught in the privileged waters or%those caught five 
miles distant in some lake where the law does not apply. 
Hotel keepers living near good trouting waters could see 
no reason why they and their interests should be ignored 
in favor of those who could better afford the loss of guests, 
and the people at large were disgusted at what seemed to 
them partiality and injustice. In fact, the whole State 
was and is demoralized so far as enforcement of the internal 
fishery laws is concerned. 
We wish it were possible for the Dominion Government 
and our Northern Statcs to unite with us in passing co-op- 
erative laws forbidding the sale of any fish in any of the 
States severally when the species of fish offered for sale 

was forbidden to be caught or sold in another State. We 
should thus strike a deadly blow at the poacher and _ pot- 
hunter, and do more for the protection of the products of 
forest and stream than has been brought to pass for many 
years. During our close months here our trout are run 
into the neighboring States and sold, and large numbers are 
brought into our markets from New Brunswick. 
I may as well here refer to a most destructive abuse, which 
every true angler should interest himself in breaking down. 
I allude to the custom of counting by number rather 
than the weight of fish caught. It should be a rule at 
every sporting resort 1o fine every man who brings home in 
his kreel a fish of less weight than a half pound. Ihave 
known men calling themselves anglers boasting in our local 
papers of a count of one hundred and fifty trout, most of. 
which had the bars still on, and not one fish of a pound 
weight in the lot. Ss. 
er 1 
DOES SAW DUST KILL FISH? 
—_—_>___——. 
Honkoye Faris, N. Y., October 15, 1873. 
Epriror ForEsT AND STREAM :— 
In reply to the letter of #red. E. Ranger, Glen’s Falls, 
N. Y., which you referred to me, I would say: The saw 
dust and refuse from the tanneries on the upper Hudson 
will undoubtedly prove a se ious obstacle to stocking the 
river with salmon as suggested by ‘‘Piscator.” TI do 
not know how far the theory is true that saw dust kilis 
trout by clogging their gills; in fact I have always had a 
doubt of it—but that it will speedily depopulate a stream. 
by ruining the spawning beds and killing all ova there de 









