fornia, or the New
Glacier Park of the North, more trout than you can put on a string. If
you want confirmation of that fact, write to the Texas Club that has its
hunting lodge opposite Grass Mountain, and they will send you the
picture of one hour's trout catch. By measurement, the string is longer
than the height of a water barrel; and these were fish that didn't get
away.

Last year, twenty-six bear were shot in the Sangre de Christo Canyon in
three months.

Two years ago, mountain lions became so thick in the Pecos that hunters
were hired to hunt them for bounty; and the first thing that happened to
one of the hunters, his horse was throttled and killed by a mountain
lion, though his little spaniel got revenge by treeing four lions a few
weeks later, and the hunter got three out of the four.

Near Glorieta, you can meet a rancher who last year earned $3,000 of
hunting bounty scrip, if he could have got it cashed.

In the White Mountains last year, two of the largest bucks ever known in
the Rockies were trailed by every hunter of note and trailed in vain.
Later, one was shot out of season by stalking behind a burro; but the
other still haunts the canyons defiant of repeater.

From the caves of the cliff-dwellers along the Rio Grande, you can
nightly hear the coyote and the fox bark as they barked those dim stone
ages when the people of these silent caves hunted here.

The week I reached Frijoles Canyon, a flock of wild turkeys strutted in
front of Judge Abbott's Ranch House not a gun length from the front
door.

The morning I was driving over the Pajarito Mesa home from the cliff
caves, we disturbed a herd of deer.

Does all this sound as if game was depleted? It is if you follow the
beaten trail, just as depleted as it would be if you tried to hunt wild
turkey down Broadway, New York; but it isn't if you know where to look
for it. Believe me--though it may sound a truism--you won't find big
game in hotel rotundas or pullman cars.

Or, if your quest is not hunting but studying game, what better ground
for observation than the Wichita in Oklahoma? Here a National Forest has
been constituted a perpetual breeding ground for native American game.
Over twenty buffalo taken from original stock in the New York Park are
there--back on their native heath; and there are two or three very
touching things about those old furry fellows taken back to their own
haunts. In New York's parks, they were gradually degeneratin