Well, boys, I have been a reader of Fur News for some time and think a great deal of it. There is some very interesting reading in it. In looking through it, once in awhile I see a write-up of some place I have been to. Especially the Hobo. Where arc you. Hobo I would like to sit down on a log and put a cartridge of Havana clippings in our Marlin and ask you questions for an hour or two. I have traveled some of the same ground you did in the Southwest.
Fur is scarce here and it will get scarcer if there are not some different laws enacted to protect it. There arc a few skunks and a very few 'coons and some rats, but they will soon be a thing of the past. Here in Southern Michigan the mink is all gone; too many dogs. They will begin to trap rats the first of November, when they are blue pelts, only worth half-price, instead of letting them alone until spring, when the trapper will receive twice the money for his catch and they will increase there. Boys catch more feet than rats in the fall; then if the rat lives through the winter in the spring, if you get him, he is a paper or No. 3 hide. But some will continue to trap them until the game law interferes, if it ever does.
We have got some good laws and a lot of foolish ones. For instance, if it is a misdemeanor for a man to have a gill net within one-half mile of a lake, why is it not unlawful to have one three miles from this same lake? And when they stopped the spearing for one week in the spring of the year, it put five miles of nets in the country for every party of spearers it took out, and they would fish the nets 365 days in the year, if the ice did not stop them. But when these paper-collar hunters, with a $10 shotgun and a $100 dog, squints up one eye and frame a game law for the State Legislature to • look over, you old-timers might just as well step back. But it is necessary to have a game law. We have got to have a game law. If everybody were a true sportsman, with nothing but sporting blood in his veins, there would be no use for a game law. But when a man kills all he can kill, just for the sake of shooting something, I don't call him a sportsman, the law gives him too much privilege. I don't want to be called a kicker, but it makes my hair raise sometimes to think at>aut the way the fur and game is misused.
Boys, I have followed the trap Sue for most forty years, mostly in Northern Michigan, Believe me, I have had my tips and downs with the rest of you. I have been in some tight places, but always got back to eat bread and coffee and boiled venison.
Barry County, Michigan.
Fur, News. Fur News, January 1916.
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