The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-12-19
HUNTING WITH A CAMERA
Exciting Sport For Those Too
Tender-Hearted to Kill Game

There is a girl in Chicago who has
hunted various kinds of game-bear,
deer, partridge-this autumn with her
camera, and who found life 50 delight
full while thus occupied that she can
hardly stop talking about it. Clad in
true hunters garb and bearing a trusty
camera instead of a rifle, the girl went
fort to hunt bear. Tripods are of small
service in the woods and swamps, so
the camera was slung over the shoulder
by strap. For three days the regula
ton hunting party, of which the girl
made one, hunted bear with much en-
ergy and persistence; then it's members
rested from their labors long enough to
attend rural wedding ceremony at a
little forest church. Leaving the church
half an hour later they encountered a
vociterous shout from some of their
fellowworshipers A few yards down the
road huge black bear numbered easily
along, her cubs on either side. The guns
or the more seasoned hunters were at
their shoulders on the instant. But the
camera, alasi was still under the
church seat, where the instinct of con-
Ventionality had led the girl to slip it
while the service was in progress. The
only satisfaction which the girl got out
of that meeting with the bear was a
good cry over the meanings and lamen-
tations of the little cubs left desolate
by the prowess of the other hunters.
And it was the only bear seen during
the trip.
The hunting of the partridge is a keen
joy to the nature lover. The photo
graphing of the little brownies is quite
another thing. They were by no means
dlfhcult to trace or come up with in the
Canadian and Wisconsin woods this
autumn, being so tame that one could
easily get within twenty yards, before
they took alarm, But partridges at
twenty yards are but small specks upon
the finding glass of the ordinary cam
era, and when suddenly discovered
either the soft light filtering down
through the interlacing tree tops was
insufficient for Photographic purposes
or the birds were too quick for even an
instantaneous snapshot.
The single partridge picture obtained
was that of small covey crossing the
open road in peace and security, and
the birds looked altogether too much
like flock of little chickens to render
this picture of much value. Besides, the
knowledge that the gun hunters, whose
'hr5t turn" 1t was not at that moment,
We're fairly dancing with Impotence
and longing, was by no means condue-
i've to steady nerves, and resulted in
wavy representation of birds and road
way less satisfying than unique
Deer hunting, she said, was simply
glorious until the other hunters killed
the deer. Then the joy of it was damp
ened considerably, in more ways than
one. Twice, also, the CAMERA hunter had
buck fever" and simply gazed, spell
bound, at the fine stag driven lut into
the open before her. until it had grace
fully leaped thicket and FASTENED
away, The other hunters, who waited
for her to cry done" as their signal to
shoot, had no chance at all. After this
experience had been twice theirs, they
restricted the camera hunters chances
to one in three instead of turn and turn
about. Once and once only was a fine
deer picture obtained, and then the
camera was overturned shortly after
and the picture spoiled, but the deer
was magnificent fellow. AS he stood
outlined against the sky line he looked
noble; the camera hunter openly re-
Joiced that nobody else got him. Chi
cago Tribune