The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1899-10-26
WOMEN WHO HUNT.
Modern Dianas Are Numerous In the
Maine Woods.
Accompanied by PrOfesatOnaI Gwaasa
the Fair Disciples OF Nam-
rod Go Forth to
Shay.


Though women have been hunting in
the state each fall with good success
for the last ten years, women have not
! before this ventured in unless with
male escort. These women who are
stepping up beyond the DepsiconneaG
dead water" are some very self-reliant
/ women from Massachusetts. They work
IN some of the stores in a populous city,
and, being spinSters, decided to paddle
their own canoe this season. One or
two reliable guides accompanied them,
and, according to all reports, they are
doing extremely we'll One of them
Vouchsafed the information to a pass
ing sportsman that they were doing "a
blessed sight better than if they had
half dozen men tagging them around
to see that they didn't wet their feet or
blow their heads off with their rifles. !"
But" remarks old Jed Hawkes.,
there won't be any spruce gum left in
that neighborhood. Lord, how those
women are yanking. They say they
have chewed great deal of gum in
their lives, but that they never knew
what the clear quill was till they came
down here into the state of Maine.
While they're about it they are going to
take back all they can dig, buy or beg
to the city. Even the tall trees cant
hide their big Jumps away from these
women. Three of them wear bloomers
and have lots of muscle and they kin
climb anything that comes along, from
trees to- catamounts. Those women are
safe enough"
It is said that half the parties that
went into the Moosehead region last
fall had women as members.
You see, the women have for so many
years heard their male friends tell Of
the ecstatic delights of hunting in the
Dig Maine woods that their feminine
curiosity has been excited and there
has been veritable clamor to be al
lowed to go in. Once in awhile there is
one woman who finds the trip enough
to last her for lifetime. The fun isn't
at all as she has expected it would be-
The woods may be good enough for the
men, but as for her, she prefers the
boulevard and the shopping district,
Then there are other women who
meet the most ferocious weather the
Maine woods have to furnish; who are
drenched every other day to the skin
and who get dumped out of canoe two
or three times just by the way of va
riety.
These women go home and tell all the
folks that they have had just the most
lovely time and that they are all inn
patience for the year to roll around, SO
that they may go again These are the
kind of heroines that can extract fun
from every mishap. They are the only
kind that should tackle the dubious
pleasures of the Maine woods. For that
class-and it is an extensive one-that
enjoys roughing it, there is no enjoy
ment in all the world like the autumn
forest. But the person who goes in for
the first time without proper concep-
ton of the nature of the fun will be su-
premely miserable himself, or herself,
and will make all the folks around more
miserable still.
The women haven't commenced to go
into the Aroostook and the Pamadum-
cook wilderness. yet to any great ex-
tent. Last year several parties went in
from Stacyville to the vicinage of old
Katahdin and remained several weeks
until the snow came. The women were
OF the right sort to stand all the adver-
stiles, though they were from the city
and said that they had the best time of
their lives.
And the ladies have had pretty good
luck up that way in the shooting line.
One Lynn doctor has been coming down
into Maine every fall for years aftera
moose.
He has been able to shoot deer
enough. But deer have got to be too
small game for him. Last season he
brought down his niece to see HIM get
the prize, for he felt sure that at last
his patience was to be rewarded.
One day while they were coming down
Black stream the niece, who was little
way ahead in canoe with one of the
guides, saw moose standing near the
waters edge. The animal was side on
and presented splendid mark. Up
"VAL IuC AAttlC LIuS, tHu lHOuku the
hand of the maiden trembled convul-
sively good fate sped the ball true and
the moose fell dead with bullet
through his heart.
That night the uncle figured up that
he had spent over 81, 900 in chasing after
a moose through the Maine forest-and
still lacked the moose. Here was his 49,
year-old niece down for the week, and
loi she almost had moose brought to
her. The uncle disgustedly decided
that hunting was about all luck, any
way.
There is one thing to say about the
women who have been coming to Maine
woods for the last ten years. Not one
has yet shot one of the guides for bear
or her husband for deer. The woods
men say that when the women are out
hunting they are very cautious with
all a woman's inherent fear that some
thing will happen, and that no matter
how unskilled the woman may be in
the use OF firearms they, the guides, are
never apprehensive of accidents. It is
the impetuous veteran who blows off
his own or some one else's head-Tew-
lston (Me.) Journal.