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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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cely turn to a reasonably w7ell-stocked wil-derness within the United States wherethere is certainty of securing the heador pelt he seeks, or the haunch of ven-ison he craves—at least without an ex-penditure of time and money that theaverage business man cannot afford.And the same may be said of Canada,with the army of hunters that annuallyturn to her North woods during thebrief open season—a season not alwaysconvenient to the busy man of affairs. All this is a prelude to what I have tosay. The object of this article is tobring to the attention of sportsmen alarge, new, and practically unvisited re-gion where game in great variety is stillas plentiful as in the old pioneer days.It is a region, too, as quickly and easilyreached as the overhunted districts ofour own Rocky Mountains or the Cana-dian wilderness. In this country, asformerly in the West, there are no gamelaws and no restrictions upon the chasesave the old ones of aim and conscience. The region referred to is in Old Mex-
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DESPITE THE LATITUDE SNOW LAY THICK ON THE GROUND IN WESTERN DURANGO IN EARLY DECEMBER. ico. Since my visit to western Mexicoand my journey over the Sierra Madres,many inquiries have been addressed tome as to the practicability of vacationhunting trips to this section, the game tobe had, how to reach it, and the prob-able cost. These questions I shall nowendeavor to answer as best I can. In the course of my mule-back journeyof upward of a thousand miles throughthe lowland and mountain wildernessof western Mexico, I was constantlyimpressed with the manifold attractionsthat the country holds for sportsmen.With every new trail I traversed theseseemed to increase. The lagoons andmarshes near the coast were alive withsnipe, curlew, and many varieties ofwild ducks. Ascending the valley of the SantiagoRio, huge alligators were seen baskingin the sun on every sandy reach alongthe river bank. Coveys of quail rose be-fore us. Deer scampered away as weapproached their feeding trysts by thebrooks

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