Hunting: No End of Game

The pidgeons in such numbers we see fly That like a cloud they do make dark the sky; And in such multitudes are sometimes found, As that they cover both the trees and ground: He that advances near with one good shot, May kill enough to fill both spit and pot.

John Holme (1686) Hunters like to dream of what it must have been like in the old days, when herds of buffalo grazed the Western plains, when virgin glades were thick with elk and wild fowl. Game, they complain, is disappearing in the face of pollution, deforestation—and competition from the...

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