THE BUFFALO'S LAST STAND
Bil Gilbert's article about Arizona's appalling buffalo massacre (The Great Buffalo Hunt? Shoot? Slaughter? Nov. 23) is the best (maybe I should say worst) story I've seen in some time. It was a tremendous shock to me to find out that such a thing could go on in this day and age, especially under the auspices of the government. It should trouble the consciences of all concerned to allow this outrage to continue. It seems sad to me that man, who is supposed to be civilized, should be able to find either sport or thrill in slaughtering the helpless buffalo, one of America's most magnificent, misunderstood and endangered species.
Bil Gilbert's article made me sick. If the buffalo must be slaughtered, why not shoot them in pens with shotgun slugs rather than allow them to be cut down piece by piece by people who have difficulty hitting the side of a barn?
Howard Beach, N.Y.
The 474 gunners who applied for the chance to shoot 80 excess buffalo in Arizona would probably love to go to India to shoot surplus people.
If the buffalo herd must be thinned commensurate with the available forage, there is nothing morally wrong with the method used. It just should not be considered a hunt or a sport, because the element that makes the pursuit of game a challenge is missing.
Aren't there other states that could use the buffalo to create or bolster herds of their own?
What a tragedy! Why doesn't the state of Arizona appeal for funds to feed the extra buffalo? If we knew where to send money I'm sure we could save them.
The best shots of the day were taken by the author, and I hope they were noted.
West Palm Beach, Fla.
Please extend my thanks to William Johnson for an article Hey Adventures of a Viking Grandson, Nov. 16) that does more to capture the spirit and quality of the Nordic people than any I have read. It brings back many fond memories of my boyhood in Norway and a most intense desire to return to a land that had the foresight to strengthen its ecological awareness. Hjertelig tusen takk!
ARNULF LOHREN SVENDSEN, M.D.
My admiration for the cartoons of Michael Ramus knows no bounds, and he has captured the spirit of hockey in the most remarkable way (The Game Behind the Whistle, Nov. 23). However, as my friend the world-famous referee (below) might point out, the linesman who flashes down the rink after an icing call delivers the puck to his fellow linesman and not to the referee.
CHARLES M. SCHULZ
A tremendous round of applause is due Michael Ramus for his satirical and witty portrayal of hockey players and officials. The facial expressions were superb, as was the action. I certainly hope to see more of Mr. Ramus' work in the weeks to come.