Frank Forester was the pen name of the prickly yet prolific writer/sportsman Henry William Herbert (1807-1858). Born in England, Herbert either fled or escaped trouble by coming to America in 1831. Accounts vary as to why, but he never did return home or become an American citizen. During his twenty-seven years here he did become a well-known author on sports and a fixture among the crowd around the Spirit of the Times newspaper (about which much more later).
He also was hard to take, alienating people with his haughty manner and condescension. One poignant example: in 1858 he sent out invitations to friends to attend what he described as the last night of his life, promising to shoot himself after dinner. Only one person showed up (and unfortunately yes, Herbert did commit suicide that night).
A section on deer hunting in Herbert’s 1849 book Frank Forester’s Field Sports of the United States and British Provinces of North America takes serious issue with the type of Long Island deer hunting described by I.V.W. in 1837. He finds it boring and unbecoming and he doesn’t like the Broadway types who supposedly flocked out to Long Island to do it. Herbert briefly describes his own trip to Snedecor’s and it’s almost eerie how closely the description matches that of I.V. W.. I don’t think Herbert was I.V. W. but I wonder if they crossed paths – either on Broadway or in the woods.
Either way, you start to see a distinction drawn (at least in Herbert’s mind) between the true sportsman and the city slicker out for a good time. And again note the elements of the Good Fellow style: “high play at night” as Herbert mocks it, along with the penchant for cigars and punishments assessed in champagne bottles. This high living, however, did not preclude the sportsmen on Long Island from hunting and treating wildlife with respect. This is particularly seen in the sportsmen who went on to buy Snedecor’s tavern in 1866 and, among other things, push for stricter gaming laws to protect deer and trout.
So Herbert’s attitude may derive from some bad weekends in the brush or his own prejudices. He does, however, commend Long Island for it’s excellent trout fishing.