IT was a cold, snowy, blizzardy night. I had gotten out the chess men and placed them with exact precision on the chess table, all ready for a battle with Billy Brann. “Billy” and I have been tarpon fishing pals for many years, but up till the summer of 1919 we had never fished together in fresh water.
A SERIOUS shortage, if not the final extermination, of the fish along our Atlantic seaboard is threatened, unless immediate steps are taken to prevent it. The blame for this shortage may be directly laid at the doors of the pound net and purse net fishermen who, regardless of the consequences, are gobbling up the majority of migrating fish, and incidentally are killing their goose with the golden eggs.
I have fished in the wildest of rivers that run; At the dawn, in the eve, ’neath the glare of the sun; In all sorts of brooks, With all sorts of hooks, There’s no sort of angling that I haven’t done. I have drilled with the plug, and have played with the fly— Floating and flying, sinkered and dry.
IS there anything that could be more indelibly impressive than to lie on one’s belly on the very summit of a mountain top four thousand feet above a tangle of winding, ground and twisted, rocky and turquoise-blue glaciers, over 100 miles from the outermost fringe of civilization and the established abode of man ; and watch through the binoculars several graceful, big-horned Alaskan rams enjoying a placid outlook on their world from a rugged rocky crest not six feet wide and with veritably perpendicular sides nigh 1,000 feet high?
THE King’s long green form stretched motionless, half-concealed beneath the large lily-pads which covered the shallower portions of the tranquil cove in Old Squaw Pond. Not a fin stirred. Only now and then did his gills expand and contract as he breathed lazily.
MANY years ago, when turkeys were so plentiful there was no closed season, the old-time hunter found his greatest pleasure in hunting old gobblers in the spring, generally spoken of as the “gobbling season.” I have often heard old hunters tell of being in the woods, at this season, when so many gobblers could be heard from so many different directions it was quite a problem to decide which one to go for.
IF it’s fishing you want, get Barry to take you up to Devil’s Cañon,” said my teamster one day last summer when I was kicking because there was no fishing in the country. We had been for a month down where the Big Horn River crosses the line between Montana and Wyoming, and I hadn’t seen enough water to wet a fish’s back.
IGNORANCE is a terrible thing; also, ignorance is blessed. Take my own case. For years I camped in utter ignorance of the teepee. And in my ignorance I proclaimed this tent best for cruising; that tent suited to hiking; still another tent just the thing for fixed camps.
A RIFLE is a gun having the barrel grooved on the inside so as to impart a rotary twist to the bullet that is fired upon it, the bullet being fitted tightly enough that the lead is squeezed into the riflings to make a gas-tight joint or seal, and utilize the entire propulsive charge.
THE time of year had come when there was really very little to do on the prairie farms in Manitoba. All the wheat was in the elevators or on its way to the Great Lakes. The people’s bank accounts were in a prosperous state and nearly all the hands had left for other places—lumber camps or their European homes.
THE old dog and I sat drowsing before the open hearth, literally too full for utterance after the despatch of our Thanksgiving menu. FaithfulE and well had he worked the two previous days as we scoured the countryside for birds, but meager enough had been our bag, for the hunting hordes had curried the coveis as with fine-tooth comb till it seemed sheer waste of shoe leather to gun them anywhere within walking distance of the town.
WE HAD fished Baker Stream from the dam to Big Rock before Bill’s feet gave out. “Isn’t it about lunch time?” he suggested plaintively. “Let’s fry a trout or two anyway; and then you fellows go on again. These darned boots have rubbed my heels to the bone.
AS one crosses the threshold of forest in May or June, when animal life seems to be at its high tide, birds singing, squirrels scampering about and all the furred and feathered creatures apparently enjoying a happy and care-free existence; or in the calm, golden period of Indian summer when peace is in the air and all nature appears serene and undisturbed; or in the still, cold days of midwinter, when most animal life has gone into winter quarters and seems safely housed beneath the protecting mantle of the snow—any thought of danger or lurking death for the wild inhabitants of the woods seems unnatural and absurd.
BULLETIN OF THE American Game Protective Association
HOW MUCH DOES A WILD DEER WEIGH?
SPORTSMAN AND FARMER
RABBIT INCREASE AND DISEASE
FORM A SPORTSMEN’S ASSOCIATION
UNIQUE METHOD OF CAPTURING VERMIN
SNOWBIRD ON TOAST
WATERFOWL IN CUBA
R. P. HOLLAND
SEVERAL months ago this Association started an argument in the columns of our service in the different sportsmen’s magazines in connection with the weights of game birds. The sportsmen of the country seemed very much interested, and we received much valuable data.
The New York State Conservation Commission is sending out this card which seems to us to be worthy a place in the Holy Book:
THE REVERSE OF THE CARD
JOHNSTOWN SPORTSMEN SHOW HUGE SUCCESS
If this card is signed with the name and address, and mailed to the Conservation Commission, Albany, New York, the commission will immediately return, postpaid, and without charge, a rose goldfinished pin, which will identify the wearer as a Conservationist of the Empire State.
THIS may be an old trick to many campers, but was new to me and worked so well that I venture to tell others about it. Briefly it is the use of straight sticks, without crotches, for the uprights of the cooking crane. I was camping with a guide in a pine country, where crotches are hard to find, the pine trees, large and small, growing straight to the sky.
THE secret of a reflector baker fire that will brown the top of the biscuits without scorching them underneath lies in the kind of fire you use. Biscuits and corn bread should not take over fifteen minutes to do on both sides. A high, hot, flaming fire of soft wood is required.
MOST campers have their idiosyncrasies, and fire-irons is one of mine. Usually camping with one partner, I do not fancy building a crane, and logs or flat rocks for holding the kettles are not often available. Consequently I have an affinity for grates and irons, and I have tried most of them.
ELIZABETH WOODBRIDGE tells in one of the Jonathan Papers (her two books, Jonathan Papers and More Jonathan Papers, are delightful reading, gems of outdoor literature) about a camping trip without a timepiece. It is an adventure, just being beyond the beck and call of its everlasting tick, tick, tick.
FOR a long time I have been tempted to write an article on the selection of the rifle for American shooting, prompted by the host of inquiries which come to us on this interesting subject. I have only refrained from giving vent to my opinions on the merits of our many weapons through a realization of the fact that I was sure to step on some sensitive sportsman’s toes by so doing.
I received the February issue of FIELD AND STREAM today and noted a query by Mr. Alvin L. Anderson, under heading “Wants a Long Range Twelve,” on page 940. May I impose a few of my deductions on weight of gun, load and length of shells for same, based on our 40 years of experience, a personal acquaintance with Captain A. H. Bogardus and Chevalier Ira Paine, two of Uncle Sam’s best representatives in the latter ’70s and early ’80s, and Captain Jack Brewer, of somewhat later days, and the thousands of shotgun shells of all makes and with all kinds of black and smokeless shotgun powders obtainable, during that time, loaded and used by myself.
I have an Austrian rifle and I would be greatly obliged for some information in regard to calibre, where I can obtain ammunition clips, etc. A little to the rear of the sight are the following markings:
Do you know of any company who make a rifle (single shot or repeater) to shoot the .38 long Colt centre fire or .38 Colt special cartridge. What would be the cost of such a rifle? I have a .44 caliber Remington revolver, with 8-inch octagon barrel.
I OFTEN wonder if the American rifleman is not sometimes chasing the pot of gold at the rainbow’s end; if he is not, in his mad cry for more new cartridges, just a bit like the man who becoming possessed with an inordinate desire for money, sacrificed everything in his search for wealth which led him through faraway lands, and without success, only to learn that untold riches had been discovered in the yard of his old home.
IT is a pleasure to announce that the Savage Arms Corporation is now ready to introduce to the sporting world their latest product, of which there have been so many rumors in the air for the past few months. This is the new .250-3000 bolt-action rifle, which has been looked forward to by so many sportsmen since it had to be abandoned to the exigencies of war.
I find your magazine so interesting that I beg to ask for advice regarding a Telescope Sight. I am using a Remington Slide Action .30 Rifle. My eyes are normal for one of my age, 51. Can a telescope sight be easily fitted to this rifle? Does it make the piece unwieldy or cumbersome?
I have a 20 gauge Winchester pump gun which is chambered for a 2½ inch shell. I had the barrel chambered out for a 2⅝ inch shell, but the action will not handle this length of shell. Would they change this for me at the factory? Or could you tell me where I could get a 20 gr.
Do you consider the Winchester .351 automatic rifle a dependable gun for the Canadian woods? What sights do you recommend for same? Can any other cartridge such as a .35 be used in this rifle by injecting same direct to the chamber? Would a rifle of this size be capable of killing deer, bear or moose with one good shot?
Please answer the following questions by mail concerning the purchase of a 12 gauge, double hammerless shot-gun for brush shooting. What length barrel would you suggest, 26 or 28 inch? What boring would be best for grouse, rabbits? What length of stock would you suggest 13¾ or 14 inch?
I have been a reader of your valuable magazine for about two years, so I am going to take the liberty of asking a few questions. I wish to purchase a shotgun and am undecided whether to get a Winchester repeater or a good standard make double gun.
I wish to ask you a question in regard to carrying a high power rifle in settled districts. I have a Winchester repeating rifle model 1895, 30, Govt. 1906 and would like to know if there is a law against use of this gun or any high power rifle. I have been using the gun on wood-chucks.
Can you tell me if there is any combination of rifle and shotgun now on the market, either side by side or one barrel above the other? Some years ago I saw a three-barreled gun in St. Louis, Mo. Are they still on the market? W. A. CAMPBELL.
Please tell me what you consider the best rifle to use for black bear hunting in Northern Maine. Would like to know make of rifle, style, caliber, etc., so that I will know just about what to get. L. W. PULSIFER. Ans.—In reply to your letter I would say that there isn’t any best rifle for black bear hunting in Maine or elsewhere.
ONLY a keen observer and analyst would ever ferret out some of the simplest facts about clay targets. The writer does not claim to be either; these discoveries were “gleaned from the other fellow” and are passed on to whom they may concern. In shooting doubles, why are better scores made on the first targets than on singles?
"THE legless newsboy and wonder fisherman of the West,” as he is called, .gives to the readers of FIELD AND STREAM a brief account of some of his fishing, adding a few words, which for us who have no such amazing disability as has Mr. Harty, should touch our hearts deeply and inspire us, one and all, with the desire to make light of our own troubles.
A LITTLE thought added to one’s fishing will often pay big dividends. For example, we all know that loud talking in a boat will not disturb fish, but that a knock on a boat’s bottom will. But, not-withstanding this, how many men are careful to avoid striking the boat while fishing, or how many will wear rubbersoled or soft shoes while still-fishing from a boat?
THE season has once more rolled around to “fix-up time.” Time to overhaul your tackle, to dispose of worn-out equipment, and to put in shape such stuff that has seen rough service. Also it is the season in which to contrive new kinks for future try outs.
ANGLERS who may fish in Florida waters in the vicinity of Miami will now be very apt to discover that, not-withstanding the Eighteenth Amendment, life has still some compensations, as this recital of an experience that befell four anglers from there may indicate.
MY companion, fly chucking expert, squatted himself on a rock and pointed over to as likely a stretch of stream as you could find in the whole of North America. “Water just the right depth!” he exclaimed. “Thick beeches hanging well over, like a fat man’s pouch over the tops of his waders.
First—Contest open to all; subscribers and non-subscribers, men, women and children. Second—The fish must be caught with rods and reels as specified, and in legal season. Third—The fish must be weighed on tested scales and measured with a tape measure, length to be taken from end of lower jaw with mouth closed, to tip of tail.
THOSE who have not studied a deep-sea chart will not realize how far the northerly coast of South America runs out to the eastward. A square-rigged vessel cannot hope to make continuous progress to windward. Though we had stood out across the North Atlantic till the Cape Verdes were our nearest land-fall in order to have free passage past this angle of the continent at Cape San Rogue, we drew nearer and nearer to the shoulder of Brazil, holding a course at a little better than right angles to the trade winds.
WHILE my wife and I have caught nearly 200 tarpon in three years’ fishing at Boca Grande, Fla., and we have had many exciting experiences, such as tarpon leaping in our boat, having two fish on at the same time which is no joke, sharks taking fish five feet away from boat and spattering blood all over us, I will never forget, even though I live to he one hundred years old, my experience with the “King of All.”
WILD TURKEY HUNTING IN THE MISSISSIPPI VALLEY SWAMPS
Lucien C. De Hart
THE following narrative — the events of which I have several reliable sportsmen as witnesses,— of its authenticity, was inspired by glancing over an article in the recent issue of FIELD AND STREAM, entitled “Stalking Wild Turkey.” As the stunt described seemed to convey just a slight impression of exclusiveness—that turkey stalking was a most difficult accomplishment, etc., the same would seem open for discussion.
ARE you a sportsman or are you a hunter? There is all the difference in the world, you know. A hunter is a killer, pure and simple, and a sportsman —well, my idea of one is, a man who will give his game a fighting chance. Do you have the same satisfaction in creeping up on an unsuspecting deer, for instance, and killing it at, say, a hundred feet, as when you let it run down the valley for a quarter of a mile and then pot it?
FROM the photograph of the grey-hound, Fighting Force, which won the English Waterloo Cup—the time-honored Blue Riband of the Leash—this year, we will see quite a different dog from those looked upon at our chief bench shows and which more than often get to the very top of the whole gathering, taking away the Cup—generally the president’s prize for the best dog in the show.
After four years the great “Peace” Waterloo Cup was revived at Altear, Liverpool, on February 18-20 last, and was in every respect a most remarkable meeting, crowds coming from far and near; in fact, numerically it was a record meeting. Most of the prominent supporters of coursing were present, including Lord Lonsdale, Lord Sefton, Lord Enniscourt, the Duke of Leeds, Sir Daniel Gooch, Sir R. W. B. Jardine, Lord Tweedmouth, Sir Woodman Burbridge, all nominators, and amongst the smaller fry may be mentioned that veteran dog judge, George Raper, well known on the other side of the pond.
I noticed in a recent number of FIELD AND STREAM your question in regard to the treatment of a beagle dog whose leg has been paralyzed by being struck and as I cured my dog of this same trouble I decided to write to you and tell you how I did it.
AS most sportsmen know, every shooting dog is sometimes not what he is cracked up to be, especially in the shooting season there is often much annoyance because of bird dogs being other than anticipated by the purchaser, and the cause of much loss of time, sport and money.