Bulletin of the American Game Protective Association
DUCKS FOLLOW THE FOOD
SPORTSMEN VERSUS GAME HOGS
QUAIL IN KENTUCKY
A GRIZZLY BEAR SANCTUARY
LIMING UNDESIRABLE FISH
COST OF REARING RINGNECKS
UNIVERSITIES OFFER GAME COURSES
NOVEL USE FOR JUNKED SHIPS AND CARS
AN observer in Minnesota reports some conclusive evidence of the vital necessity of maintaining a food supply in order to have wild ducks. In the western part of that state, in the upper part of the valley of the Minnesota River, are a number of shallow lakes which have always been ideal duck shooting lakes—until recently.
The one sport that combines the thrills of upland shooting with those of wildfowling
POLING a boat through a rice field and shooting mallards may not be the acme of wildfowling in view of such possibilities as whaling into great flocks of canvasback along the Carolina coast and of coaxing the demon redhead into Chesapeake Bay decoys, but it does come under the head of a whacking lot of fun.
THERE is a certain gentleman on the staff of a certain magazine. To avoid using any names, we will call this gentleman Harold McCracken. He has quite a lot to do with this story. In fact, he has quite a lot to do without this story. My first view of Mac was when he stepped from the train at the Seaboard Station in Venice, Florida.
INFORMATION from Washington and from eastern Idaho leads me to think that another effort will be made in the present session of Congress to eliminate from Yellowstone National Park the Bechler River Meadows which, for so long, have been desired by a group of Idaho land holders.
The palm is given to any big-game hunter who kills a ram with a rifle. This man kills them with bow and arrow
THE mountain sheep is considered the most elusive of America’s game. He lives in a rough, hard-to-get-at country and is entitled to first place as a big-game trophy. It is true that some sheep country affords an easier approach to the game than others; yet the hunter is eternally confronted with the problem of escaping the ever scrutinizing telephoto eye of the sheep.
THE scene of the West Point-Annapolis alumni dinner following the 1926 Army-Navy game was resplendent with a colorful gathering of service people and their friends. The formality of military and naval rank was cast aside as war-worn generals and admirals hobnobbed with second louies and ensigns.
Strikes and thrills a-plenty are furnished by the game trout of the Rockies
HARRY H. SHELDON
WHERE the trout leaps up from the silver of the stream” is a quotation that can not be better illustrated than on the snow-waters of the Navajo River, a stream in a wilderness remote from human habitation. A map will show you that it flows through an isolated region along the southern border of Colorado.
Learn how to blow one properly, and you are assured of a full game bag
AN EARLY duck-shooting recollection of mine is of seeing a great many duck calls around but very seldom hearing them blown. Possibly ducks were so plentiful in those days that calls were considered more or less ornamental devices, to be used only in times of abject need, or to furnish sartorial atmosphere “on location.”
A shooting-dog story with the atmosphere of the field trials
ATYPICAL early September day for the prairies of Manitoba was drawing quietly toward its close. In a comparatively few minutes the judges would be ready to render their decisions, which would conclude the Fortieth Annual Field Trials of the old and honored Manitoba Club, whose Prairie Chicken Championship is the highest honor a bird dog can win in the north.
A well-told tale filled with humor and human interest plus the thrills of hunting big game in Indo-China
THE STORY SO FAR
CAPT. JOHN J. ATKINSON
THEY called our Chinese boat the “Hoa-Se”; we called her worse names still. She had no cabins, but we had chartered the whole after deck. After roping this off to keep the curious natives out, we piled our baggage here, put up our camp cots again and made ourselves thoroughly comfortable in our canvas chairs.
Seeing Canada by canoe and catching her fish, to say nothing of getting lost
W. O. STODDARD
AN ELECTRICIAN once told me that the energy contained in a teaspoonful of warm water was sufficient to run a telephone. Maybe so, but that seems like low power to me. I have a wife whose physical energy could be measured that way—just a teaspoonful of moderately warm water.
FASHIONS come, fashions go, and they come back again. Returned, sometimes they show the effects, the changes, due to time and journeying. But although their expression may be somewhat altered, nevertheless they are the same old familiars of long ago.
Into the snow-covered mountains of New Mexico an old hunter of 75 years goes alone and brings out his buck
S. OMAR BARKER
IT SNOWED on November tbe 18th and part of the 19th, stacking up well nigh two feet of heavy white on the hill slopes and cañon bottoms and more than that where the wind whipped it into drifts at the edge of pine ridges. From the ranch-house yard up in the New Mexico Rockies, the Old Timer looked out upon the steep ridges gleaming in the brittle after-the-storm sunshine on the morning of the 20th, and the sight stirred his blood.
PERHAPS it was the cold weather that brought us a visitor. There was a tree directly over our tent, and in the morning—a sharp sunny morning, with the wind where it should be, in the west—we noticed on going out that a peculiar sort of fruit had grown on this tree over night.
TAXIDERMY has truly been spoken of as an art. The actual processes are mechanical. The expression you give the finished mount and the close alliance to its living counterpart constitute art. Taxidermy is good or bad according to the resemblance of the mount to the living subject.
LESTER DAVIS and I were spending our vacations at the head of Tea Lake in Algonquin Park, Ontario. We were thoroughly disgusted with the weather, which had been hot and muggy, with rain nearly every day. This would not have been so bad if there had been any fishing; but here we were in a land of plenty, and they just would not bite.
A Wisconsin wall-eyed pike occupies the stage this month. The fish was a first-prize winner and weighed 13 pounds and 2 ounces
CLOSE TO HOME
THE title of this month's Record Tale is “Close to Home.” That furnishes a thought for anglers. The old saying that distant fields look greener is well known, but sometimes these enticing pastures become so verdant that they blind us to near-by views.
REALLY, you know one should be careful how he uses a lethal weapon. Aside from the discomfort one may cause and the embarrassing moments sure to follow for oneself, it is really a gross breach of etiquette to pot one’s host or one’s guests or, for that matter, the unfortunate bystander who may intercept a carelessly loosed charge.
MR. H. CHOLMONDELEY PENNELL is credited with the invention of the turned-down eyed hook, with a small eye and suitable for flies. Eyed hooks, that is the ordinary form, are ancient; as kids we used them for fishing, to be bought at any country store.
FOR centuries we have been struggling towards a higher plane of existence. We have invented countless devices for contributing to comfort. Most of us, living in a busy age, scarcely ever think of how really efficient and sufficient our every day lives have become.
THE fourth annual meeting of the English Springer-Spaniel Field Trial Association was held on Fishers Island, N. Y., on October 19, 20, 21, 1927. Also the annual specialty show. The trials took place under the Association's own rules, while the bench show was conducted under A. K. C. regulations.
LAST month we discussed the acquisition of the puppy, the benefits of getting a good one and the importance of registration, pointing out also that those having field trial aspirations should secure a puppy whelped after January 1st, in order to fall within the period that makes the best age for a coming Derby.