EVER since Square Circle was a youngster in knee breeches there has been a feeling on the part of its members and its sponsors that the ultimate goal of the movement is a closely knit, county-wide organization composed of community and county clubs —a sort of sportsmen's cooperative on a national scale, designed to get big things done in a big way.
WE have seen some unusual fish in our time, but when a fellow wrote in and told us that he was catching trout without any dorsal fins, it was time to sit up and take notice. The obliging fisherman, Mark R. Code of Vernal, Utah, sent us the accompanying photograph showing two cut-throat or black-spotted trout, Salmo lewisi, with no fins on their backs.
MR. JOHN PUBLIC is going to have the conservation issue put squarely in his lap next March, and be given, for the first time, a definite opportunity to help along a program that has too long been ear-marked as a special responsibility of the nation’s sportsmen alone.
Grouse were everywhere in that New England cover—and in a year of scarcity!
BURTON L. SPILLER
THE Four Mile Pasture is a paradise for grouse. It is approximately a mile in width, and its length is indicated by its name. It lies between two mountain ridges which lack but little of achieving a true perpendicular. In theory, it is a valley, but in effect it is a plateau, for it is high country and except for the towering walls which flank its length would in itself be a mountain-top.
There ain't nothin' lower than a man who'd steal a dog—specially a dog like Old Dick
JOE W. SAVAGE
YOU remember Dick. He was that Llewellin setter I got down in Tennessee last fall. Of course, he wasn't any world-beater, but he found birds and he held them as well as most dogs. The only trouble with Dick was that he was wild as a jimson-weed. You couldn’t keep that cuss in a bank vault.
THE duck flight is apparently satisfactory, and the regulations under which we are permitted to hunt are apparently just as unsatisfactory as they ever were. I reach these conclusions after reading the many letters from duck hunters that have crossed my desk to date.
Alan thought catching big tuna was no fun—just a back-breaking tug of war. Read this fact narrative and see what you think of this type of salt-water angling
ALAN wanted a blue marlin. Nothing else would do. While fishing at Bimini with us for a couple of weeks during the early winter he had whipped several white marlin. The morning we released one estimated at better than a hundred pounds, he was a very satisfied angler.
SINCE Federal regulations have barred the use of live decoys, many wildfowlers who formerly obtained limit bags over such outlays have found duck hunting a different story when forced to use a stool of artificial decoys. Wildfowling is a scientific art when one creates his own sport out of his knowledge of the game and a cleverly arranged stool.
High spots from the life of one of America's most experienced sportsmen
Part II-ROSEWOOD AND MAHOGANY
C0L. FRANK H. MAYER
ON the lip of the seething bowl of the Calderon de Infierno (Kettle of Hell) my guide threw down his pack and looked at me imploringly. His legs, though jungle-calloused into semi-horniness, were cracked and bleeding, and on his squat black forehead where the pack-strap had chafed almost to the bone was a pinkish ooze.
An informative article on the mountain sheep of the Southwest
SHEEP grow scarcer in the South-west. The taking of a bighorn increases in importance, and all hardened Southwestern hunters prize their big ram heads above all other trophies. And they value them rightly. Sheep are now rare. A legally taken head means a long and often expensive trip into Mexico.
Bring them up to love hunting and fishing and the out-of-doors, and they will turn out to be clean, upstanding citizens. What greater thrill could a parent have?
SOONER or later, in the life of every duck hunter who happens to be the father of boys, the inevitable question, "How about it, Dad? Taking us along?" must be answered. To say "yes" establishes a precedent which can never again be set aside lightly and one which holds infinite potentialities for all concerned.
At last our Government is going to use sportsmen's tax money for sportsmen
IRA DUNN is the sort of farmer that pheasant hunters dream about. He likes to hunt, he is generous and lets other good citizens through his fences, and he has the interest of a farsighted agriculturalist in game supplies. So when Ira suggested to the Gun Club that his wood-lot could use some more evergreens to shelter the ringnecks in periods of winter storms, the lads lost no time in supplementing the strips of alfalfa and rows of corn that he left standing and the cat-tail marsh on his back forty with another item that the gaudy birds seem to need.
Taking smallmouths in fast water is a he-man's sport
BY some accident of the Great Spirit, two of the finest fishing streams in the country were born within a half mile of each other in Douglas County, Wisconsin. One is the Brule—sixty-six miles of trout water known from coast to coast. The other is the St.
Just how keen is your sense of smell? Can you scent different species of game?
PAUL W. GARTNER
WE were leisurely back-packing along an old logging road in the Canadian northwest. All about us was dense second-growth timber save for the wedge of blue sky above the trail. Suddenly I touched the arm of my companion. “Smell that deer?” I inquired in a whisper.
We remember the good shots and forget the bad ones
HAMILTON M. LAING
ALL of us are prone to remember the days afield when everything came our way and we could not miss, and to shove into oblivion as quickly and painlessly as possible those other different days. It is so easy to remember the good shots—so hard to dwell on the other kind.
Crow shooting de luxe, where the main difficulty is having shells enough, for you can shoot all you can carry
DONALD M. COLE
WHEREVER hunters foregather stories are told of the good old days. Days when a fellow could go out and shoot his ammunition or himself to exhaustion. Days when birds were in such abundance that the hunter could pick his shots and with a light heart let doubtful ones pass, and still take scores and scores of birds.
There's probably a prize-winning brown trout in your pet stream
JUST when the brown trout started globe-trotting I do not know, but by now he seems to have done a pretty fair job of visiting the trout waters of the world. When man came along, the brown trout was the native trout of Europe, just as fontinalis was the native and only species found in the eastern United States.
I CONFESS I am sort of dumb on handgun shooting in general. In fact I am so dumb that I think I know a great deal about the subject-and upon occasion (as herewith) openly and publicly admit the breadth and depth of a knowledge gained from quite a number of years of pleasurable experience with the one-hand gun.
A LITTLE over ten years ago, when this editor first started shooting skeet, if anyone had asked the question: What's the best gun for skeet? most of us would have thought it was sort of a dumb question. Skeet in those days was primarily and altogether "a gun game for the game gun."
LET us take it for granted that the tyro fly fisherman has purchased a well-chosen fly rod; has fitted it with a suitable line, one that will bring out its full capabilities, and has further fitted it with a reel, suitable to the work to be done.
IN 1935, Bermuda took her rightful place beside the many other British possessions that are famous for their salt-water fishing. Boasting various other attractions in the field of sports, it was not surprising that visitors to this charming island in previous years had overlooked some of the best salt-water fishing—particularly for two grand species of fish—in the Atlantic.
"LISSEN !" said the Wise Guy—with emphasis. "When you make a boat fast enough to be real fun, I'll get one. Not before." "How fast?" I asked, sorry I had joined conversation with a speed maniac. "Oh, I'd want a boat to cruise at about 50 miles an hour, and have a top of, say, 60."
"IT isn't so late at that," said Al. "George, you stay here and watch that goat with the glasses while I drive back to camp for my rifle." Shooing the women and Roberta into the car, Al was soon out of sight down the canyon, while I sat by the roadside and watched the goat through the glasses.
LET US start at the beginning and consider the selection of snowshoes. To experienced hunters and woodsmen everywhere, the first falling flakes of snow are a welcome invitation from Jack Frost to visit his domain. This means a trip to the sporting goods store and the selection of a proper pair of webs.
This department, which appears each month, is devoted to all interesting questions concerning natural history, wildlife and outdoor lore. Read it regularly and add to your knowledge.
ANS: Otters ordinarily have dens along the bank, entrances to which are below ice. In winter, too, otters make air holes through quite thick ice, just as seals do. However, Manly Hardy says : “As their noses (otters’) are formed so as to shut air-tight, they can swim across large ponds under the ice, just as beavers or muskrats do, by putting their noses against the ice and blowing out a bubble, which looks like that on a spirit level, and renewing their breath by drawing it in again.
How to take better photographs when you are hunting, fishing and camping
JOHN C. TREDWELL
ANS. Yes. A portrait attachment can be used for this purpose. This is a small single lens Which is slipped over the camera lens and shortens its focal length. These front lenses are made for practically all well-known lenses. The reason you cannot work any closer with your camera is because the bellows will not extend far enough.
Dogs vary as greatly as thumb prints, so you must consider the individuals
ACCIDENTAL CURE FOR BIRD SHYNESS
WHIPPING A CAUSE— NOT A CURE
SUGGESTION TO RESTRICT RANGE
SPEEDS OF GREYHOUNDS AND FALCONS
BANCHORY NIGHT LIGHT WINS RETRIEVER CUP
GOLDDIGGER LEADS FOR CHALLENGE CUP
DOGS OF LONG AGO
CHUKAR PARTRIDGES AT FIELD TRIALS
DON'T PULL YOUR DOG'S EARS
THE DOG WHISTLE
A Service to Our Readers
BY now most of our readers—especially those who have written me— know that in selecting a bird dog it is my conviction that the important thing to look for is the individual dog himself. So often questions ask for an opinion as between a pointer and a setter.