TRIALS innumerable have befallen the early cycling tourists who attempted to cross the deserts and mountains of the far west in their efforts to reach San Francisco by wheel. Tom Stevens, the first man to accomplish the feat in the early 80s on a Columbia expert, met with obstacles that ordinarily would discourage the bravest men.
IT WAS while I was hunting deer and wild turkeys last December, down in Grant County, West Virginia, that I came across this story, which is a true one. We had gone thirty miles from any railroad station or postoffice, and after feeding the horses and securing them to some small trees, we took the guns and hounds and went cautiously into the dense forest.
MORNING dawned as beautifully as a June morning could as we left the busy city, with its noise and strife, for a ten days’ outing among the redwoods. We carried all provisions and bedding with us, thus making quite a load for our team; still we journeyed on, enjoying the scenery and the fragrant mountain air.
ARNS being in order, Peters removed his pipe from his mouth and squinted quizzically at the ceiling. This was a signal for Jones, Bliffkins and the rest to hitch their chairs more or less more or less hastily toward that of Peters. “Talkin’ erbout windstorms an’ all thet,” he said and chuckled to himself, “I’ve seen some purty tollable hefty ones myself.
I have come out here a-fishin’ ’Ginst the wishes of the wife And in rankest disobedience To the words o’ Preacher Leiff. E’en the wickedest o’ sinners, Daniel Collins, so they say. Never desecrates the Sabbath In so heathenish a way. But I tell ye, boys, it’s hard to Keep away from fish and stream, When a feller’s once got used to The eletrifyin’ gleam Of the fast and furious fighters That inhabit eddies deep— And that is just the reason Why this Sabbath I can’t keep.
WE WERE on a hunting trip in the vicinityof Long’s Peak, Colo., in ’81, I being at that time but 18 years old and a tenderfoot of the rawest variety. We were camped near a ranch which I believe yet stands midway between Estes Park and the summit of Long’s Peak, and were having the finest trout fishing I ever enjoyed.
IN THE summer of ’98 we were camped in Yellowstone National Park a mile above the famous Yellowstone Falls — a portion of the park which is noted for the number and size of the bears which infest the camps and make free use of the commissary supplies thereof.
The hoary mountains seem gray and cold At timber line. And their wrinkled faces are worn and old At timber line. Their aged temples are wan and bare ’Neath their silvery shock of aspen hair, And Time has set his seal everywhere At timber line. The lordly elk in contentment roves At timber line.
ENOUGH it was for me, too, simply to be sitting here among the tall, dry sweet scented grasses and flowers on the hillside near the wonderful hot springs whose waters make mu sic as they came boiling and bubbling from their parent rocks on the mountain side and ripple down over, the granite slope to unite in a stream which, as I look down, I can see meandering under the bridge in the road to flow into the beautiful Grand River beyond.
The poor taste, or, rather, lack of taste, displayed by the average amateur in mounting photographs is deplorable. The painter studies the effect of the frame for his work quite as much as the painting itself, and endeavoring to heighten the effect by a judicious selection.
In making the last monthly’ competition of the year “Miscellaneous,” the management of this department fully’ realized the difficulties attendant in judging a competition of such nature, but decided so to do in order to afford our readers an opportunity for entering such prints as they’ deemed the best representations of their year’s work.
The annual print exhibition of this well known society will be held at the rooms of the club, 329 Sixteenth street, Denver, December 10th to 19th. The directorate and members of the club are sparing neither time norexpense in their endeavors to make the exhibition a huge success.
Another philosopher has divided the whole of the human dots on this globe of ours into two classes—wise men and fools—and if I classify them into those who don’t photograph and those who do, it’ll come to about the same thing. Of course, I am not going to say which are the wise men—those who don’t photograph or those who do; but if I point out that with the yearly increase in the number of men who have pyro stains on the finger-nails there is a similar decrease in the number of tame Solomons, or Solomen, or however you like to spell it, then I shall be conveying a delicate hint without hurting the feelings of the most susceptible or causing the blush of shame to mantle,in the slightest degree, the face of youth—and that’s the way the Editor likes to run this paper!
Competitors may send in as many’ exhibits for each competition as they’ see fit, but each exhibit must have firmly attached to it a coupon cut from this magazine, showing the date and subject of the competition for which it is intended. The February coupon may’ be found on last reading page of this issue.
The advent of magnesium powder and other compounds has made instantaneous exposures possible without the use of daylight as an illuminant. The possibilities of photography by this means have been but little understood by the average amateur, judging from results displayed by the exultant tyro.
The chill discomforts of winter have been so thoroughly exploited in song and story that it seems almost a heresy to write approvingly of the soft fleece now enmantling mountain and foothill, and yet that immaculate velvet is the kindliest covering ever spread out over the plump bosom of old Mother Earth.
The annual Indian scare in Colorado has come and gone, and although the whites have kicked up a little dust and smoke over the affair, yet the Indians have come into the hunting grounds, killed off as much game as they wanted and departed again with their belt straps tight, their ponies well loaded with venison, and a smile of satisfaction enmantling their bronze countenances.
As announced in last month’s number, Outdoor Life, will issue a handsome holiday number about December 20th. While no pains will be spared to surpass last year’s effort, yet no additional charge will be made for extra copies, as was done last year, the same price obtaining throughout the year, 10 cents per copy.
Came a man of tenderfeet To the West, his soul all burning Till his hair curled from the heat Of a fiery inward yearning, An unquenchable desire That he did not try to stifle That he soon might scatter dire Old disaster with his rifle ’Mong the lions, deer and bear In the mountains over there.
Advice comes from Laramie, Wyoming, to the effect that David Dose, an employe on the Empire ranch, was sent up to timber on the head of Seven-Mile creek, about thirty miles from town, and on reaching the foothills at the edge of the timber he came upon a magnificent blacktail deer which was surrounded by a pack of yelping, snapping coyotes, half a dozen in number, which had surrounded the poor creature and were snapping and biting at its legs.
Apparently the farmers of Nebraska appreciate that quail and prairie chickens are important elements in ridding them of pestivorous insects. The following is one of several notices of a like nature issued by Nebraska farmers : Culbertson, Neb., Nov. 10th.
Within the past few years, since the big game has become scarce in many parts of the west, and since the taking out of hunting parties has become a recognized vocation among the natives of these wild regions, there has arisen a decided change in the sentiment of the better class of residents in localities where there is still some elk and dear and bear left.
We present herewith a peculiar specimen of bird that will undoubtedly interest naturalists. It is an albino woodpecker (“Calaptes Mexicanus”), in the East called yellow-shafted woodpecker or Mexican flicker. This specimen was killed near Fort Collins, Colorado, by a young man who evidently was unaware of its rarity, for he sold it to Judge Bailey of the above place for a nominal sum.
Wyoming has made greater strides during the past year in the direction of game protection than in any year in the history of that state. Although there are many absurd provisions in the Wyoming game law, such as the one requiring that all guides must be registered game wardens, yet it cannot be gainsaid that the last law as a whole, coupled with the praiseworthy efforts of the state game warden and some of his deputies, has worked to the advantage of the game.
The following is taken from the Laramie (Wyo.) Republican: “Mr. Neal Matheson arrived in Laramie last evening and it was noticed that his face was scratched and bruised up and his lips cut, and when his friends inquired he modestly said he had a little scrap with a bear, and on being induced to relate the story said that he was out with E. B. Holmes, a prominent resident of Boston, who for twelve years has taken a hunt in the West, and while he was going through a low, dense growth of brush, followed by Mr. Holmes, they suddenly came upon a big cinnamon bear not ten feet away.
Tacoma, Wash., Nov. 1—I have just returned from a month’s hunting and fishing trip near the Olympic mountains. Succeeded in getting one of the largest buck deer I ever saw or heard of, but he had a poor set of antlers. He was an old fellow and weighed well on to 300 pounds (had no scales, though, to weigh him).
Captain S. H. Standart. the well-known Colorado sportsman, now residing at Pine P. O., has made public the following letter, which he has received from Forest Ranger W. W. Hooper of the South Platte (Colo.) Forest Reserve: “As it may interest you to know something about the game in the South Platte reserve, I will report my knowledge of it in my district.
Salem. Ore., October 31.—Up to this year the China pheasants have been allowed to be sold in the market, and last year, any Monday or Tuesday of each week after the market season was open, you could go to the market houses in Portland and find the pheasants piled up by the cord in front of their places of business.
Fishing here in the Sound is now on in great shape, and hundreds of people gathered on the wharf last Sunday watching fishermen hauling in members of the finny tribe by the hundred. I enclose you a letter from a gentleman friend who wants to subscribe for a good Western sportsman's publication.
The unusual severity and length of the fall storm, which commenced on the 9th and lasted for almost two weeks, caught many of the thousands of migratory waterfowl that had just commenced their journey to southern climes, and sent them whirling down for shelter in all the sloughs and streams in Montana in unusually large numbers.
While the recent lion hunt at Rifle, Colorado, was somewhat of a failure, yet all accounts agree that as a deer-slaughtering affair it was an immense success. At the meeting of stockmen held at Yuma. Colo., on November 9th it was decided to pay a bounty of $10 each for gray wolf scalps.
Can you inform me, through your valuable columns, what is the fastest time ever made and recognized as record on an ordinary bicycle for one mile? I have made a wager that W. A. Rowe holds the record in 2:29 2-5. C. F. STINEHAUEK. Omaha, Neb. Answer—You are wrong, as the fastest time on an ordinary bicycle was made by Willie Windle, his time being 2:25.
Mr. O. S. Brinker, in the November number of Outdoor Life, says he appreciates “the great necessity of preserving our game,” and recommends “a vigilant prosecution of the game butcher.” Further he informs your readers that he, in company with two companions, one of them a lady, killed one morning on Williams’ Fork eighty trout, all natives, ranging in weight from three-quarters of a pound to two pounds.
The Olympic Gun Club held its annual election for directors last evening, resulting in a win for the ticket put up by the nominating committee. That ticket consisted of the following well known sportsmen: Merton C. Allen. Robert H. Delafield, J. Homer Fritch, L. W. Harpham, Herbert Kullman, William A. Marshall. W. D. McArthur, Achille Roos and Fred B. Surryhne.
The Golden Gate Rifle and Pistol Club held its regular semi-monthly shoot to-day. The air was very clear, but the light was very changeable, with not much wind. But, taken all together, atmosphereic conditions were favorable for good scores.
I have just returned with a camping party from Webber Lake, where we spent six weeks. While we had an elegant time, yet the trip should be made earlier in order to enjoy good sport with the gun and rod. I found it impossible to make any great killing.
One of the most important gatherings of sportsmen who are anxious to see fish and game in California protected was held on Friday evening in San Jose, under the auspices of the Santa. Clara Fish and Game Protective Association. It was decided to hold a convention in San Francisco in the near future, at which every county in the state will be asked to send delegates.
The fifth annual tournament of the Washington State Sportsman’s Association began on the 19th inst. at the grounds of the Tacoma Rod and Gun Club, continuing the 20th and 21st also. The features of the first day’s shooting was the fine showing of the two Tacoma teams in the team shoot against Seattle and Spokane, and the shooting of Caesar, Stevens, Wood, Ware, Denham, Rowe and Norton.
Quite a thunderbolt rumbled over the western field on Nov. 12, when the news of C. C. Ford’s remarkable scores were flashed out from Denver. Mr. Ford is a member of the Denver Rifle Club and a regular participant in the weekly shoots. When he went to the range on the day in question it was remarked that "it was a fine day for records," but no such surprise as Mr. Ford precipitated was expected.
A number of the enthusiasts of our town met recently and organized a gun club, which was christened the Outdoor Life Gun Club, in honor of your highly interesting and ininstructive magazine. The following officers were elected: H. A. Hubbard, president; M. L. Lawrence, vice president; Geo. Burt, secretary-treasurer; J. F. Alexander and J. P. Higgins, directors.
Twelve consecutive shots, strictly off-hand, 75-foot range, made by Mr. J. H. Williams, Saguache, Colo., using Peters .22 short cartridges, loaded with King’s Semi-Smokeless powder, in a Stevens Favorite rifle. Mr. Williams has no aspirations for championship honors, as he is a hardware merchant of the firm of Lawrence & Williams, but he is very fond of rifle shooting, and has made some truly remarkable scores with these goods.
Following are the scores shot by the Silver Plume Rifle Club during the past month: October 22—We shot this day on an 8-inch ring (black), but the members did not like it as well as the 11-inch ring. Weather fine: November 5--The following constitute all scores shot on the range on this day, so there were no picking of scores:
For Winchester Schuetzen Rifle donated by the Winchester Repeating Arms Co. Made by Denver Rifle Club on November 12, 1899. We hereby certify to the correctness of the above competitive score, made under conditions imposed by OUTDOOR LIFE for its team competition for Winchester Schuetzen Rifle.
The immense grand stand of the Denver Wheel Club at the club's grounds was destroyed by fire on the night of Nov. 15. It was valued at $7,000. The new sporting goods catalogue of the Lee-Clark-Andreesen Co. of Omaha has just been issued, and is a particularly striking and interesting affair.
The Hart Bros. Sewing Machine Co. of Denver are prepared to make a big bid for cycle business the coming year, having closed arrangements whereby they take the agency for the Monarch line of wheels in all the states west of the eastern boundary of Colorado, including the Pacific coast.
It is not generally known that Denver contains an establishment especially fitted up for developing, enlarging and printing for amateur photographers. It was only two years ago, while employed by Chas. Nast. the local photographer. that E. C. Hunter conceived the plan of establishing such a business.