AN incident of peculiar interest, and one that was embellished with some pretty realistic “stage-settings,” occured during my recent trip the past fall to the Bitter Root Mountains, Idaho, in company with D. L. Mechling, A. B. Daniels and Dr. Rivers, all of Denver.
THE ABOVE title is always looked upon as one pertaining to something of doubtful veracity, but the kodaks seldom tell untruths. To an experienced fisherman, it is almost as exciting to see a person catch their first muskallonge as it is to catch one themselves.
Twas dawn; above the towering peak a faint pink blush appeared; The pale moon ceased its vigil, and Night’s twinkling torches died: The wandering gray wolf sought his lair and stopped his howling weird; Through stately pine and fragrant fir the plaintive zephyr sighed.
IN the month of October, 1874, a party of five of us were driva bunch of cattle down the South Platte from near Denver to put them on new range about one hundred and fifty miles down the river, and as there was yet quite a sprinkle of buffalo in that vicinity we expected to have some sport in the shape of a little buffalo hunt after disposing of the cattle, as well as to take some buffalo meat home with us for winter use.
ONE summer several years ago I was camped with my fami1y on “Bear Creek” in Northern Idaho. Doubtless the name of the stream was once appropriate enough. It was still calculated to disturb the timid camper but the fears of our party were removed when we saw we were in the midst of a long-settled community, and the largest game in the region was the pine squirrel.
THE average magazine article upon the game birds of the United States is written by the ultra scientific and is largely made up of dry-as-dust scientific nomenclature that is of very little practical value to the average sportsmen who can only seize his gun and rush away to the game fields for a few days each season.
FISHES FOUND IN THE PACIFIC COAST AND OTHER WATERS.
THE MIGHTY hymn surged up in rounded waves of sound; it rolled and re-echoed from nave to chancel. The whole church trembled and thrilled as with the voice of angels. The storm song swept out into the street: “Day of wrath, that day all-dreaded.
I HAVE read of flights of wildfowl through the Dakotas, of the great salt-marshes in Utah, of the Hackensack meadows, and of the countless numbers of ducks along the Mississippi valley. They all sound good to me, and sometimes I envy the residents of those districts the sport they have had in seasons past.
“Gentlemen,” said Blakely, “I rise to a point of order.” “Don’t do it,” warned Smith. “That will necessitate taking your seat later on, which means a retrogression to your original plane and a consequent useless expenditure of energy. Only a moment ago you told us you were tired.”
A toast to the comrade of all of my rambles, A comrade so faithful, in woe and in weal; Who helps me to rid my life’s road of its troubles, Bears me and my burdens on shoulders of steel! Through sunshine and shadow together we’ve wandered, O’er hill or down dale, as I happened to feel; Those dear, outing days would indeed have been squandered And empty without you, old ’96 wheel.
PESSIMISTS even declared that there was a good lead somewhere on the head of Toponas Creek—that was a moral certainty. That no one of the two score prospectors intermittingly washing out a temporary grub stake on the lean placers in Toponas’changeable channel bed had ever had the good fortune to discover its precise location was as patently a fact, although the encouraging “float” was tantalizingly plentiful in the alluvium that half filled the narrow canon which confined its turbulent flood.
Yes, Jim's back f’um collige now an’ feelin’ right tu hum— I tell ye w’at thet boy don’t know aint wuth a sight, by gum; W’y, he kin name th’ presidents in order f’um th’ fust Or take a hunk o’ dynamite an’ dissect it inter dust. Why, jest th’ other evenin’, Jim wuz tellin' how he’d found A bran new constellation in a bran new piece of ground— An' spellin?
COMING across the picture shown in this article reminded me of a fishing episode that I played second part in several years ago on a beautiful little stream in Iowa. Many lovers of field and stream remember the big days in their shooting and fishing outings, on account of the big bags connected therewith.
Most amateurs are in the habit of putting their cameras away when cold weather approaches, but there is no need for this as the winter season affords many opportunities for picture making. The late afternoon sun following aslant through the sleeping woods, the glistening coating of ice with which the trees are sometimes ornamented when a sharp frost follows a snowfall or rain, the desolated road way cut up by multifarious wagon-ruts, some isolated snow bound farmstead, or a lonely tree stretching its bare limbs toward heaven, all of these are picturesque and worth the “taking” if the amateur can surmount the difficulties that stand in the way of getting them.
Perhaps one of the most perplexing things an amateur photographer has to deal with is the proper timing of his exposures. There are plenty of exposure tables published and sold to assist in this difficult work, but none of them obviate the difficulty arising from the fact that the individual judgment must come into play in order to properly use them.
The amateur using a dry plate costing 5 cents or upwards each, will, in order to economize, undertake to save his pyro developer and develop two or three negatives in it. The result is that he spoils 25 cents’ worth of plates in order to save a cent's worth of developer.
Photography from the air may be affected in two ways; by means of kites and by means of balloons, writes F. R. Fraprie in Photo Era. Kite photography, although it has been successfully practiced by several experimenters, is for several reasons not likely to become very common.
A recent invention attracting much attention among the craft is a photographic developing apparatus which does away with the necessity of a dark room altogether. It is a covered wooden box about eighteen inches long, seven and one-half inches wide, and three and one-half inches deep, divided by a partition into two parts.
The list of subjects in our monthly competitions for 1901, up to and including the month of June, is as follows: February—Snow Pictures. March—Interiors. April—Landscape with Figures. May—Night Scenes (not flashlights). June—Architecture.
The following is an epitome of the deliberations reached at the sportsmen’s convention, held in Denver on Dec. 28-29, 1900. We have separated the list in two parts, one which we consider embodying wise and just legislation, and the other containing measures that should have been amended before submitting them to the State Assembly.
As will be seen by referring to our advertising pages, the Seventh Annual Sportsmen’s Show of the National Sportsmen’s Association will be held this year in New York, as usual, at Madison Square Garden on March 2-16. This show will undoubtedly eclipse anything of the kind heretofore attempted in this country, and is deserving the support of the Western business public it already has that of the East.
Commencing with this number Outdoor Life jumps out of the old rut of 100-page magazines, facing our readers with 116 pages of live, up-to-date matter. This is within sixteen pages of the size of our big Holiday number, which was pronounced the best issue of a sportsman’s magazine ever published in this country.
Many sportsmen wonder what kind of a bird the quail of Arizona is. As it takes a special trip to become acquainted with it, very few know anything about it. It is very comon in Arizona and Sonora, and is distinctly a desert bird. Although it will live around the alfalfa fields and breed in the vineyard after those things are planted, its home is in the desert.
Dr. Heber Bishop, of Boston, Mass., a subscriber of Outdoor Life, had a most exciting yet enjoyable moose hunt on the Canaan River and lake stream in New Brunswick last September, anent which he writes as follows: “Saturday evening, the 22d, a bull was heard approaching in answer to the calls, whose deep-toned challenge and hoarse grunts proved his large size and boldness.
Now the Rocky mountain lions lie in wait, And they're roaring in their rage from dawn till late, For they’ve heard that Nimrod “Teddy" With his rifle true and steady, Will puncture all their pelts as sure as fate. Oh, the governor knows what a lion is!
A year ago, in order to get a concensus of opinion from the active sportsmen of Colorado, nine-tenths of whom, it can conservatively be estimated, are subscribers to or readers of Outdoor Life, we began the publication of a coupon page entitled “For a Sensible Game Law,” in which questions were asked on the different questions involving needed changes in the game laws of our state.
The editor of the Los Angeles Express has delved into the old “shooting preserve” bugaboo, and deeply, too, if we may judge by the conclusions reached in the following sentiments voiced by him in his paper: "Practically all the duck shooting in the southern end of this state is preserved by gun clubs.
The practical results of Game Commissioner Johnson’s war upon the men who entered Colorado from Utah to slaughter deer in the western part of the state is now evident. The game warden has turned into the state treasury the results of the sale of the deer taken from the marauders.
The killing of a pet deer by citizens of Montague, Siskiyou county, Cal., brings up the question of the owner’s rights in the premises. The deer was the property of Thomas Prather, president of the Union National bank of Oakland. It was a pet and was allowed to roam over the country home of the Oakland banker, until he outgrew his playfulness and proceeded to drive everyone off the land.
As we go to press Vice-President-Eleet Roosevelt and Philip Stewart, under the espionage of John B. Goff of Meeker, are riding the snow ridges of Rio Blanco county, Colorado, in quest of the elusive lion. That they will be successful in bringing to bay the requisite number of these animals to insure success to their hunt goes without saying, for Mr. Roosevelt himself is an accomplished shot and experienced hunter, while John B. Goff, the guide, is the best man for the work in the West, and has a prize pack of dogs to assist.
C. E. Kelley of El Paso, Texas, in company with J. H. Boone and George Gaither, spent their vacation last December on a hunting trip to Lower California. They had a thrilling experience during a 250-mile sail boat ride down the Colorado river, of which Mr. Kelley has the following to say: “We came to one of the numerous cutoffs in the Colorado, and our Indian saying it was a shorter route than following the channel of the main river, turned our craft into it.
Since the publication of an editorial in Outdoor Life a few months since, advocating a National Game Preserve for Colorado, to be run under strict Federal rules and on the order of the restrictions obtaining in the Yellowstone National Park, there has been quite a little discussion in the Western papers and among Western sportsmen over this important subject.
Utah seems to be suffering from the rabbit pest in a similar manner to that which Colorado is afflicted, for we notice that during the past month rabbit hunts have been inaugurated and conducted in that state. A brace of hunters recently returned to their home in McPherson, Kan., after a three weeks’ trapping expedition and this is what, their hunting “trousseau” contained: One coon, seven skunks, eight minks, fifty possums, six musk rats, one crow and enough fish to last them a week.
BENCH SHOWS. Westminster Kennel Club’s twenty-fifth annual show, New York, February 19, 20, 21 and 22. James Mortimer, secretary-superintendent. Duquesne Kennel Club’s show, Pittsburg, Pa., March 6, 7, 8 and 9. F. S. Steelman, secretary.
Alfred Vanderbilt’s financee, Miss Elsie French, has a mother who has more confidence in the faithfulness of the English mastiff than in policemen. She leased a vault at the Aquidneck Bank at Newport, R. I., for the reception and safe custody of her daughter’s wedding presents, but there were valuables at the house that had to be guarded.
Mr. J. B. Stoddard, who went to California to take charge of Verona Kennels’ dogs, is now located at Pala, San Diego county, Cal., where he has an ideal training ground. Mr. C. F. Horne of Mankato, Kan., secretary of the Central Coursing club, announces that the club contemplates holding a good meet on April 16, 17 and 18.
Some of the Swiss rifle clubs are rich and well supported and have funds invested, and the ranges, with their pavilions, rows of disappearing targets, electric bells, telephones, and all modern improvements and appliances, leave nothing to the most fastidious to desire, says a writer in the “Nineteen Century.”
A meting of the Salt Lake City Gun club was held at the Western Arms & Sporting Goods Co.’s store on the evening of January 5, for the installation of officers and transaction of general business. The following officers were installed: John Sharp, president; William M. Bradley, vice president; Edgar S. Hills, treasurer; J. F. Sharp, secretary; Cal Callison, captain, and J. D. Kendall, Cal Callison and J. F. Sharp executive committee.
The thirteenth tournament of the Colorado State Fish, Game and Protective association, will be held at Colorado Springs, February 22 and 23, under the auspices of the Colorado Springs Gun club. Five thousand dollars in cash will be added, besides merchandise prizes, some of which will be very valuable.
Tod Sloan, the famous jockey, captained a team of trap shooters who recently competed for the dinners at the Ingleside grounds, San Francisco. Before the shoot Sloan unbosomed himself to a reporter of the San Francisco Bulletin, anent an interesting story at the expense of Crit Robinson, a shooter well known, in San Francisco.
There was patented by Lewis L. Hepburn of New Haven, Conn., on Nov. 29, 1900, a new safety locking device released by recoil. The chief object of the invention is to provide a supplemental safety locking device which will prevent accidents resulting from the premature unlocking or opening of the breech in case the cartridge “hangs fire.”
At last the shooters of America are given a trap-shooters’ guide, which is authentic, and which they can secure free by writing to the advertising department of the Winchester Repeating Arms Co., New Haven. Conn. It is a 40-page pamphlet, gotten up in a highly artistic manner, and unlike many such books, is given over almost entirely to pointers for trap-shooters, such as the loads of the big cracks in the shooting world, the various systems for dividing purses of the Inter-State association, the American authority on the subject at tournaments, and lastly the trap-shooting rules.
Acording to the Cologne Gazette, no great haste is being shown in respect to re-arming the German infantry with the new rifle, pattern 1898. which is an improved design on that brought out in 1888. The existing type has been in use for about ten years, having been manufactured from 1889 to 1892 in the government workshops at Spardau, Danzig, Erfurt and Ambreg, Bavaria, and by Messrs.
One of the biggest feathers in the cap of John W. Garrett of Colorado Springs, which he has received in a long time, was the winning of the Spalding trophy at Colorado Springs on January 11, from a field of shooters comprising A. B. Daniels, R. A. Creek, W. W. Shemwell, A. L. Bennett and Mr. Arnold.
Experiments have recently been carried out at Rosersberg, in Sweden, says "Arms and Explosives,” with a new automatic rifle, invented by Lieutenant Friberg, which is said by qualified experts to possess all the qualities that could be desired, especially with regard to practical use and simplicity of construction.
Quite a sensation was created during the past month in Denver by passersby noticing a couple of full-grown mountain lions hanging from meat hooks in front of the taxidermist store of Rudolf Borcherdt & Son, at 1416 Fifteenth street. The mere sight of the mountain lions was not the cause of the big stir, as that is something not uncommon in the West, but it happened that a few days previous to the appearance of the lion display the papers were aflame with glaring headlines telling of the killing of two monster lions by Colonel Roosevelt.
John M. Connolly and Arthur Batchelder 01 Boston, returned recently from a long visit to the cattle ranges of Rio Blanco and Routt counties, Colorado. They brought back a large bear hide and have the following to say regarding their experience of killing it: When the bear heard the gun reports, he growled angrily and charged half the distance toward the men.