THREE of us old fellows were sitting round our camp fire watching the fanatastic pictures in the embers and imagining all sorts of scenes in the curling smoke. Though our hearts were as young as ever, our combined ages ran well up to the far end of the second century.
THE beautiful month of May was just pressing forth her choicest buds and filling Colorado with her most fervent sunshine, when one of my friends—Mr. A. B. Daniels, the well-known sportsman-chauffeur, one day remarked to me that his new Winton touring car was coming, and extended an invitation for a ride to Colorado Springs.
Oh my heart is in the mountains, where I left in 'way last fall, And sometimes I am with it in a dream; Not with any bloomin' maiden born of woman—not at all— But beside a roaring, slashing good trout stream; Where the speckled trout jump high in wanton play— Midst the waters' rush and roar and laugh and swirl; And where earth and sky and air Form a combination rare Not met this side of heaven, nor in any man's best girl.
PURSUIT and possession as applied to elk hunting have their pleasant and unpleasant features alike, just in accordance with your ability to carry the pursuit to the point of possession. But I have found in my limited experience, that it is an almost invariable rule of, no pursuit, no possession, and no possession, no pleasure in pursuit.
Beside my mountain pathway steep, Within a grassy' dell, Where soft the summer breezes sweep, And Silence loves to dwell; Beneath the trembling Aspen's shade And by the stately Pine, Thou liftest there thy modest head, Star-petaled Columbine.
YES, that's a good head; the best I have in my collection. It came from the largest deer I ever killed. I've shot a number of large deer and have several good heads to show for it, but that one I prize above all. When did I get him? I don't mind telling you about it if you wish to hear the yarn.
A GOOD many years ago, so many that their numbering makes me realize that youth has long since fled, and that I am far down the darkening pathway which leads to the sunset—and, let me hope, to home and rest;—I say a good many years ago I had the honor to be a unit in that gallant aggregate, the Army of the Cumberland, which had for its leaders the peerless strategist Rosecrans, and the noble, indomitable Thomas.
"You fellers 'members them white alkali flats we sees down on the plain to-day from whar we was a-roundin' up of them three mavericks on the side of the ridge over thar." said Pete, after a silence of some minutes, during which we had refilled our pipes and replenished the fire.
A LATE number of Outdoor Life showed on the first cover page a picture of a lady in the act of placing a rifle on the antlers of a prostrate bull elk, the title of the reproduction being, "The Mistress of the Hunt." For the information of your readers I wish to state that this lady is Mrs. Dr. Noll of New York, who was out with her husband for a hunt the day on which Mrs. Noll secured the elk shown in the picture referred to.
There was a certain Mule who had so established a reputation for kicking that none of his friends disputed the Claim or got too near his extremity. In the same corral there dwelt a shepherd Dog who had learned the valuable lesson to lie low when you bite and especially when you bite a Mule's heel.
WE LANDED in a hunter's paradise somewhere in the outskirts of South Dakota and settled down to two weeks of solid enjoyment. It was one continual round of hunt—daylight, twilight, midnight—any kind of light. Of course we occasionally indulged in square meals, but it was only that we might sally forth refreshed to hunt again.
THE most remarkable sight that ever came under my observation was a fight between monstrous snakes in the Wichita Mountains, Oklahoma. In the latter part of May, 1901, I, with three other men, was commissioned to explore the Wichita Mountains in search of gold. We left Chickasha, Indian Territory, late one afternoon, all crowded into a canvas covered prairie schooner, supplied with food and tools necessary for our comfort and purpose.
Once, not long ago, a camerist wrote for my advice on the subject of photography from a commercial standpoint. He had been fairly successful as an amateur and contemplated entering the field as a traveling photographer but before doing so he desired to be posted as to the advisability of giving up a position that yielded $18.00 per week salary.
Some man who should have known better has written me a letter taking me to task for the "promiscuous and indefensible profanity" of my cogitations. When he adds "It is a great pity that so uniquely original and altogether charming personality should be marred by this great offense to your best friends.
The careless slaughter of human life has been carried on so prodigiously in past open game seasons that we have no reasonable excuse for believing that there will be any perceptible lessening of such loss of life this year. However, the number of these accidents can be greatly decreased by an exercise of the proper amount of care and diligence among sportsmen.
Every American sportsman recognizes the fact that our big game is on the decrease and that Alaska will eventually furnish about all the exciting sport in this line which we shall experience. This is a condition as inevitable as the coming of next Christmas, for all the sections now offering any degree of sport in big game hunting in the states can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
I inclose you photographs of Lake Alicia, better known as Woods Lake, and some fish caught during the past season. The photograph of six brook trout represents an hour and a half's catch, weighing from one and one-half to three pounds each, four and one-half pounds being the record fish for last summer.
The fishing has been better here this summer than for several years, it being a common thing for a god angler to catch eight or twelve nice rainbow trout in one evening. The rainbow have made their first appearance in the Cimarron this summer.
The Denver Times records a sad account of the death of a cow and her calf in Routt county. Colorado, by gray wolves, witnessed by Patrolman E. J. Baty of Denver during a recent trip to that section: Two gray wolves, gaunt and desperate from hunger, attacked a cow and her calf.
John Zimmerman, the genial proprietor of the Keystone hotel at Home, Colorado, up in the Poudre canon, always has a good story to tell. This time it is an up-to-date one. The bear, a large and glossy black animal, was caught and killed on a certain day during the early part of June last. It was rather early in the season for bear hunting, but Mr. Zimmerman had special reasons for hunting this one, and is to be congratulated upon the early reward that crowned his labors.
When one reads the reports of the enormous amount of ducks and other water fowl that are ruthlessly slaughtered by prominent sportsmen, and that done in the spring of the year— the time when ducks and other fowl are mating and on their way to their breeding grounds —one is bound to ask, "What is a sportsman, anyhow?
In the southern end of Estes Park, Colorado, is a huge dome-like rock — Sheep Rock. Around this formation for at least a third of a century has been the favorite haunt of many mountain sheep. I noticed them many times each season for several years.
Every duck-shooter has at one time or another in his lifetime gone through the intoxicating delight of being within reach of more ducks than he wanted to shoot at, and of being able to kill more than his conscience would allow. We know of a great many good duck "ponds" in the West and in the South, but there is no doubt but that the swamps of Bear River.
Comparatively few sportsmen realize the importance of sound sleep while on a hunting trip. Their grub may be rough, but the exertions of the tramps over the hills will make them hungry for anything eatable and they will digest everything well.
At the Colorado Kennel Club meeting August 2d much regret was expressed at the news that the Dallas (Texas) dog show building had been burned down, which, of course, means the Dallas show will not be held this year. The field trial season this year, judging by the fixtures, is in a flourishing condition.
We have received a letter from S. R. Howe. Fort Worth, Texas, advising us of the death of one of his favorite hunting dogs. Paul Bo's Prince 35421 (Paul Bo x Net Berwin). which occurred during July. Mr. Howe had presented this pet animal to his best friend, the Rev. R. T. Hanks, of Caldwell.
F. D. McQueen. Osceola. Nev.—Please inform me through the columns of your magazine where I would be able to obtain one of the old-style Colt revolvers, single action, with key fastening, .38 cal., C. F. metallic cartridge. Answer.—If you cannot get the weapon from the M. Hartley Company.
We note by the press dispatches that the straightaway mile record was again lowered on August 6th by W. K. Vanderbilt. This reminds us of the great and glowing accounts heralded in past years on the breaking of straightaway mile records on the bicycle.
The name of Thomas B. Jeffery in the cycle business was for twenty years a synonym for brilliant achievement. Now that he has embarked in the manufacture of automobiles. a departure to which he has been giving his attention for years, we may expect that the same bright mind and master hand which made the Rambler bicycle famous all over the globe will exert a similar influence in the manufacture of his Rambler automobiles.
It is to such men as W. F. Sheard of Tacoma. Washington. that the Northwest owes much of its big interest in trap shooting. It would be hard to find a more devoted adherent of the shotgun that Mr. Sheard, while his wife is none the less enthusiastic over the sport.
We have received an invitation from the El Paso Gun Club and the Carnival Association to attend a three days' shoot during the carnival at El Paso. Texas, in January, 1903. Low rates will be in effect on the railroads, and there should be a good-sized crowd of shooters attend from Colorado and surrounding states.
The accompanying cut shows Capt. George E. Bartlett scattering dust from a quarter brick using a .38-40 Marlin rifle and Peters .38-40 cartridges loaded with King's semi-smokeless powder. Mr. Bartlett last year visited most of the Northwest Territory in the interest of Hibbard, Spencer, Bartlett & Co. of Chicago, who are general western wholesale agents for the King Powder Co. and the Peters Cartridge Co.
If we may judge by the following scores sent us by one of our North Dakota subscribers, the trap shooters of that section are worthy the steel of any of their western brothers. The scores were made at the annual tournament of the Grand Forks, North Dakota, Gun Club, during July, attracting visitors from Grafton.
I consider Outdoor Life the best sportsman's magazine published. ROBT. WILSON. Monmouth, Ill. I have read Outdoor Life for several months, purchasing it from a newsdealer in Wichita, and I find much of interest and value in it. Monea, Mo. W. H. SHIPLEY.
During this season I have come across more than a dozen different specimens of English-made flies bearing the names of American firms. giving one the impression that the latter were the makers. Some of the flies were of very low grade and fall to pieces in a short time.
The Winchester Repeating Arms Co. advise us of a new cartridge which they have placed on the market, and judging by the descriptions, and results of experiments with it. we believe it will create for itself a big demand, especially among persons using the models for which they are intended, who fear to use the high-power small-caliber cartridges on account of their great range.
On Labor Day there will be conducted in Denver, on the Sand Creek course, a ten-mile road race. This sounds very familiar to us, for while cycling was at its zenith we have reported, participated in and assisted in the conduction of most of the big events on the Sand Creek course.
"Handy Book for Trap Shooters and Sportsmen" is the title of a very interesting and attractive work, the 1902 edition of which has just been published by the King Powder Co. and the Peters Cartridge Co. of Cincinnati, Ohio. This work contains a description of the plants of these two companies and their products.
To the Trade and the Public Generally:—It has come to our notice that unauthorized parties seeking profit by our improvements in air mattresses, and particularly our patented stays under Letters Patent of the United States of Albert A. Young, No. 496,030.
A. G. Currier, representing the Pneumatic Mattress & Cushion Co. of New York, has just completed a hurried trip over the western and northwestern field. R. A. Lau, one of the proprietors of J. H. Lau & Co., the Ballistite agents of New York, spent a couple of weeks, in company with his wife, during July, looking over the business field of Colorado.
For years there has been located at the corner of Thirteenth and Platte streets. Denver, an energetic and reliable tanner of hides, whose business among the circle of his patrons always kept him and his force busy, and being of a quiet temperament and conservative in business, he has never advertised nor reached out for the business which he could have for the asking.
A New Discovery That Kills the Germ and Prevents Baldness.
Pretty nearly all the hair preparations for dandruff, have some merit in allaying itching of the scalp, and in being a fairly good dressing for the hair, but there is only one that recognizes what causes dandruff, falling hair, and baldness, and that destroys that cause, a little germ—and that is Newbro's Herpicide.
While the Pneumatic Mattress & Cushion Co. of 35 Broadway, New York, have closed on agencies for nearly all American territory, yet they write us that there are a couple of small patches of western territory which as yet they have failed to place in the hands of agents.
Since the completion of the Burlington's new short cut from Denver to Deadwood and Lead the Black Hills are brought into close communication with Colorado's metropolis. The ride via the B. & M. R. R. is very attractive in point of comfort. The traveler can enter his berth in the Pullman at 10:45 p. m. at the union depot in Denver and awaken in the morning in good time for the splendid breakfast served in the eating house at the new and thriving town of Bridgeport.