THE BEAR is the most abused wild animal on this continent—at least that is what my experience and my observation teach me here in Colorado; and I am led to believe from what I hear and read that he fares no better elsewhere in the United States.
IT WAS supper time at Austin’s ranch. Around the bountifully spread table big Jack Moore and his coyboys were enjoying the last meal of the day, doing ample justice to Tom Mitchell’s good cooking. All were in good spirits, and as their appetities became satisfied jokes and stories began to go the rounds.
A GOOD many years ago, on the South Hardscrabble, we had pitched tent and I was out after camp meat. In those days we used to think for such a use a nice fat fawn was just the thing. It is savory, tender as chicken, does not last too long, and obviates the necessity of disfiguring the carcass of larger and more highlyprized pieces of game.
When I git out of patience with everything that’s right, Then I’m longin’ fer the Flat Tops on the South fork of the White— Then I’m achin’ fer an outing, jist for a week or two— When the aspens turn to yaller and the bucks is in the blue. Thar’s no use talkin’.
Haste to the woodland! Haste away. Where Nature’s treasures hidden lay; Here close beside the river’s brow The rarest water lilies grow. The whisp'ring trees, stout-limbed and high, The murmuring waters gliding by; The shady elm where birdlings meet;
Farewell to thee, my mountain home, A loved, a cherished spot to me, A dream that’s o’er—I mourn alone— Farewell, my summer home, to thee! Back to the world I bear away From thee but half my soul alone; Its better-half would fondly stay And back to thee has faithful flown.
We went to fish, And e’re we left our friends we told, About our gallant luck of old. And of the surplus fish we sold; Our purses scarce could hold the gold. When e’er we went a-fishing. We started out— With spirits high our hearts did beat. And spirits bottled at our feet, And meat in baskets for a treat, To meet each pang of hunger fleet; ’Tis thus we went a-flshing.
I RECKON everybody is pretty well tired of hearing of “cowboy life on the ranch,” and similar yarns from the hills and plains, so I’m going to give you a little of cowboy life in town. It all came about in this way: Whort had gone to Texas to ship up a bunch of cattle, and had left orders for five or six of our best cow punchers to meet the stock train on Monday at Canon City, Colorado.
IN SEPTEMBER, 1887, Si Lorenzo and I were on a hunting and trapping expedition on the head waters of White river, Colorado, which was then a practically unexplored region. We were camped on a small tributary, and having decided to move our camp to Trappers’ lake, the head waters proper, we arranged our pack stock, and lashing our traps and accoutrements on, were soon filing along the trail.
I SAY, girls, suppose we organize an outing party and spend our vacation in the mountains. Brother Will says he will provide the team, sister and I will look after the provisions for the trip, and George H— says he will sign an agreement to get all the fish and game we will need.
MY BUSINESS is rather confining and health not the best, so I have made a point of taking an outing trip each fall for some years past. I have found by experience that hunting parties as a rule are inclined to the strenuous side of life, and desiring an easy, quiet rest in some secluded nook, I decided in September, 1901, to go alone into the Lost Park Country, Colorado, pick out a place where the game came close to camp and sit down to rest, and have a real nice outing all by myself.
IN THE heat and turmoil of a sweltering day last August (1902), my wife and I left the City of Churches for our initial summer trip to the head waters of the Aroostook river, in northern Maine. The fleet Fall river liner, “City of Lowell,” carried us to Providence.
A FOURTH of July celebration does not prepare one for early rising, but with some effort my friend, the Doctor (who was from New York), and I arose bright and early Saturday morning at seven o’clock, and were soon ready for a trial at the Catalina wild goats.
T IS just one month since I returned to my home in America from a year of travel in the heart of equatorial Africa. During that month I have learned that the tax of homelife upon travel is, that those who have explored the regions of the uncivilized must celebrate their return to clean clothing and dessert by sitting at the table after dinner and telling stories of their journey.
LTHOUGH of a rather ordinary name, “Fan” was a unique type of rural femininity—petite, graceful and decidedly pretty, with large brown eyes and a rather high forehead. Her face wore a sweet but somewhat roguish expression, and being of excellent family, she was easily a leader of her own particular little “smart set.
UNLIKE many other bear stories, this is a true story, and those of my readers that doubt it can apply to any of the men concerned and learn the truth of its details. If you have had dealings on the western slope of the Saguache range, down the Frying Pan, in Colorado, you have undoubtedly heard of Bob Reed, the sawmill man.
A Chicago paper recently published an account of a certain inhabitant of that town —a lady—who was exploited as an “expert” photographer. Just what an “expert” photographer is from the standpoint of the magazine section of the Sunday edition of a metropolitan daily, I am not prepared to say, but this particular lady had traveled over the world making exposures promiscuously, having them developed and printed by some one else until she had succeeded in accumulating nearly three hundred thousand negatives.
One of our Kansas subscribers, Dr. J. W. Shults, in our August number touched up the subject of non-resident licenses for hunting in Colorado. If the doctor had set a match to Uncle Sam’s powder storerooms he couldn’t have touched a subject more inflammable than that which he wrote upon, for since his letter was published we have been receiving some of the most eloquent appeals for the better protection of our game that we have ever read.
If a tenderfoot with callow eyes. Looks at the camper bold, and cries: “The life of the camper in sun and air. Is the life for me, without a care.” Will some strong man with nothing to fear. Hit him hard behind the ear. For he’s too simple to understand, The poor lame leg and the blistered hand.
As a devotee of outdoor life, both actual and in literature, permit a reader to say that he greatly admires your magazine, chiefly because he believes that it stands for genuine sportsmanship— neither fanatical on the .one hand nor lax on the other.
I have read in the September number of your magazine the communication of Dr. Shults regarding Colorado’s non-resident license law and your editorial comments thereon. With your permission I wish to express myself through the columns of your paper in that connection.
I have for several years been a constant reader of all outdoor magazines and have read many accounts of hunts for deer, elk, turkeys and other game; but I believe I can give an account of turkey hunting which is entirely unique in its line. I am now forty-eight years old, and this personal experience occurred thirty-six years ago last April.
Let me say that I appreciate greatly your labors for game preservation and the encouragement of a modest desire to take or kill the same; for I have myself striven and accomplished something in that direction; it being my privilege to boast—if you please—of the authorship of an act in this state to prohibit the sale of the hide and meat of deer, in the Legislature of 1893, of which I had the honor to be a member.
The publication of my letter to you in regard to the Colorado game law, with comment by you, has proven very interesting to me. First, I conclude that your magazine has quite a circulation judging from the number of letters that I have received, not only from Colorado but from other states, endorsing my ideas of your game law; and second, I was delighted at the good fight you put up in defense of your position, which I very much admire in you, and which makes me think that you are my kind of a fellow.
Mr. H. C. Townsend, general agent of the Missouri Pacific railway, St. Louis, Missouri, is in receipt of the following letter from Mr. Edward A. Smith, vice president Missouri Safe Deposit Company, St. Louis, relative to California rainbow trout which were planted last fall in the Black river on the line of the Iron Mountain Route:
Governor La Follette of Wisconsin, according to a letter received by one of our subscribers, Mr. Frank Richardson of Appleton, is accused by the newspapers of his state of using undue efforts to bring the game fund of his state up to a desirable figure, in order that the money may be used as a leverage to further his chances for the next gubernatorial seat.
Measurements, Male—Length, 26 inches; wing, 10.5 inches; culmen, 2.3 inches; tarsus, 1.6 inches. Eggs—Five in number, pale grayish green and measure 2.3 by 1.55 inches. Habitat—In Europe breeds south to the Rhone delta, Asia, northern Africa, China and Japan.
Extra prints of our 3-color frontispieces published in current or back numbers will be sent to any address at the low price of 5 cents each, or three for 10 cents. No sportsman should miss this opportunity of making a collection of the favorite American game birds and water fowl.
I read with interest the articles published in the October number of Outdoor Life, and written by Mr. J. C. McKinney and E. R. Forrest, and would like to make a few remarks with reference to the same. I am a native of Pennsylvania, and received my education at W. & J. College, in the town from which Mr.
D. L. Mechling, one of Colorado’s oldest hunters of big game, indulged in a hunting trip the past fall, going .out with one of the best-known guides in the North, M. P. Dunham, of Ovando, Montana. The following is an extract from Mr. Mechling’s letter to Outdoor Life, written at his first day’s camping place:
Some of the terms used by dog fanciers are: Apple-headed—Skull round instead of flat on top. Blaze—A white mark up the face. Butterfly-nose—A spotted nose. Button-ear—One which falls over in front, hiding the inside. Cat-foot—A short, round foot.
How thoroughly "the American gentleman's" sport of trap shooting is coming into general favor, and what a great territory it covers, is strikingly shown in the notes of results published this month. Over fifty individual high averages are shown, of regular public tournaments.
Our valued contributor of “Rifle Reflections,” in this number. Mr. D. W. King, Jr., than whom there is not a better posted or a more proficient rifleman in Western America, hits the nail on the head in his remarks this month on rifle telescopes for target work and in his ideas of offering encouragement through target practice to the game hunter—the man who loves to hunt, but who seldom shoots at the target.
Rifle shooting, from a target shooter’s point of view is a very complicated affair when it comes to comparing the work of the different shooters and the different clubs. A few years ago most of the clubs througnout the country were practically shootiner the same kind of rifles under the same conditions and at the same targets.
On the afternoon of Sept. 26, Adolph Topperwein of San Antonio, Tex., succeeded in breaking his former record of 986 out of 1,000 clay targets thrown into the air, with a rifle, by making 989 out of the possible 1,000, and thereby establishing a new world’s record at this kind of shooting.
Having spent several years in the mountains and big game fields of Colorado prospecting and hunting. I have had an opportunity to try many different calibres and makes of rifles, and I find the rifle department of Outdoor Life very interesting and often amusing.
In my opinion you have hit it about right in your answer to Wm. A. Thompson’s question about guns for moose and grizzlies. Personally I use a .30-30 Winchester, with the soft-nose cartridges. I have killed with it in the Northwest Territory of Canada ten moose, a large bear, a wolf and a wolverine, and in the states two elk and eight antelope.
I have just read Mr. Bryant’s article on recoil, in the October number of Outdoor Life, and as this is the first time that he has attempted to advance any theory to sustain his contention. I am fully confirmed in my opinion that he has grappled with a problem which he is incompetent to handle.
There has been a great deal said about large and small calibres for big game, and I am surprised that so few are able to see that the small calibre will do the work. It is not the size of the calibre that causes the gun to have shocking power, but the twist or rifling.
Very few riflemen who do their shooting in the Rocky Mountain region would care to risk their reputation as a good shot by publishing every shot fired at the range for a number of shooting days. It is the common practice of riflemen to shoot a number of practice scores until they feel that they are in trim.
The gold medal contests among members of the Central City Rifle Club, were finished as far as classes A and B are concerned, with the ending of September and the medals for those classes go to W. S. Green of class A. and G. M. Laird of class B. both of these gentlemen having won the medals three times.
L. E. Nelson. Gray Creek. Colo.—What distance is represented by each notch in the elevation of sporting rear sights on the Marlin .38-55? I cannot find a thing among my various gun catalogues that gives this information. Answer—Each notch is supposed to represent fifty yards.
A Pleasure Book of Grindelwald; by James F. Rhodes; $1.50 net; The Macmillan Company, publishers, 66 Fifth Ave., New York. The son of the well known historian. Mr. James Ford Rhodes, makes his entrance into literature with an attractive volume upon the delights of a popular and beautiful resort in Switzerland.
The Tenth Annual Sportsmen's Show will be held at Madison Square Garden, opening Friday evening, February 19th and closing Saturday evening, March 5th, 1904. Floor plans for the division of space will be issued shortly. As heretofore, exhibitors will be given ample time for the arrangement and removal of exhibits, prior to the opening and subsequent to the closing of the show.
Geo. W. Vallery, general agent in Denver, of the Burlington Route, visited the Yellowstone National Park this fall, and was greatly impressed with the importance of the park as a tourist and wonder resort. Mr. Vallery was accompanied by General Passenger Agent Francis of the same line, and both gentlemen enjoyed the trip immensely.
Two new sportsmen’s publications are to hand from the two Pacific Coast extremities. Los Angeles and Seattle. The first issue of both commenced with the September number, and each gives promise of wielding a growing influence in its respective locality.
Enclosed please find $3.00 from three tired-out, bored “—” readers, in payment for one year's subscription to Outdoor Life, commencing with the October issue. I was not introduced to Outdoor Life until last August, and we have been buying it from news stands, but as the books run out here ten days after issue, we subscribe to make sure of it.
We have received a letter from Tarleton H. Bean, chief of the Department of Fish and Game. World’s Fair, St. Louis, in which he assures us that the exhibits offered for this department cover an extraordinary range of countries and represent the highest order of merit.
It is not generally known among the lay sportsman public that the Victor Sporting Goods Co., of Chicopee Falls, Mass., which concern has practically usurped the trade and prestige of the Spaldings, has a large distributing depot in Denver.
What the DuPont company does it always does well. Those who use DuPont powder know this. We have just received from this company a set of twelve exquisite cards, 8x12 inches, on which is engraved in superb style pictures of the various game birds.
We have just had the pleasure of examining two of the most perfect firearms, designed for the sportsman that hunts where large and small game is found, and who wants to be prepared for either. They are combination shot and rifle guns made by the Hollenbeck Gun Co., of Wheeling, W. Va. One of the guns is a 16-bore double shot with .25-35 high-power rifle, weighing 6 lbs., 15 ozs.
Mr. C. L. Bradley of Clarksville. Tenn., has put on the market two very valuable devices that should be in big demand by sportsmen. The sale on these goods has been very large from the start and is increasing daily. The Bradley Anti-Rust Ropes and Shot Gun Sights are not an experiment, as thousands who are using them can testify.
The More People Know Newbro’s Herpicide the Better They Like It.
The more it becomes known the better it is liked. One bottle sells two. and those two sell four. Newbros’ Herpicide is what we are talking about. It cleans the scalp of all dandruff, and destroying the cause, a little germ or parasite, prevents the return of dandruff.
The following letter was received by one of our New York advertisers, Mr. A. H. Funke. We take pleasure in publishing it for the information of our readers: San Francisco. Cal., Sept., 6th. 1903. Mr. A. H. Funke. 325 B’way. New York City, Dear Sir:—I have just returned from a hunting trip in the northern part of this state where I had an opportunity to test the qualities of the Mannlicher rifle I purchased of you.
The C. F. Schmelzer & Sons Arms Co., of Kansas City, have just issued their big annual catalogue, which is the largest publication of the kind ever issued by a Western sporting goods house. It is sent free to anyone on request. The Dunham Fulton Gun Co., of Oshkosh, Wis., have issued a 68-page catalogue of their guns, rifles, ammunition and hunter’s supplies.
Sept. 15 to Nov. 30. inclusive. 1900. One way second class Colonist tickets are on Sale via Union Pacific to: San Francisco. Los Angeles, and many other California points. $25.00. Southern Pacific main and branch line points. Portland to Ashland, inc., via Portland. $25.00. Portland.
The new .30-40 Government cartridge manufactured by The Peters Cartridge Co., was tested with much satisfaction at the Sea Girt meeting. This cartridge is charged with what is known as the Hudson-Hays bullet, constructed on the suggestions offered by the expert riflemen at Sea Girt.
The following high averages were made by the Lefevre gun during the months of August and September August 30th. silver cup, contested for between Kalamazoo. Mich., and Battle Creek Gun Clubs. Medal emblematic of championship of Central Michigan.
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