“Old Mose,” the most dreaded grizzly bear in the entire United States, met a death befitting his long life of murder and outrage at 4 o’clock Saturday evening, April 30th. His last stand was made in a quaking asp draw within the confines of his home among the broken rocks at the northwest corner of Black Mountain, near Canon City, Colo.
The brain of “Old Mose.” One of the most interesting brains I have ever seen lies on the laboratory table before me. It is the brain of “Old Mose,” the huge grizzly which was recently killed on the hills south of Pike’s Peak by J. W. Anthony. The brain is six inches long, including the hind brain, four inches in width, and weighs fifteen ounces.
Oh, for a camp, on the river’s side Where the stream is calmly flowing. Mirroring white in its crystal tide All the sycamores, closely growing. Then, for tackle strong, and buoyant boat, To follow each winding sally—And, forgetting all, to gaily float ’Long the fair Miami valley.
So much has heen written in the sportsman press and the newspapers of Colorado concerning “Old Mose,” the Canon City grizzly, whose hide has been hunted by every sportsman of note in this section of Colorado, that I believe the recounting of a little “seance” I had with his “Royal Nibs” will interest some of the readers of Outdoor Life.
The day had been extremely warm and close—not a breath of wind stirring, not a sound from the myriads of insects and bees, not a chirp from the birds. The leaves hung limp. the scarlet poppies drooped on their long stems. All nature was still as if husbanding its strength to do battle with the elements.
Oh, the cooling, calling cadence of the wood To rest within your shadows was so good; To leave a prairie farm With its dusty fields so warm, And plunge into the shadows of the wood, Was a sweet and blessed boon That could never come too soon, And one the prairie farmer boy so fully understood.
During the past few years we have received numerous inquiries concerning the success attending the introduction of the Mongolian pheasant into the various states of the Union. We take pleasure in publishing herewith extracts from an article appearing in the report of the Massachusetts Commissioners of Fisheries and Game for the year ending December 31, 1903; also some cuts that are sent us through the courtesy of Mr. J. W. Collins, chairman of that committee.
Nothing takes with the world so well as adroit and picturesque lying. Defoe and MacPhersan made famous their literary careers in prose and poetry thus, the one the founder of the modern novel, the other the patron saint of imaginary verse lore, Witness, Emerson, who solemnly declares himself ‘‘a transparent eye-ball,” and I know not what other droll curiosities.
If you wish for a rough gauge intelligence, Spencer used often to say, you cannot find a better one than to observe the proportion which personalities bear to generalities in his conversation. Judged by this test Spencer would have come out easily first of all men I have ever talked with, writes Grant Allen in the Forum.
The forests of Colorado are confined to the mountains. They embrace some of the most useful and beautiful trees. Cedar and pinon pine are found growing at the lowest altitude. On the high foothills, yellow, and then white pine appear. A little above 7,000 feet the red and the beautiful silver spruce take their stand; on the slopes above these are wide areas of lodge-pole pine.
All alone I sit here thinkin’ of the days of long ago. While fond memories recall the days of yore; I can see again in fancy that old brooklet clear and cool, Where I wandered as a boy along its shore. There the whip-poor-will’s soft melodies re-echoed thro' the dell, As the sun-light turned the water gold to green; I can see a boy bare-footed chasing cattle to the bars, As I drove them thro’ the twilight by the old mill stream.
Fifty consecutive days of gloomy rain and a dense, black, hog-reeking atmosphere, fresh from the stockyards —that is the reason that prevailed upon me to step aboard a dumpy little steambot which intended to leave Chicago at seven that evening for White Lake, Ludington and Manistee, and other cast-shore points, and which intention it accomplished.
It is a well-known fact that at certain seasons of the year the male deer become very pugnacious and engage in hard-fought battles to settle the question of supremacy regarding matters appertaining to the survival of the fittest. I have happened across and carefully noted many places where such royal battles have been fought, and have been impressed with the strength and agility of these animals as indicated by the signs left of the struggle.
Old Sol was just peeping over the crest of Blue Mountain (if that insignificant elevation down near where the 103d meridian and the 32d parallel cross could be called a mountain) when Long Jeff, from the JAL ranch, turned Custer Point on his way across to Antelope Lake.
I had the pleasure, in October, 1902, of making my first trip into the Rocky Mountains in quest of antlered game. The trip throughout was filled with incidents of such interest to me that I thought a short article descriptive of our trip and hunt would be interesting to some of the readers of Outdoor Life (“the Sportsman’s Bible”).
In the city of Elms, better known as New Haven, There flourished a bird of the size of the raven, Which craved for a joke, and whose nature was craven. One day, when getting outside of his dinner, A bright idea penetrated the sinner. Erect he sat And call for the cat Which was snugly curled on the front door mat, Dreaming of robins, and things like that.
There has been so much discussion in our columns of late regarding the bear family, and the different species thereof, that we recently took the liberty of writing to three well-known American authorities on the subject, for the purpose of publishing their expressions in support of statements we have already made in the magazine concerning these animals.
Having learned from one of our subscribers, Dr. J. W. Anderson of Denver, that Prof. Dyche of the University of Kansas, one of the West’s most noted naturalists, had killed a white goat in the state of Washington that had amber horns, we wrote to Professor Dyche and received a reply, both letter and answer being appended: Dear Sir—We understand from Dr. Anderson of this city that you have killed a Rocky Mountain white goat having amber horns.
Please give me a little space for “Bear” in your next issue. C. S. Booz makes the assertion that there has never been a grizzly in the Rocky Mountains. Now, I am an old bear hunter and few men have killed a greater number than I have, and I must say that Mr. Booz is right in one sense, as the silver-tip is not the true grizzly, though a close cousin.
I am not only an advocate of life in the open but I practice it to such an extent as to seriously interfere with the business by which I make my living. I have, however, so far never written of my ideas or experiences. I would hardly be recognized as a real sportsman, for I keep no dogs; no guns larger than the best revolver I can buy; no expensive reels, rods, artificial bait, or other accessories to sportsmanlike angling.
I read with considerable pleasure an article in your June number of the Outdoor Life from Wisconsin, signed by H. J. Berger, condemning fake game wardens, that draw a salary from the state and do not make any special effort to enforce the law.
We take pleasure in announcing this month the consummation of a plan that will, we feel assured, be received as welcome news by our readers. We have made arrangements with one of America’s foremost sportsmen, Dr. J. W. Shults, of Wichita, Kas.
Very few bears ever live long enough to attain their full growth, except in museums, parks and zoological gardens. But rare, indeed, does a bear ever lead such a charmed life as to be able to pass forty years on this footstool. This is the estimated age of “Old Mose,” the grizzly killed during the past couple of months on Black Mountain, near Canon City, Colo.
We have before referred in these pages to the importance of providing better means for protecting our great areas of forests. Many men have devoted a large part of their lives to the study of forest propagation and the advice of these men the nation has free.
Adult Male—Top of head and portion extending down to bill, white; a wide patch of metallic green extends backwards from the eye; remainder of head, buff, speckled with black; wing coverts, white; the greater coverts, tipped with black, forming a bar across, the wing; speculum, green and black; breast and sides, pale lilac, rest of under parts, white; under tail coverts black.
Owing to the fact that the supply of our colored frontispiece pictures is fast diminish ing through the big mail orders received, as was stated last month, we are Compelled to increase the price on the pictures published previous to the June number.
Mr. S. N. Leek, the famous Jackson Hole (Wyo.) guide, wrote during the past winter as follows to Outdoor Life: "I send you some more elk pictures to-day. They are all around us by the hundred. Have heard of them getting into several of the ranchers’ haystacks lately.
I am very much interested in the large and small caliber discussion and would like to say a few words in regard to it. I am a cowboy and have made my home in the mountains for twelve years and have hunted large game every year. My first gun was a .44-40.
I notice one or two mistakes in my letter on the caliber question, to which I would like to call attention. On page 397, near bottom of first column, “obsolete .40-70s” should read “obsolete" “.44-70s”. Again, on same page and near top of column, “the Atlantic wolves” should read “the Atlantic walrus.”
I believe it would prove interesting to quite a number of Outdoor Life readers to have the .30-30 standard and carbine contrasted. It appears to me that if no practical difference in shooting qualities exists, the carbine would be the more desirable, because of its light weight and more compact form and balance.
I have read the “Large and Small Calibre” discussion with much interest. Personally I favor the small calibre, and yet if I were to hunt grizzlies in the brush I should prefer a ten-gauge cylinder-bored pump gun loaded with round ball and as much powder as I dared to use.
Here are a few questions I wish to submit to the fraternity of “The Large and Small Calibre Discussion.” 1. Is it true, and, if so, why does a ball propelled by low pressure smokeless powder lose its velocity sooner than one propelled by high pressure smokeless?
In the last issue of Outdoor Life I noticed an article under the head of “Varied Experiences," by a man who ought to be in a position to give some valuable data, but some of his statements seemed to me to be quite utterly absurd.
I did not intend to say anything further in regard to the small calibre high power rifle, but Mr. J. D. Figgins' article so severely criticises the smallbore advocate that I must reply in defense of what I have said heretofore.
The following are the scores made by members of above organization on Sunday, May 22d, at Schuetzen park, 200 yards off-hand: A terrible gale blowing from the rear caused a good deal of trouble in making good scores. These shots were fired consecutively, not like most reported scores, where the bad ones are thrown out, and only good scores sent in. SECRETARY.
For the benefit of our readers who are interested in rifle shooting, and more particularly in long range and military rifle shooting, we once more wish to call attention to Dr. W. G. Hudson’s book, “Modern Rifle Shooting from the American Standpoint.”
The defeat of the Manhattan Rifle and Revolver Association of New York by the team of the Circle des Carbiniers of Paris was somewhat of a surprise to most of the enthusiasts in this country, and demonstrated the fact that in shooting a mixed match such as this was, it is necessary to practice wi both rifle and revolver.
The initial tournament of the Pacific Coast Trap Shooters’ Association was held at Ingleside, on the grounds of the San Francisco Trap Shooters’ Association, on the days of May 29th and 30th. The program proved an exceedingly interesting one, drawing forth knights of the gun from all parts of the state.
Inclosed you will find a photo of our seventy-foot target tower which we have erected to take the place of live pigeons. Will you kindly announce the dates for our tournament, which are July 18th, 19th, 20th? We will add $200 in cash and $300 in trophies to our program.
Will some reader tell me, through Outdoor Life, which they think is the better gun on game as large as deer and smaller—the .38-55 or the .32 Winchester Special? Also, on large game like moose and bear, is the .35 Winchester better than the .38-72?
Captain A. H. Hardy, western representative of the Peters Cartridge company, visited the Lead City and Deadwood Gun clubs lately and gave exhibitions of fancy rifle shooting which were greatly appreciated by a large crowd of ladies and gentlemen.
The Denver Rifle club held a three-shot re-entry handicap prize shoot at the range west of the city May 29th. It was on the Standard American target, eleven and twelve rings to count, making possible thirty-six. The handicap was on sights. The globe and peep sights were given a handicap of one point per shot over the telescope sights, and the open sight two points per shot over the telescope.
Must Have Luxuriant and Glossy Hair, No Matter What Color.
The finest contour of a female face, the sweetest smile of a female mouth, loses something if the head is crowned with scant hair. Scant and falling hair, it is now known, is caused by a parasite that burrows into the scalp to the root of the hair, where it saps the vitality.
The American Natural History, by William T. Hornaday; $3.50 net; Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York. This book is the crowning achievement of a man who has spent his life in the study of animals, their habits and their habitats. It will remain, we anticipate, for scores of years as the abiding authority on the natural history of this country.
The above is the title of an elaborate booklet issued by H. J. Putman & Co., the big sporting boot manufactory of Minneapolis, Minn. This book not only contains an interesting illustrated talk on hunting boots, hut it describes the many patterns of these boots put out by this company, and also publishes the various experiences which sportsmen have had with them.
Since Chr. A. Fischer of Grand Forks, N. D., has been making and placing automatic ejectors on Parker shotguns (dating back several years) he has received many letters of congratulation on his good work, and on the efficiency of these guns with the ejector.
We beg to call the attention of our readers to the advertisement in this issue of Witchell Sons & Co., Ltd., Detroit, Mich., manufacturers of sporting boots and shoes. This company is among the largest manufacturers in this line in America, containing as it does everything in footwear for the hunter, fisherman, athlete, and gymnast.
The above is an admirable addition to our class schools which teaches the art of photography by correspondence. We take pleasure in referring any of our readers desiring such a course to the Rochester School of Correspondence, Rochester, N. Y.—the camera and lens center of the world—whose course is very inexpensive, and the instruction in which is personal.
Frank A. Ellis & Son, the sporting goods 4nd hardware dealers of Denver, have received the following letter commendatory of Radium, the new gun grease they are putting out with successful results: Kenosha, Wis., May 22.—I received your box of Radium and tried it and I find it the best gun grease I ever tried.
Recent victories for the Lefever gun: At the Iowa state shoot, held May 11th, 12t 13th, at Spirit Lake, Iowa, the Lefever gun won the Iowa State Trophy. At Junction City, Kan., May 5th, the Lefever gun also won the championship on targets. John A. Flick of Ravine, O., a one-armed shooter shooting the Parker gun on May 19th, broke 23 out of 25 in a gale of wind.