Bear hunting is one of the favorite pastimes of the sportsmen living in Montrose, Colo., who care to try their luck with such large game. We have a number of hunters in this section (Western Colorado) who lay claim to being champions at this class of sport—and real champions they are, too, for the hair-splitting experiences they have had in the past would give them a place amongst the most daring and thrilling adventures of a Kit Carson or Daniel Boone.
Having an intimate knowledge of the real facts of Geronimo’s career and characteristics, I wish to correct a few of the impressions which are being created in the public mind by writers who mix fiction with fact in order to make their productions more picturesquely typical of the “wild and woolly West." Geronimo is the most genuine surviving relic of the red days of the border.
When grim, austere November claims the leaves of bronze and gold, And the sombre clouds of Autumn dull the land— When the winds grow wild and wayward and the nights get frosty cold— And winter’s blasts are fiercely close at hand. When the spruces tower in grim appeal against a storm-swept sky, And the fir tree with his naked friend contrasts, When the raven and the jaybird jeer and taunt with raucous cry And the squirrels are seen to quiver at the blasts— ’Tis then that bold November bids the hunter to the chase— Can any of us fail to heed her call?
Many students of the signs of twentieth century times predict that nearly all of the world’s work other than hard manual labor will soon be performed by women. Their steadfast endeavor, comparative immunity from the serious handicaps of profanity, alcoholism and slavery to tobacco, and their vital advantage of freedom from ethical decadence by reason of their non-practice of masculine methods in business that are wrong or even criminal, have done much, toward recognition of the superior business morals of women, and that their business life is on a higher plane, with resulting individual and collective superiority in thought, and in intelligent effort wisely directed.
Darkness oversprcads all Nature, misted by a pearly gleam, As of angel wings extended over all the eyrie scene, Folding in with shadowy pinions e'en the echoes of a dream. And the stars grow few and fewer, watchful sentinels on high, Guarding with their light this planet from their fastness in the sky, And the moon’s pale rays grow paler, telling that the dawn is nigh.
The sun has set and all the world grows brighter as she rests With flaming torches casting gleams on purple mountain crests. A moment thus her flaunting robe defies the waning day, Then modestly she draws aside, ashamed to be so gay. Not so the heavens, their pearly tints have changed to crimson hue, Lighting the billowy mass that floats in a sea of twilight blue.
“Trust in God—but keep your powder dry,” is said to have been the pithy military maxim of grim old Brigadier General Israel Putnam, traditional hero of the wolf-den and the precipice, and actual hero of the hot-fought battlefields of Bunker Hill, Fort Edward, and the Jerseys.
In making my annual business trip it was necessary to visit the coast, and as this would bring me back too late for a hunt in the North woods, I decided to try my luck in the Rocky Mountains. Preparatory to this trip I corresponded with John Goff of Meeker, Colo., relative to hunting with his dogs and horses for lion, lynx and cat.
Oh, the girl lived on the prairie Where the free wind gayly sings, And she had her hunting togs on— High-laced boots and other things; NOW, what those “other things” were, I too modest am to say; But a barbed wire fence “caught on” And gave those “other things” away.
The coguar (felis concolor), while the greatest coward probably among the whole animal kingdom, is nevertheless one of the most interesting of our predatory animals. The great power of these beasts to kill has probably never been tested to its utmost under the observation of man, and therefore it is powerless for us to say just how large or strong a steer. or horse a full-grown mountain lion could slay.
It will be remembered that a party of six weary men, a government observer, a physician, an artist and three friends, halted near the center of the great “Mallaspina Glacier” in Alaska at 11:30 p. m., July 23, 1904. This little band was weary, hungry and foot-sore.
I's had enough o' breezes dat is sighin' in de trees; I don' kyah nuffin' 'tall about de hummin' of de bees; De songs dem birds is singin' ain' sufficient to start No cheerfulness on my side, 'cause I knows em all by heart. If you's anxious for to please me wif a little tune or two, I'd like to hear some sleighbells, if it's jes de same to you.
The morning that Albert and Philip Adams started up the steep Fall River road pulling a camp outfit in their little wagons they were as happy as though bound for a circus instead of being off for a camping experience in the lonely wilds. Many of the Estes Park (Colo.) tourists who saw them predicted that they would be frightened and would turn back at the end of the road.
Bright as a dewdrop is wee Jeannette— (Jeannette is my baby daughter); Seldom indeed will she forget Anything I have taught her. Feasting on grapes on the lawn one day— Happy and gay—I caught her Carelessly tossing the skins away— Oh, my untidy daughter!!
Away on the rocky coast of Nova Scotia is a deep bay, surrounded by a primitive forest. A small stream comes tumbling down over the rocks into the head of the bay, and winds away into the dense forest. Out in the bay are several small islands, and beyond is the broad Atlantic.
I am mailing you three photographs of the Rocky Mountain sheep heads Nos. 1, 2 and 3. The photographs were taken during my absence or I would have shown a tape-measure around the horns or some well-known object in the photographs, so as to give your readers a better idea of the size of the heads, as many of your readers are not posted on the size of sheep heads and would not get the same idea of the size by reading the measurements and looking at the photograph as they would by seeing the heads themselves or a photograph of some well known object taken along by the side of the heads.
I have followed closely the discussion between the advocates of the various types of revolvers and it reminds me of like debates between the champions of muzzle-loading vs. breechloadings rifles, and later still, breech-loading vs. repeating rifles.
For several years I have been a believer in the modern high-power smokeless rifle, not only for sporting purposes but for the target as well. These cartridges not being made up In target rifle form, in order to test them I have been obliged to have single shot rifles made specially to use the high-power ammunition, and have had considerable experience along this line, some of which it occurs to me might be of interest to your readers.
Why is it that the twists used in different arms for the same cartridges often vary? Why should one arm shooting a certain cartridge have a thirty-six inch twist and give perfect results, while another strictly first-class rifle chambered for the same cartridge, is rifled with a twenty-inch twist?
A correspondent recently criticised the proposed .35 high power cartridge for the model '92 Winchester on the ground that it would be impossible to put a load into the shell—a .44 W. C. F., "necked down” to .35—which would develop higher velocity than that obtained by the .38-40 W. H. V., that is, 1,700 foot seconds.
Every reader of Outdoor Life will be interested in the new book on target practice just from press, entitled, “Suggestions to Military Riflemen,” as the author, Lieut. Townsend Whelen, has contributed so much to the columns of this magazine that his name has almost become a by-word with our readers.
I am much interested in the proposed Haines model six gun, but I believe there is one point that has been overlooked, and that is to have top of hammer set in recess as do double actions, so that when hammer is set in safety notch it will prevent dust from entering the mechanism.
It is a pleasure for us to publish such broad-minded views as those expressed in the acompanying letter to our contributor, Mr. Ashley A. Haines. We hope our advertisers (and those manufacturers who are not) will always realize that Outdoor Life is run in the interest of the rifle, shotgun and pistol and revolver adherents of this country, and that no slurring remarks in regard to any manufacturer or his product will ever be permitted.
In reply to Mr. G. H. Barnhill in the September issue I will say that I found the Lyman receiver sight unsatisfactory on the Savage .303 on account of being too far from the eye. The Lyman tang sight is much better. I am now using Marble's automatic flexible joint rear sight on my Savage and believe it to be a very superior sight.
Mr. Haines' proposed .35 high-power cartridge for the '92 model Winchester rifle is exactly my idea of a cartridge, and the action of the '92 to my notion is the best made. For the game we have here, the gun would have no equal. Should the subscribers of Outdoor Life think enough of such an arm to petition the Winchester Arms Company to put it out you may put my name down for one of the first on the market.
Mr. E. F. Bud's letter in the last issue is good, but the .22-7-45 is the bullet we want changed. Then we will have a good hunting cartridge. The bullet should be made the same in shape as the .22 long rifle, so it will take the rifling from the point of bullet to the butt.
I have followed with much interest the revolver discussion and, like the rest, I suppose I am awaiting the advent of the new Haines model. But there Is one thing that I do not recall seeing mentioned by any of your correspondents, i. e., the habit of nearly all manufacturers of machining down the barrels of their revolvers and thereby making them too light for proper balancing.
As a preface we would say, dear reader, don’t judge me too harshly, for at the time of which I write, game was plentiful, market hunting allowed and it was customary for all who would to procure a supply of meat for winter use in early winter, while game was fat and easily got at.
That the Chinese pheasant is the king of upland birds there is little doubt in the minds of men who have hunted them. Almost every sportsman who goes afield with the dog and gun is more or less familiar with the history of these pheasants in the United States—how a few dozen pairs were brought over from the Orient two decades ago, liberated in the Willamette valley, Oregon, and how they have thrived until they are far more numerous than any of the native birds in that happy hunting ground.
No fairer, more fertile valleys can be found anywhere than in southern Wisconsin. These valleys are of such size as to be locally known as prairies and are thickly sprinkled with corn fields and pastures. These fields form very attractive feeding grounds for the Canala goose, lying, as they do, within a distance of ten to twenty-five miles of several quite large lakes.
Reading an article in your valued columns, in re the skylark, brings to mind my experience with this joyous songster. In 1880, when I was living in Old Flatbush, Long Island, New York state, and had my kennel, many a morning when I took my young English setter pups for a romp in Peter Neefus' hayfields, I have stopped and seen and enjoyed that sweet carol of the English lark as he would rise from the flelds, towering quite high.
In Outdoor Life I have seen but few accounts of sportsmen's experiences in the regions tributary to Puget Sound and the Columbia river, the scenery of both being probably unexcelled by any region of similar accessibility. Although not, strictly speaking, a “paradise for sportsmen,” they are a hunting ground unequalled by few, especially as the necessity of making long, hard trips by pack trains to get to the game as in other regions is avoided.
I have just returned from a two weeks' trip through Oklahoma and Indian Territory. In spite of the activities of hunters the Southwest was never so alive with quail as this fall. I stopped a few days with Fred Sheets at his bungalow, Wyoming Lodge, near Romulus, in Pottawatomie county, Oklahoma.
It is almost time to go into the big woods again, and I tremble and smile when I think of it. The past year has been awfully short to me. Another milestone has been left behind, but oh! how agile I get when I think that it is only about thirty days more to wait.
A compass is cheaper than a funeral. A trout in the pan is worth two in the brook. A little hunting now and then is relished by the best of men. When a hunter can sight game after an hour’s patient waiting, without a case of “buck fever,” he is no longer an amateur.
The Red and the Yellow-Shafted Flickers. “While seated on the lawn of my country home early in September, I saw a very curious bird picking up insects from the grass It was larger than a robin and had a long bill; whitish breast with a large, black blotch in the center and many smaller spots about it.
A Sachem rides by on the wind And whips the branches high. They catch their breath as souls who’ve sinn’d, But dare not make a cry. Adown the fields of sweeping grain Whose million heads bow low. He heedeth not their cry of pain But draweth back his bow.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
A. D. C., Sipe Springs, Tex.—My English Setter is now nearly two years old and will not make a point or stand on birds. He hunts well, but has never as yet pointed a single bird as he should. Will you kindly advise in the matter, as I desire to use him soon and want him to not only hunt for, but also point, the birds.
A wrinkled green worm, All speckled with black, Lay groaning one day From a pain in her back. “Oh dear! Oh my goodness! Oh dear me suz, there! Such a terrible pain Is most awful to bear. “I know you’ll not think so, But true as this world, Four times I’ve been smitten Since first I uncurled.
O, the breath of the wild when the year is young, At the dawn of cloudless day; When the first golden darts of the sun are hung In the crystalline beads that are deftly strung O’er the blossom-tangled lay! O, the scent of the sage when the year is old, And the quail’s call from the plain; When the soft, tasselled grasses are brown and gold And the West’s famed glory in spring is told In a gladsome song of rain!
The Colorado State Forestry Association has prepared a memorial to go before the next sesion of the State Legislature asking for the forestry laws.to be so amended as to embrace a definite forestry policy, to include a state board of forestry, a state forester and a department of forestry in the agricultural college; also a call for the establishment of a state nursery, in which to produce utility trees for farmers and land owners, and an experiment station for demonstrating the relative and absolute values of different kinds of trees for the educational benefit of tree growers.
Some time ago I read an article in your magazine, written by a Mr. C. P. Hubbard on the value and general utility of the so-called "Alaska Sleeping Bag." As I was then contemplating a trip to Montana, it being in the month of May, I purchased one of these sleeping bags.
As I am taking a great Interest in the agitation regarding the new Haines Model single-action swing-out cylinder revolver,and seeing that it requires all the support available to have it manufactured, I take pleasure in endorsing it, and wishing the best success possible.
The Racine Fly Casting Club desires to announce that by virtue of a resolution unanimously adopted at the first convention of the National Organization of Casting Clubs, an International Fly and Bait Casting Tournament will be held at Racine, Wisconsin, under the auspices of the Racine Fly Casting Club during the month of August, 1907.
If you want to know a fellow’s disposition Invite him out a while when you’re a-fishin’ And after twenty miles or so of mountain trampin’ Jest introduce him to a life of rural campin’. You’ll be sure to find some ills that he’s afraid of, But, best of all, you’ll learn the stuff that he is made of.
Henry Winter, Oakland, Cal.—I own a .30-30 Winchester and would like to know, in using the Winchester supplemental chamber, taking the .32 pistol cartridge, if the bullet does not touch the rifling of the barrel, thereby injuring or leading it?
After a day of enjoyable sport it is wise to choose a drink which helps to restore the vital powers rather than one which tends to deplete them, as is the case with many drinks. Borden’s Malted Milk is delicious, concentrated nourishment, invaluable to the camper, made ready for use by adding water hot or cold.
Where has been dawn’s most rosy light, Now is the solemn stillness of the night; Where have been songs from feathered choirs, Now aught is heard but peals from distant spires; Where at this hour the day was old, Now slumb’ring night in deepest sleep still folds.
The late Sea Girt meeting of National Marksmen was certainly the greatest and most interesting of any that has been held in the United States. The magnitude of numbers overwhelmed the facilities and was the cause of much dissatisfaction on account of thereby being compelled to leave out some of the scheduled matches and shortening the President’s Match by leaving out entirely the 1,000-yard range, and closing the meeting September 10th instead of September 6th, as originally scheduled.
The new Remington autoloading repeating rifle is at last on the market. It represents the best and latest inventive genius of John Browning, “the father of American small arms.” Its cartridges have a higher velocity and heavier bullet than .30-30, .303, .32 or .35 self-loading.
What is to be a very large manufacturing company of fishing tackle and general sporting goods was incorporated at Columbus, O., lately by well known Akron people. The company was incorporated with a capital stock of $100,000 all subscribed and will be known as the E. A. Pflueger Co.
The U. J. Ulery Co., 9 Warren street, New York, have gotten out what they call a "white man’s knife, wtih a red man’s name," called the "Napanoch," it being simply a pocket knife with a half dozen or so detachably blades, each one a very useful instrument, especially on an outing trip.
We have received a circular describing new goods being placed on the market by the Marlin Firearms Co., New Haven, Conn., i. e., Marlin repeating shotgun, model No. 21, takedown, straight-grip, made in grades A, B, C and D; also Marlin model No. 18, baby featherweight repeater, .22 caliber, which is now made take-down by using a thumbscrew for a tang screw.
We take pleasure in publishing herewith a cut of the Nitro Special Single Barrel gun. It has an extra heavy cannon breech, as shown, the barrel is made of high pressure steel with lugs swedged on the barrel—i. e., a part of the barrel, not brazed on—is of special construction with water table and will stand the heaviest loads of dense powder; has the Stevens check hook to take up all wear and prevents any strain on the forearm; has a fancy patent snap forearm; is supplied either nickel plated or case hardened with a walnut stock, rubber butt plate, top snap, coil main spring and made in the ususal lengths and gauges and weighs 7 to 7¼ pounds.
Andersch Bros., Dept. 64, Minneapolis, Minn., have just issued the second edition of their “Hunters and Trappers’ Guide,” a book of 350 pages, beautifully bound in leather and gold. The book contains 250 pictures illustrating all fur-bearing animals, modern and ancient traps, etc., and reveals all hunters and trappers’ secrets.
At the fall tournament of the Indianapolis Gun Club, September 10th and 11th, F. LeNoir won second high average with 376400, shooting Dead Shot Smokeless. Mr. F. C. Riehl, who has been shooting in fine form during 1905, won the Morrisonville, Illinois, shoot September 12th and 13th, scoring 320-350 with U. M. C. Arrow shells, as usual.