As the tourist journeys to-day down the Rio Puerco, he at once becomes aware that he is on the threshold of a new and exhilarating experience. He finds himself in the midst of high and fantastically carved mesas, banded with variegated tints, or forming majestic settings of blue against the cloudless horizon.
We journeyed on and on, having a glorious time in the freedom of the mountains. We were traveling in a circle, the diameter of which was about three hundred miles. One day we struck an enormous glacier and had to bend way off to the right to avoid it.
“Ride as often and as far as you can, eat and drink everything placed before you, chop wood, sleep in the open, keep your head cool and your feet dry. Medicine, troubles, debts, Den ver, all—forget ’em.” I listened to these instructions, only half believing, and went away determined to carry them out.
The walls of log are thick and stout, The rugged hearth is wide and gray; The roof will keep the thin winds out, The fire will chase the frost away; While we take comfort merrily And spin brave yarns above the tea. Riley tells of caribou And long, gray wolves in Labrador; And Fred sings of the red canoe And Dick expounds his Micmac lore; While I talk glibly as I can With one eye on the frying-pan.
Down in the southern part of Colorado there is an old forgotten place where the waters of the Rio Grande river swallow up the waters of the Conejos as they come hurrying down from the high hills. The pla-is chiefly notable for the mud hut of the Mexican and the wild duck.
It’s lonely up the cañon; gone the glorious summer hue Of the trees and flowers and bushes; and there’s frost instead of dew. Gone is all the feathered throng, with its plentitude of song; Merry, happy song—of You. Yet o’er the frowning, tow’ring cliffs of granite gray, and through The swaying boughs of hoary pines, an anthem clear and strong, There rises up the chanting of the river, loud and true; Chanting son’rous hymns—of You.
When I succeeded in killing my first buck in the California hills several years ago, I became a most enthusiastic shot, since then succeeding in getting many a goat and a deer on “ Hawaii neis ’ ” precipitous bluffs. But I longed to add an elk head or bear-hide to my collection of trophies, so when my husband managed to take a couple of months’ vacation in the summer of 1905, we decided to try our luck in the Olympic mountains, Washington.
Being an interested reader of most outdoor recreation, particularly big game hunting, I thought our trip to the Lewis and Clark Forest Reserve, Montana, might interest some of the readers of Outdoor Life. Months of planning finally culminated in a start from our city, Bucyrus, in central Ohio, on August 17, 1905.
Poor little exile, though the pet of the hunters, ’Tis no chain of love that binds you so well. You see in the distance the trail to your birthplace That leads through the cool depths of the junglelike dell. ’Twas in the dawning, when the crack of the rifle Brought low to the earth your mother so true; She fell to the earth and her great heart was broken As she gave at the last all her glances to you.
Above our cabin where the little stream broke away from the mountains I had built a pen where each year I fattened a few hogs; the pen was built strong enough to cage a bear; it was made so in order to protect the swine from the California lions that were plentiful in the mountains and seemed to have a hankering for corn-fed pork above all other dainties.
On the succeeding six pages are shown some of the choicest pictures from Mr. W. T. Hornaday’s latest book. “Camp Fires in the Canadian Rockies,” which is just from the press of Charles Scribner’s Sons. New York. These plates are reproduced in Outdoor Life by special permission of Mr. Hornaday and Charles Scribner’s Sons, and we believe our critical big game readers will appreciate them as being among the very best pictures of the kind ever published.
My attention has been called to two remarkable sheep heads you have published measurements and cuts of on page 618 in your December issue. You do not state if the heads are for sale, or who the owner is. Although these heads are very badly mounted, if you can buy them and guarantee measurements I will pay you $1000 for the two heads.
A floating, gray, inconstant cloud, Fleeing before the wind, Doth herald in another time; A season comes behind That trailing, flying mist. It heralds in the driving rain, The wild goose’s hurrying flight— The duck’s swift rocket past the sight Straight into the night.
William Binkley and Charles Purdy—long-sought poachers in Yellowstone Park, who, it is claimed, were implicated in the killing of a game warden there during the month of October—and A. G. Booth, a Los Angeles taxidermist, were arrested in this city on a felony charge yes terday, November 20th, by County Game Warden W. B. Morgan.
Knowing you to be always interested in fish and game protection in California, I thought you might like to know what was done at the Sportsmen's Convention, held at Monterey on November 9th and 10th, 1906. On Friday evening, November 9th, an open meeting was held in the Works opera house in the city of Monterey.
The subject had been ducks. It was autumn, and the flight was on. The Prize Liar had just finished an exciting but not wholly authentic tale of some remarkable marksmanship of his own in times past. He reared back in the saloon chair, placed his feet on the fender and waited for the exclamations of wonder that usually greeted his tales of prowess with gun and rod.
I have just returned from a hunting trip to Green valley, which is in the mountains northeast of San Bernardino, where I went in company with my father and several friends after deer, and, strange as it may seem, I was the only one successful in killing the game we were after.
The license system has proved the most successful method thus far devised of raising funds for game protection. It has undergone rapid development in recent years and has reached a point in nine states where the income which it has produced has placed the game warden department on a self-sustaining basis.
One of my nieces —she’s a pretty good-sized girl, being thirtysix years of age—lives on North Bend plantation, about ninety miles west of New Orleans. She was very anxious to have me visit her, which I did last Sunday, but could only stay there two nights and one day.
Blue grouse are plentiful in Diamond Park (about twelve miles from Hahn’s Peak, Colorado), and there are a good many deer, but they are hard to find, and need no protection legally. Mrs. H. killed seven big blue grouse with her little Savage .22 one forenoon, just above the camp, after a long climb to the top of one of the biggest mountains around the park.
I live in the best elk country in Wyoming, on the Gros Ventre river, which empties into Snake river in Jackson’s Hole, and would like to have you publish a few facts concerning the elk in our country. They are badly in need of a winter preserve where they will not be molested, and where, if the domestic stock are kept off, there will be sufficient range, and the best of feed, for all the elk that winter in Jackson’s Hole.
I have just noticed in your excellent publication for November an article from a gentleman in Tacoma, Washington, giving a number of measurements of the horns of mountain sheep. I have in my possession a pair of mountain sheep horns, taken from an animal which was killed a number of years ago on Old Ironsides, the highest mountain in Malheur county, Oregon, which is a spur of the Blue mountains, that I beg to submit, as follows:
I beg to enclose herewith a clipping from the St. Louis Globe Democrat of December 4, 1906, concerning the seizure of wild ducks. I take it that this clipping is of interest to you as well as to everybody who desires the preservation of our game birds, and I am sending it to you for such disposition as you may see fit to make of it.
At the meeting of the California Fish and Game Protective Association, held at Monterey, November 9-10, 1906, the following officers were elected: President, H. T. Payne; vice presidents, C. L. Powell of Pleasanton, Dr. I. W. Hayes of Grass Valley, A. S. Nichols of Sierra county, Chase Littlejohn of Redwood City, H. W. Keller of Los Angeles: secretary-treasurer, Ed Mocker of Santa Cruz.
Once more the time table has revolved and almost before we can catch our breath from the hurry of last Christmas—behold another is upon us and we are in the land of the sleigh-bell jingle and Old Kris. What a regular caller he is, and how quickly his visits seem to crowd upon each other the older we grow.
Ten years ago the founders of Outdoor Life were at work on the first issue of the magazine—on what was then intended should be merely a modest western publication of limited field and limited circulation —a little booklet wherein our western sportsmen could exchange experiences and talk to each other at short range.
We desire to say a few words to our readers this month on a theme which is dear to the heart of every nature lover, every sportsman, every admirer of our American commonwealth. As usual, it touches on the subject of our old hobby, game protection, but that need not necessarily make it a tiresome line of thought.
Come here, old fellow! It hurts, I know: There’s the pain of hell in rheumatic twinges! And it pains me, too, when I see you go Around on your legs with the stiffened hinges. It grieves me to look in your half-blind eyes, Which the gathering film will soon dim forever, And to think that a doggie about your size Will soon cross over the dark, death river— Must be torn away from the master who Has ever found you faithful and true.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
H. C., Reading, Pa.—Could you inform me in next number. how old a dog can be used for stud purpose with any degree of certainty as to getting results? Also, how can the age of a dog be judged? Answer.—Much depends on the individual and its general health and vigor.
The Red Fox and Its Milanotic Phases.— “I want information about the silver-gray fox, where it is domesticated, and with what success.”—H. McG., Sisson, California. I do not know where, if at all, “silver-grey foxes” are raised in domestication.
Backward, far backward, ’mid life’s rosy morning, No fonder remembrance our young lives o’erspread; Than the joys and the scenes, by pure love adorning— The cot of our childhood—the small trundle-bed. The low, wooden bed, The stout, fashioned bed, The plain, humble couch, to which we were wed.
Dr. R. L. Black, Denver, Colo.—I am very curious to know what the breech pressure would amount to in pounds per square inch with three drachms of Ballistite. Will same reader who is informed along this line please tell me? Answer.—Three drams af Ballistite weigh about 60 grains, and on the basis that 24 grains give a pressure of 2 4-5 tons, 60 grains would give a pressure of approximately, say, 6 4-5 tons to the square inch.
In our enthusiasm to protect our game (both large and small), we should not lose sight of a phase of out-door recreation which probably enlists more devotees among its ranks than any other form of sport—namely, our trout fishing interests.
We ofttimes judge a man or beast by what he or it does or has done for a particular community or people. Therefore, were that beautiful country, Canada, devoid of the sledge dog, would it be so prosperous? A rather pointed and farfetched question for the person to answer, who has never studied this animal’s habits, or who knows not what it can do.
Colorado trout fishermen have been very lenient in their objection to the spoliation of our best trout streams by stamp mills and other mining operations. The game laws specifically forbid the emptying of the tailings of these mills into the trout streams, without first building settling reservoirs for them.
At a recent meeting of the Executive Committee of the Racine Fly Casting Club the following chairmen were appointed for the various committees to take care of the International Tournament, which is to be held at Racine, Wisconsin, during August, 1907:
From the little “want” ad inserted in Outdoor Life I received letters from California, Montana, Idaho, Colorado, New York, Nebraska, Illinois, Utah and other states. EDWARD EDMUNDS. St. Paul, Minn. I feel like lifting up my voice and howling like a wolf.
Several times I have promised to write no more concerning the proposed new model single-action revolver, but later unexpected developments have as often induced me to enter the controversy (to many distasteful) which has, apparently, been already unnecessarily prolonged.
Which. in your opinion, is the most powerful rifle or carbine on the market, foreign and domestic, having the greatest killing power, velocity, accuracy and least recoil, having the most convenient magazine and best and strongest action; weight of bullet and powder charge, if statistics are handy; price, and lastly, if having a saddle ring on left side.
In an article entitled “Notes from the Sea Girt Meeting,” in the November number of Outdoor Life, I notice the writer, Mr. Barlow, referred to the slowness of communication from target to scorer, which, from his letter, seems to have made at each shot from the firing line at any and all distances.
INFORMATION ON THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT RIFLE.
Editor Outdoor Life
I should like to state for the benefit of Rolla Cummings that if he will join his state guard he will be permitted to use the United States government rifle and ammunition and will also find the rifle has a peep sight, although it is rather far from the eye for good shooting, but with the rough handling the gun gets, it would not be practical to have two rear sights. Oakland Cal. DR. GUY BROWN.
I had the Lyman Gunsight Corporation make me a No. 3 front sight with a very small ivory bead. Besides being a fine piece of workmanship, it is the best sight I have ever used for long distance, off-hand target shooting. The small white bead shows up clean and distinct with no glimmer or blurring and the accuracy with which a person can place his shots at a distance of five and six hundred yards is surprising.
Please put me down for two of the new Haines Model sixshooters—one for myself, one for my brother —if .45 caliber; or the .38 S. & W., if it can be loaded with a high power cartridge, so as to bring it up to the old “Peacemaker” in power. The .38 black powder is too light for a belt gun when alone ten miles from nowhere and trouble in sight.
I was very much interested in A. W. Lowdermilk’s article on “Revolver Grips” in the December number. The articles of Mr. Lowdermilk on “Grips” and of Ashley Haines on the shape of hammers, etc., shows that these men have had practical experience with revolvers and know exactly what they are talking about.
The acquisition of skill in revolver shooting largely depends upon your ability to effect the trigger release without deflecting the aim—without causing that almost imperceptible movement of the muzzle which induces the bullet to fly wild.
The Good Fairy and the Bunnies, by Allen Ayrault Green; 140 pages; A. C. McClurg & Co., publishers, Chicago. This is a Christmas book for children and opens up a new field of amusement for the young ones along a rather new line of thought. Mr. Green is decidedly original and has produced a book that is apt to open up suggestions to other writers for similar works treating of the animal kingdom.
Roads are the first step necessary in the development of any new section of country, and the better the roads the sooner the country reaches its highest state of development. In sections of the country where natural conditions are favorable and roads easy to be built the country developed fast, while in localities where conditions were unfavorable the settlement and development of a country has been slow.
A. W. Peterson of the Denver Rifle Club, and one of the oldest riflemen in the country, made a remarkable score at the range of this club on Sunday, December 1st. It was the occasion of the regular weekly shoot of the club, two members of which were present and witnessed the shooting, namely, L. B. Simmons and Geo. Edwards.
Pure milk is desirable wherever you camp, one or one thousand miles from civilization. Borden’s Eagle Brand Condensed Milk always opens up perfectly fresh, pure and satisfactory. It’s the first item thought of by the veteran camper.
I take three of the best sportsmen’s magazines and Outdoor Life is the best of the lot. J. O. WINFORD. Forest City, Ark. Of the four sporting magazines I take I derive more pleasure and knowledge from Outdoor Life than all the rest put together.
After more than a quarter of a century of successful operation the Enterprise Manufacturing Company of Akron, Ohio, justly lays claim to leadership in the industry of manufacturing fishing tackle and faces the future with largely increased facilities and every expectation of continued development.
The Ideal Mfg. Co., of New Haven, Conn., have sent us a copy of a letter which they have received from Capt. E. S. Jennings, Co. H. 3rd battalion N. Y. N. G., Auburn, New York, in which he is making claim for the highest figure of merit of any organization In the state of New York.
From the age of forty and up, we are all afflicted with what the learned oculist would call Prebyopia, or in plain English, old sight. The muscles that operate the accommodations of the eye for different distances become hard, and no longer able to perform their office.
Among the Parker gun winners of 1906, is O. N. Ford, of Kansas City, who has been doing some extraordinarily good work at the trap during the past season. In April, last, Ford obtained a month’s furlough, and in seven shoots at Leavenworth, Kansas City, Great Bend, Wichita, Coffeyville, Blackwell, Oklahoma, and Tulsa, Indian Territory, broke 2,887 out of a possible 3,055, or 94½ per cent., with a high run of 190 straight.
Owing to the necessity to secure larger space for its constantly growing business, the Colorado Tent & Awning Company of Denver have removed from their old quarters at 1617 Lawrence street, to the five-story building at 1638-42 Lawrence street.
We are publishing herewith a cut showing the new plant of the E. A. Pfleuger Co., Akron, Ohio, located at the intersection of North College street and Pennsylvania R. R. Machinery is now being installed and they are expecting to be in operation by March 1st, 1907.
The Matchless Cigar Lighter Mfg. Co., 16 John St., New York City, in a letter to the editor of this magazine, announces that if any of its readers using the “Matchless” lighter is not obtaining the fullest satisfaction, a letter to the home office describing the difficulty will bring forth an immediate remedy or a new lighter, as occasion demands.
In the Winchester advertisement in this issue of Outdoor Life can be seen an illustration and short description of this company’s new self-loading rifle, Model 1907. It is of .351 caliber, high-power, having a cartridge large and powerful enough for any big game found on this continent.
William Benner won the individual ownership of the cup emblematic of the championship of Chester county, Pennsylvania. This cup was won by the Chester team at the Tri-county Tournament. Mr. Benner used U. M. C. Arrow shells. At the shoot of the Watertown Gun Club, at Watertown, Massachusetts, November 24th (fifty shooters present), Roy, McArdle and Griffith won first, second and fourth general average respectively, all shooting Dead Shot Smokeless Powder.