After my return from our winter’s hunting and trapping away in that northern land I brought with me my two companions, Frank Paul and Tom Smith. I started in to show them life in a large city, and did my best to have them enjoy it; and they did to a certain extent, but they soon tired of it and I could see within two weeks that they were longing for the forest.
Among the sportsmen who have really done much to frame sentiment in the East favorable to game protection we do not believe that the records of any shine out more brightly than that of George Shiras 3d of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. Mr. Shiras was elected a few years ago to serve his state in Congress, and he has not only acquitted himself with honor and credit, but he has done much toward the passing of legislation favorable to our game.
Where the show-covered bowers are downy and white, And the tall spruce stands in the clear moonlight, A trapper lies snug in his tilt to-night High up in the Rockies. Free from the cares of the far, busy world, There where the smoke high to heaven has curled Above forest and steep, lost deep in his sleep, He rests in his furs.
I am fast approaching that period of my existence where I object to people writing about things of which they know next to nothing. These days every magazine and every periodical is filled with “fake” articles on a variety of subjects. There has sprung up within the last decade of years a corps of animal story writers of the Seton-Thompson stripe that have a facility with the pen that makes their stuff interesting reading, and among those who do not know it goes down as actual fact.
An even 15,000 feet is the altitude the books give for the volcano of Toluca in the state of Mexico. Just why it should have stopped growing when it reached this exact height can not readily be determined, for the mountain refuses absolutely to discuss the subject; but why it should want to grow any more is also a puzzling question.
One day as I stood at my window, In a mood to worry and fret— A little bird, in the yard without Looked up and said “Cheer-ett.” The snow fell fast on his tiny form, His plumage was soiled and wet, But, above the din of the wintry storm Came the two glad words, “Cheer-ett.”
It was getting along into the fag end of August and there were a select few of us who were becoming as feverish as the small boy who anticipates poking a pin into the giraffe at the circus. Peck had located a nice covey of birds up on the Thompson quarter, and we were keeping tab on it like a nurse on a millionaire baby.
Sportsmen all over the United States have read of the thrilling wild elk roundup last year on the Great Mesa along the Coast range, California, where a band of thirty-two beautiful, large specimens were captured and successfully transferred to the Sequoia National Park, near the Yosemite valley.
Us boys wus all tired from puttin’ up hay; But we heard of a dance only ten miles away; An’ there’s three of this crew that won’t pass up a chance To swap a night’s sleep for a good country dance. We got three horses' into the picket corral. They'd one of them never been ridden at all; But us boys settled quickly, we tossed up a plunk, An’ it fell to Tom’s lot to bestraddle the bronc’.
I felt much dissatisfied in being unable to get more game for the hard work I had done in the Olympics, as related in my article in the January number of Outdoor Life, entitled “Hunting in the Olympic Mountains,” and as my husband felt compelled by business to return to the Hawaiian islands he persuaded me to stay on in British Columbia to see what further sport I could get there.
We were on our way to New Ontario to photograph some pine on a timber berth of an English company. The bow swerved in the swift water at the foot of the ragged rapids and swept broadside to the current into an eddy. Here we sat and watched the two young redskins, mere boys of sixteen, force their "dugout" up the foaming, roaring current.
One beautiful morning in summer I went To collect from my tenant the incoming rent, To extract, as it were, the nut from the burr— Transfer to my pocket that twenty-five per—. The bumble-bee buzzed on the holly-hock stock, As I entered the yard with a landlordly walk, And with a swell air in most dignified mode, I knocked at the door of that humble abode.
A recent visit to the “Land of the Midnight Sun” has enabled me to make a study of the canine denizens of the country, which are apparently about as numerous as the human population. The dogs of Alaska may be divided into two general classes: inside dogs, those of native stock; and outside dogs, those of introduced breeds.
Old Winter, reigning for a day, Has shrouded all the world in white; And hung a curtain, leaden-gray, Across October’s sky so bright. Birch trees that stood as spectral brides, In Autumn’s wood, not long ago, Are dark and dingy now beside The virgin beauty of the snow.
This year there were five of us besides the cook and Wheaton, the handy man. During the summer and fall I occasionally got word from Powers that the camp was being built and would probably be satisfactory in every way. Four of us—Block, Grimm, Thomas and I—left St. Paul in the afternoon on November 6th.
I am enclosing herewith a photograph of a wild cat which I caught and photographed last winter here in the Olympic mountains, hoping that you may find it interesting enough to warrant reproducing it in Outdoor Life, my favorite magazine, which I have taken and preserved all the numbers of for about six years.
Perhaps a few words concerning the sunken lands of Arkansas and Missouri, its general character, opportunities for sport, and the people who inhabit that region may be read with interest by some brother sportsman who, in his wanderings, perchance may have invaded this wild domain.
Interest, nationally, in the effort to save our big wild game is stronger at the present time than ever before. Public opinion is beginning to view this question from a new and the correct standpoint, with the result that all of the states are endeavoring to pass and perfect such laws as will save the pitiful remnant of the game that is left.
Why is it that the average sportsman is held in such contempt by the guides and hunters of the backwoods? Why is it that sportsmen are invariably referred to as “tenderfeet” or “dudes”? Now, it happens that I’ve been able actually to make friends with many guides and to hunt with them as a friend and not an employer.
The following letters have been received at this office during the past month on the above subject from parties seeing the articles heretofore published, and in answer to letters written by us asking for more information. I read in the December number of Outdoor Life about “A Guide’s Rash Offer.”
Mr. Edward K. Carr of Kerrville, Texas, has taken A deep interest in the introduction of skylarks and other birds into the state of Texas, and lately addressed a letter on the subject to another well-known naturalist of the Northwest, Mr. C. F. Pfluger of Portland, Oregon.
The provincial government of British Columbia is now being strongly urged by Dr. W. T. Hornaday to set aside the fine mountain area between the Elk and the Bull rivers in the Fernie district of southeastern British Columbia as a game and forest reserve.
President Roosevelt and members of the Boone and Crockett Club have taken up the petition of 200 sportsmen in Spokane to stop the wholesale destruction of game birds and their eggs in Alaska, and it is more than likely that Major Matson, a federal government employe in the northland, will be called to account.
When I was young and new to the West, I made the acquaintance of Joe H., who had previously spent two or three years on the range. The stories he told of the buffalo were new to me then, and may be new to the younger generation now. The accounts of his experiences were mostly along the Kansas Pacific. He told how Thomas Daley of Ellis, and Pete Roubidoux of Wallace were the principal outfitters of buffalo hunters in that section, when the business was in its heyday. The good old reliable Sharp’s rifle of .45 or .50 bore, with its enormous weight and long range, was the usual arm.
About one-half the states have made changes in the amount of the license fee since the first adoption of their license laws, and in some cases these alterations have been so frequent as to convey the impression that the fees are subject to considerable fluctuation.
In the last issue of your magazine I see you question if there are any mule-tail deer in California. There are, plenty of them here, and I am enclosing a picture of one that I killed last August and whose tail shows for itself in the picture. This deer dressed almost 200 pounds, with head and neck off, cut close to the shoulders, feet off, and stripped of inside fat.
Frank Mossman, an old-time western hunter and one of the earliest contributors to Outdoor Life, is now game warden at Olympia, Washington, and doing splendid service. There are few men better qualified to act in this capacity than he. In his recommendations for better laws he advises an act prohibiting the hounding of deer.
I killed a few quail the past fall, and found, in nearly half of them, a worm which resembles a tape worm. Kindly inform me if it is a tape worm; if it is dangerous to eat such birds; and what causes it in so many? GEO. W. HAULENBECK. Paden, Ind. Ter.
A lake perch in shade of a dock was reposing, The foxy old sinner, He’d sent all the youngsters to school and was dozing And dreaming of dinner. A fat little worm thro the waters came wiggling; The lake perch espied it; And soon a bright cork at surface was jiggling, A small boy beside it.
We would like to see every sportsman in America (if that were possible) read the article in our “Game Field" department of this issue by Lieutenant Townsend Whelen entitled, “The Sportsman and His Guide.” No one but a thorough woodsman could write such an article, and none but an experienced hunter could give vent to such sentiments as he has expressed.
The protection of our partridges and other upland game birds is getting to be a more serious problem every year. With the depletion of proper cover by severe winters; with the army of sportsmen constantly growing and the number of birds yearly diminishing; with importations of these birds proving in many cases failures, surely the quail, more particularly, needs the attention of our law-makers and the sympathy and sentiment of our farmers and our sportsmen.
We believe a change should be made in the open season for deer in Colorado as has been suggested by one of our contributors, Guy M. Stealey, in this issue. As a matter of fact, a good cause can be advanced against almost any month, but we believe that the month of October, or a portion of that month, could be set aside as an open season with fewer objections than any in the year.
A brook curled down through the pasture green, With gurgle and tumble and leap, Over sands of gold, near where mosses lean, With ripple and murmur and creep. Oh, a wonderful stream is a boy’s own stream— A river of pure delight, Where the days flow swift as a summer dream, And the end of the world is night.
I have been asked to give my opinion on the Savage rifle. Through the columns of Outdoor Life. While I have never actually owned one of these rifles, I have had excellent opportunities to judge of their value. Many times I have hunted with men who used this rifle.
Every now and then, I see articles in the arms and ammunition department of your magazine on this subject—sometimes an article on one page condemning the high power rifle, and, on the very next, one consigning the old black powder gun to outer darkness.
I think it would be of great interest to your readers if those who have used the Hoxie mushroom bullet would state their experiences with it, especially on big game, giving particulars of the wound made at entry of bullet and the description of bullet if found in the carcass.
I have been very much interested in the department of your magazine devoted to revolvers and revolver shooting. I have read the correspondence bearing on the ideal shooting arm of this kind and agree with most of the writers as to the excellence of such a model as the suggested “Haines” but while there may be no model arm now manufactured of large calibre, yet I think this is more than true of the small calibre target arm.
I have been getting Outdoor Life for about two years at the news stands, and would say that the the arms and ammunition department attracts my attention first of all. The many articles are interesting, especially those by Messrs. Lowdermilk and Haines. The
I have been a constant reader of Outdoor Life for a considerable time, and derive great pleasure from it—especially the portion devoted to the discussion of arms and ammunition, The various makes of rifles, styles of rifling, and the effectiveness of the different cartridges, are so well discussed and the ground covered in such a thorough and clearheaded manner by Messrs. Haines, De Angelis and others, who are so well versed on the subject, that I have been hoping for a considerable time that some of these gentlemen would give the matter of sights a little of their attention.
Many people have written to me in the last three years, asking for my opinion as to the feasibility of using soft uncoated bullets with smokeless high power powder in such quantity as to produce a velocity of at least 1,700 feet per second with a bullet of at least 400 grains weight, to be used in the well-known and justly popular Winchester ’86 Model, .45-70 and .45-90.
Having read in your valuable magazine different articles pertaining to the relative merits of the .303 Savage and .32 Special, I would like to give my experience with them. I have experimented a good deal, but never got good results with the .303 with lead bullets, as the barrels leaded badly, no matter how hard I made the bullets; but with factory cartridge it is powerful enough for the biggest game in this country.
A great deal is being written about automatic pistols and rifles but I notice very little said about the new automatic shotguns. Now I am using one of these and find that the absence of recoil almost doubles the pleasure of a day afield. As to shooting—both for pattern and penetration—my gun is equal to any double or repeating gun that I know of.
For several years —ever since I first saw your magazine—I have been one of its enthusiastic admirers, and while not a subscriber, on account of frequent change of address, I purchase a copy (the first I can find) of Outdoor Life each month for myself, and also extra copies monthly which I forward to others in different parts of the state with whom I have hunted at one time or another.
The Christmas shoot of the Pueblo Gun Club, which was held all day yesterday on the West Abriendo grounds, was well attended and much interest was taken in the different events. A large number of the best shots in the Arkansas valley were in attendance and some good scores were made.
The Seventh Annual Tournament of the Indoor Rifle League of Chicago was held on the range of the Lincolns, commencing on the evening of December 6th, continuing on the evening of the 7th and afternoon and evening of the 8th and all day and evening of the 9th, and proved to be one of the most exciting and successful meets the League has ever held.
Just a few words in regard to ammunition: Many kinds of guns and many kinds of ammunition have their advocates. The writer pins his faith to the .303 Savage, but we really need a different cartridge for deer shooting. Everybody seems to have gone crazy on the mushroom bullets.
Captain Frank Fromm, probably the most expert shot in the Northwest, has reorganized the Spokane Rifle and Revolver Club, with quarters in the Finley block, where a 20-yard range has been established for revolver and rifle practice. No piece larger than .44 calibre will be allowed, and smokeless powder must be used.
The Doctor was an expert with a double-barreled gun, And, I tell you what, he made the feathers fly when he was out for fun! But one strange fact I must relate, to you it may be new: The hide and meat both disappeared when e’er the feathers flew. He banged and shot both right and left, at ducks and geese galore, Until his gun was smoking hot and his arm almost too sore; And yet his bag grew still more lank as out the shells he drew, While the hides and meat still kept on by to where the feathers flew.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
J. M., Mount Vernon, Wash.—I would like to know how the bull terrier is as a watchdog? Are they severe and savage? Do they bark much or will they bite people when not necessary? Is it a large breed? Answer.—The bull terrier is quick to take offense from other dogs, and is a tenacious fighter; as a companion, however, he is docile and affectionate—pleasant disposition as a rule.
Pizarro’s bones repose in the old cathedral in Lima, Peru, and are exposed to the view of the curious for the price of a few centavos. This was Pizarro! this the captain bold Who crushed the Inca Empire in Christ’s name, And made of tears his road to deathless fame, And raven’d hearths to glut his greed for gold!
The “Civet Cat” or Cacomistle.—“What is a civet cat? We have an animal by that name. It is about the size and shape of a mink, with body light brown. It has a long, bushy tail, with several black rings, like a coon’s. Goodrich’s Illustrated Natural History says that there are two species of civets, one living in North Africa, the other in India.
When he was in Omaha recently Col. William F. Cody (“Buffalo Bill”) told his friends what he claims to be a new story on President Roosevelt: “When President Roosevelt was hunting bears and other big game out in Colorado some time ago,” Col.
Since the days of my earliest recollection I have been a passionate lover of outdoor life. Hunting has always been my hobby and I have spent much time afield that, I have no doubt, might have been more profitably employed.
Several times, when reading the “Outdoor Wrinkles,” I have thought of a pack-saddle for use on a two-legged horse or burro, that I saw while in Alaska. It was away ahead of anything of the kind I ever saw for ease and comfort in carrying a heavy load or to pull a sled by when one did not wish to be deprived of the freedom of his hands.
The following is an old German recipe for waterproofing cloth: Use 2 gallons sweet skim-milk and 1 gallon raw linseed oil. Mix and put in a jug or other vessel in a warm place. Stir once or twice a day for several days, or until fermentation begins.
Probably the largest collection of elk teeth in the world is in the possession of John D. Losekamp of Billings, Montana. This is no particular credit to Mr. Losekamp from a sportsman’s standpoint, as the value placed upon such teeth has been the cause of thousands of magnificent bull elk losing their lives.
Wm. Glaze, Emery Gap, X. M.—Having been to both trouble and expense in raising dogs for coursing coyotes, we have a new trouble to contend with. Parties in this vicinity are using poison in baits and in any carcass they find. They just laugh at us when told we are apt to lose dogs that cost from $10 to $40.
Come, Love, cease thy dreaming; Come where stars are beaming; Where the firefly gleaming Darts thro’ mossy dell; Where the pale moon glancing, Sheds her beams entrancing, Nature’s charms enhancing: There ray love I’ll tell. Where the night-bird singing, Joy and gladness bringing, Care and sorrow winging, I would fly with thee.
We always take off our hat to genius and enterprise, and lift it a few inches higher and bow a little lower when the result of such is attained through hard effort and conscientious attention to business. Tom Botterill, old-time cycle racer, ex-salesman in a cycle store, ex-manager of a manufacturing company's branch store, and ex everything else that meant hustle and get-up, has bought out the Denver branch store of the George N. Pierce Company and is now in full control of the store which for years he managed so successfully for the above company.
SPORTSMEN EVERYWHERE ARE LEARNING TO BE TAXIDERMISTS.
IT HAS COME TO OUR NOTICE very forcibly of late that more and more of the sportsmen are mounting their own specimens of all kinds. This is a most laudable condition, and if our prophecy be true, it is only a short time until every man who owns a gun and hunts game, either large or small, will consider it a necessity to know not only the rudiments of Taxidermy, but the art in its various interesting branches.