The northbound Mexican Centra! was stalled by an extensive washout, a long, many-spanned iron bridge over the Rio Concho having been swept off its piers by a great rush of debris— bridges from up stream, and water, the result of heavy rains in the wide area drained by the Concho.
Our camp lay in a ravine. A steep monutain sheltered it from the north wind. I had often wished to indulge my taste for excitement and longed to explore this particular peak of the Rocky mountains. Ours was only a pleasure party, but its rules were stringent, nevertheless.
We are not a chronic fisher. We (speaking with the editorial license gleaned from having run a ‘‘ weakly ’’ until we owed the postmaster so much for postage that we traded jobs)—we do not follow it as a business nor as a relief from the carking cares of a commercial life.
Fine traceries of birch, and here and there The heavier scrawl of maple, ash, and oak; Scribbling of larches, with the bold black stroke Of Norway pines, and dash of spruces where The forest clambers on from knoll to knoll And writes in hieroglyphics on the scroll Of sunset all her children’s names with care.
Before I begin the discussion of the American black bears, the reader must be made to understand the exact relationship existing between them and the so-called “cinnamon bear,” which for years has been the cause of much discussion in sportsmen’s magazines.
Oh, I hear the wood-thrush singing, ever singing, singing, singing In the bosket on the border of the hill, And I see the lily swinging, ever swinging, swinging, swinging With the ripples on the bosom of the rill. Oh! the balmy breczes blowing, softly blowing, blowing, blowing From the spicy isles so far, so far away, And the greening grasses growing, ever growing, growing, growing Bid me listen to the summons and obey.
Sam Johnsing loved Lucinda Brown, Lucinda loved Sam, too, But old man Brown swore up and down Anent the things he’d do. And so Luncinda vowed that sne Would slyly run away While father Brown slept peacefully Before the break of day. Brown was the melon man, I trow, A good one, too—they say That he could see those melons grow A full half-mile away; And tell when they were ripe just by The perfume on the wind, Or by the sound a gnat or fly Would make upon the rind.
During the seven years which it has been my good fortune to live for the most part in this country, I have had ample leisure to indulge in my most favorite pastime, viz., shooting and fishing. The former I much prefer, be it with rifle or shot gun; nevertheless, I can look back with no small amount of pleasure to the many happy and exciting days I have spent on the great rivers and lakes which abound in this province (British Columbia), for nearly all these are well stocked with splendid trout.
Lloyd braced his fishing rod against a boulder, and intently scanned the surface of the lagoon. “Not a ripple anywhere,” he remarked to himself, “nor a sniff of a breeze; and the tide’s going out. I might as well quit. Fishing, so far as salmon trout are concerned, is all off for this day.”
A trout within a little pool Beside the current’s rush, Had lived his little life within It’s calm, untroubled hush. And he was very keen to see What life in other parts might be. He often stared at bolder fish That now and then would roam With careless air of savoir faire Before his humble home.
You may talk of “honk!”’ of autos, and of thrills as fife and drum Mark the time when passing soldiers make the small boy wild. But come, Just you get him out in springtime as the starlight falls so still, And wild geese are honking overhead if you would have him thrill!
Silence the soul’s voice is: Once, after rain, When violet mist, deep-hued with coming night, O’er-swam the mountain tops, I sought in vain For words to offer up my heart’s delight. Yet had I found fit speech in songful praise The less were I—the less all beauty’s wcrth ; That exquisite, elusive purpled haze Had lost its fineness in a touch of earth.
Hunting the carnivora of our mountains and plains has always formed for me sport of the most intense interest, and whether it is driving or riding after coyotes on the plains, or riding with dogs among the piñons and cedars after lion, bear or lynx, I am equally entertained.
Night on the mountains—beautiful night! The bright.stars are beaming with silvery light, And the pale crescent moon, sailing calmly on high Looks down on the earth from her home in the sky; Oh, the sunniest day has no lovelier sight, Than the tranquil repose cf the beautiful night.
Some Valuable Suggestions From Walton’s “Complete Angler.“
Few anglers give to the cooking of their catch the same careful personal attention that Izaak Walton gave. He was not only expert in the catching of all sorts of finny game, but he was an authority as well on the cooking of it. His directions for the preparation of the fish for the frying pan were as complete as his instructions for the angling.
Any person who is fond of hunting and has lived in Colorado a few years, cannot resist the fever as the different game seasons come on. When one comes home from work, tired, on an evening in September, and smells the autumn leaves burning, he knows the season for deer is on.
I would like to add a word or two to the fruitful efforts you have made from time to time in regard to the protection of the bear. My state, for the past fifteen years, has had a bounty of $5 upon the scalp of every bear. A few of us succeeded this year in getting the Legislature to remove that bounty, and it is hoped we will be able to secure protection and a closed season for the bear at the next session of the Legislature. The sheepherders kill more bear than all the sportsmen together.
I am sending you by this mail a photograph showing a fourteen-foot sea lion, also a photograph showing the skull of an ordinary sized grizzly bear. Note the similarity of the grizzly bear and sea lion skulls. I placed a silver dollar along the side of each skull to give you some idea of the size, but as the dollar took very light in the photograph it does not show up well.
Every man has a hobby of some sort. Some have several and ride them to a finish and never “pull leather ' once. As the readers are no doubt aware, I am no exception, but could hardly be classed with the “one-hobby” man as I have several, and one of these is hunting knives.
It is with no little satisfaction that we note the fruit borne by our efforts during the past ten years to induce the Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks to discourage the wearing of elks' teeth. All this work found a happy culmination during the past session of the Wyoming Legislature, when Hon. S. N. Leek, a member from Uintah county, and a well-known guide and big game photographer, presented (and had passed) a memorial requesting all lodges of the B. P. O. E. in the United States to refrain from wearing elks' teeth and to discourage the practice as much as possible; also asking the Grand Exalted Ruler of the order to send letters to every subordinate lodge embodying this request.
Messrs. Binkley and Purdy, the parties that were some time ago arrested for the wholesale killing of elk in Wyoming and shipping them to California, pleaded guilty to-day (April 26th) and were fined by Judge Dietrich $200 each; this being the limit.
In the District Court to-day the case of Territory vs. Rock Island Railroad, growing out of the car of quail confiscated by Game Warden Watrous, in this city last winter, was called. The law provides a fine of $500 against any common carrier hauling the game out of the territory.
Of all the men who thus far have written for your columns, Dr. W. A. Allen, of Billings, Montana, is the one who has most conclusively proven that “a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.” Ordinarily, it is contrary to my rules of right living to waste time in holding up to public scorn the errors of others.
When misrepresentation is employed to advance any idea or argument, the foundation of that argument crumbles and the argument itself is weakened. I refer to the article in your May number by T. W. Eaton, entitled "A Chicago View of the Guide Question."
Lieutenant Whelen’s recent article seems to have stirred up considerable criticism from many quarters. Mr. Brown’s attack can hardly be called temperate criticism, and it is questionable taste for one sportsman to so harshly judge another.
I have been reading the articles of Mr. Brown and Lieutenant Whelen. I think the friends of Lieutenant Whelen are too arduous in his defense, as it gives the other fellow too much advertising, and that is just what he most likely wants. I was born in Colorado in 1869, when every man was his own guide and have hunted and fished for a good many years under nearly all conditions, and for all kinds of game, and have killed my share.
Since Levant Fred Brown’s attack on Lieutenant Whelen was published, and since the controversy over the Winchester and Remington automatics was started, we have received so many letters from our readers on these subjects that if we published them all we would be compelled to enlarge the magazine.
We often receive communications intended for publication from our readers where the name of the author is withheld. Such manuscripts are signed under a “nom de plume,” and as we are at a loss to know who the writer is, they invariably go to their proper place in the waste basket.
It is a matter to be regarded with extreme satisfaction by sportsmen and nature lovers everywhere that the United States government is taking a lesson from the past experience of the states in game protection, and is establishing proper protection for the big game of Alaska.
When in a recent issue we referred to a weakness in the new Colorado game law we had not in mind the fact that the new statute offers no protection at all to any fish except trout. Under the new order' of things a man may fish for bass, croppies, white fish, or any other varieties of food fish with which our lakes and streams abound, and while doing so catch trout which he may or may not retain, as his conscience dictates.
The publisher of a magazine of our character stands in a peculiar position with regard to its advertisers and its correspondents. It must be just to its advertisers—and in fact all gun and accessory manufacturers—and yet it must not place a restraint on the honest opinions of its contributors and readers.
The Ruby-Crowned Kinglet.—“For several days this spring, there was a tiny bit of a bird not as large as a chickadee, in the hemlock and shade trees about my house. It was greenish on the body and when it turned its read just right, I saw that the top of its head was almost fire red.
Sweet flower in spring time blooming, Thy praises have been sung before, Through countless, bygone ages; Thy modesty, told o’er and o’er By poets, lovers, sages. But violet, none ever yet Has fathomed half the mystery Of thy being—wee, woodland flower; So little, man can understand The songs on Nature’s pages.
Y. Z., Yampa, Colo.—I noticed the article in last month’s Outdoor Life entitled “Who Owns the Bear?” This brings to my mind another incident which might be of interest to your readers. It is this: A. owns a private park in Colorado and owns four elk.
Gunsights have been used in one form or another ever since the introduction of fire arms. Many and varied have been the forms used by the makers; and the users of the weapons have been trying these three hundred years to improve on these sights furnished by the makers.
I am another Haines advocate, stronger than horseradish. I would purchase one as soon as they were put on the market, because I think they are the gun for every kind of shooting—not too large and heavy. I would prefer .38 special calibre, something with enough power to be accurate and have killing power.
If I had known six years ago what I know now, it would have saved me a great deal of time and money, so I may be able to help some “beginner” like myself. First, I believe, and I think most hunters agree with me, that the best gun for any kind of game bigger than a rabbit, is a high-power rifle using metal patched soft point bullets, on account of their mushrooming qualities, flat trajectory, and smokeless powder.
One of the most important matters that have confronted riflemen since the introduction of the modern high power rifles is the development of a cast alloy bullet that could be fired from the quick twist rifles at the same velocity as the regular metal patch bullet witnout “stripping,” “leading” or “fusing.”
There is but one point of apparent advantage that automatic arms possess over arms that are hand functioned; you can fire a few shots a little more rapidly. In every other respect they are inferior to arms that have already been developed, perfected and have made good.
It is undoubtedly a fact that many excellent rifles are condemned as inaccurate when the fault lies entirely with the marksman. The procuring of a good group from a rifle is really an art in itself, many little precautions often being overlooked which tend to give even shooting.
In Mr. Linkletter’s article for March I notice that he says he has no appliance for turning a revolver barrel out of the frame without marring it. Now I don’t want the reader for a moment to think I am a gunsmith, but on several occasions it has been necessary for me to remove old barrels from revolvers and replace them with new. The method may seem rather strange to many, but as It always worked successfully and being so very simple, I feel like mentioning it for the benefit of those who may some time wish to do work of this kind.
I am greatly interested in the Arms and Ammunition department of Outdoor Life and always read every word of it before I as much as glance at the other contents. I note with much satisfaction what Mr. De Angelis writes in the April number about metal-patched bullets.
After following the large vs. small bore discussion in the different magazines, I would like a few words on this subject if I may be allowed the space in your columns, and would like very much to hear your readers’ opinion regarding what I have in mind.
The exhibit of shotguns at the Sportsman’s Show is remarkable every year. Sportsmen of the first half of the nineteenth century would open their eyes in blank amazement could they look upon the shotgun of the present day. After that period improvements followed each other in such rapid succession that the flintlocks of all guns that were used during the first quarter soon became mere objects of curiosity.
Please let the readers of the absorbingly interesting Arms and Ammunition Department join me in smiling at and taking a warning from the recent experiences of a couple of Kansas City sportsmen and experimenters in the ammunition line. Not content with loading their own cartridges they thought to "go it one better” and hatch out a new hobby, by making their own powder.
The following letter was sent to our Mr. Ashley A. Haines, whose answer to Mr. Heagney may interest our readers, so we publish both question and answer: Would you please answer the following questions in the columns of Outdoor Life? (1) Will a quick twist rifle, such as .30-30 Savage, lead when using a supplemental chamber with lead bullets, and is it best to use smokeless instead of black powder?
Ever since last May, when I first heard of your splendid work for the Haines Model revolver, I have been intending to write you my views on the subject. I have carefully followed your work since then and want to congratulate you on it. I come to you with a few suggestions to make, the result of my short experience with a Colt’s D. A. .38 Army.
I have noticed so much in these columns about revolvers and the merits of the different makes that I have been led to wonder why so much importance is being attached to them. I take it for granted that the writers are sportsmen. I have always looked on the revolver as a weapon of defense and for target practice, but not of any use at all when hunting game.
I have hunted big game in the northwest, that is north Michigan, Wisconsin and Minnesota. My first high pressure smokeless rifle was a .25-35 cal., which I still consider large and powerful enough for any game in North America, unless it be grizzly bear.
I notice in your April issue an article by John J. Beckett, Grand Forks, British Columbia, regarding a lighter rifle for deer. I think if Mr. Beckett will investigate the Featherweight Savage (weight six lbs.) he will find just what he is looking for.
Please allow me space in your highly-prized publication to thank Mr. De Angelis for the full measure of justice that he did me in his article in the April issue. If I could live a hundred years and thank him every day I would still be in his debt.
The chief concern of every camper is to obtain substantial nourishment in compact form. No camp or cabin is complete without its supply of Borden’s Eagle Brand Condensed Milk and Peerless Brand Evaporated Milk. They have no equal for coffee, fruits and cereals.
This new book (12 mo., $1.25 net, published by Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York) will have an interest for every American sportsman who has followed the writings of Mr. McGaffey. Mr. McGaffey holds a place in the hearts of nature lovers and sportsmen occupied by but few men.
At Utica, Ohio, April .3-4, first and third general average, and first, second and third amateur averages were won by shooters who used Dupont Smokeless. At the same tournament D. D. Gross made a run of 122, J. R. Taylor one of 120, while Dr. W. E. Wiyrich and W. R. Chamberlain, amateurs, made runs of 88 and 73, respectively.
We present herewith a photograph of one of the most popular and successful hotel men in the West, Mr. Elmer zE. Lucas, manager of the beautiful Hotel Colorado of Glenwood Springs, Colorado. It was here that President Roosevelt and his staff stopped on the occasion of the President’s last hunt in Colorado, and it is a fact worthy of mention that more notable people have stopped at the Hotel Colorado while on hunting trips in this state than at any other hotel in Colorado.
The C. P. Goerz American Optical Co. of New York have recently placed on the market a telescope—the “Certar”—for rifles, which is claimed to be “the best ever.” The following figures relate to the Certar 2 3-4 scope: Field at 100 feet distance, 17 feet; length of scope, 11 3-8 inches; weight, 11 3-8 ounces.
About the greatest attraction in Wyoming is the Teton mountains (Pilot Knobs) in the northwest part of the state, the highest and most rugged within Wyoming’s confines, visible for a hundred miles in almost any direction, whose dark and mysterious cañons and towering peaks have been viewed by thousands, yet whose depths and mysteries are as little known as any mountain range in the West.
“Pagosa Springs, the Carlsbad of America,” is the title of a beautifully printedbooklet just issued by the passenger department of the D. & R. G. railway, Denver. The elevation of Pagosa Springs (7,000 feet) and the beautiful pine forest surroundings make it one of the most delightful summer resorts in Colorado.
The Marble Safety Axe Company of Gladstone, Mich., has recently put out a pocketrifle and revolver rod which is guaranteed not to break. The handle can be put on any section. A slight pressure makes it grip rod securely. Handle is steel, nickel plated.
The Worthington Gun Club of Worthington, Minn., announces July 25-26 as the dates for its annual shooting tournament. There is someone in the employ of the Metropolitan Air Goods Company of Reading, Mass., that deserves a medal. Not contented with originating a wind, water and coldproof sleeping pocket with an air bed inside, this genius has invented a device making the Comfort Sleeping Pocket into a hammock, a mosquito netting attachment, and, to cap the climax, their new circular shows how the Comfort Sleeping Pocket can, in a few minutes, be made to serve as a table.