Since the fall of 1901, my brother, Dr. H. E. Houston, and I have taken an annual hunting trip in the Rocky Mountains for big game, usually accompanied by some of our intimate friends, who, we know, enjoy hunting and outdoor life. Before proceeding, I wish to make a few remarks concerning vacations.
Incidentally, How a Pot-Hunter Kills His Geese For Market
WM. M. ROBB
Catahoula Lake, in Louisiana, is situated in Catahoula Parish, eighteen miles from the nearest railroad station, and can be reached in three ways: One, by wagon, from Antonio, on the St. Louis, Iron Mountain & Southern railroad; the second, horseback from the last station on the southern end of the Louisiana & Arkansas railroad, Trout by name; the third, by pirogue or canoe from Winnfield, Louisiana, through Little River and Old River, or, if you wish to shorten the work, by short cuts through bayous which exist, or not, according to the state of the water.
Stung again! In the same place, too. Looking back at what we have been through causes huge drops of angry perspiration to chase each other up and down our palpitating exterior. If we had that wind-inflated young sprout, Bud Fisher, here at this writing we'd do our darnedest to kill him with a club.
No one ever had a better friend or merrier comrade than Jack. My father, who had gotten him from a man that knew nothing of his previous history, had brought home the little waif to adopt him into our family, and none of us had cause to regret it.
Oh, great, gray rock, against whose mossy base The airy ferns and dainty grasses rest, As little children, weary of their play, Repose themselves upon their mother's breast, Pray tell me, ancient one, how came you here, Where rounded hills swell softly to the sky?
Sinking in the purple and splendor, Touching the mountains with gold, Glancing back from the snow-caps Centuries—centuries old! Twilight now falls in the valleys, Into the cañons the night, Plains are bathed in the brightness Of the day’s last golden light.
I enclose an article on birds and snakes, this as a result of actual experiences I have had with snakes in connection with birds and their nests. The first I will relate occurred on July 4, 1906, in the cottonwood grove between our club house and the lake at Barr, Colorado.
I'm only a little brooklet, But merrily do I sing, And pass the stones as I roll by, With a splash and an echoing ring. I never loiter on my way, But I am always on the run, From late at night to early dawn, My work is never done, For travel on I always must, Until I reach the sea, Where, cradled on the great blue waves, A part of it I'll be.
From the center of a triangular grass plot, designated as "Pioneer Square,” Seattle’s Totem Pole looks down on the busy thoroughfare of First Avenue, while the march of civilization progresses, and time marks many epochs in the history of "The Queen City of the West.”
Four years ago last July I went down into Lower California, a state of the Mexican republic and little known, to get photos and data on the big copper mines down at Santa Rosalia, the big game (mountain sheep, etc.) in the San Pedro Martir Mountains, and also to get a story or two on the Seri Indians which inhabit the west coast of the peninsula about half way down—a particularly bad lot, by the way, for some eight years ago they killed and are supposed to have eaten a couple of newspaper men who were sent down by the San Francisco "Examiner” to feature them in their stronghold on Tiburon Island in the Gulf of California.
De fros' is comin' soon. Ah knows it By de feelin' in mah bones, An' by de soun' ob nuts a-fallin' An' de way de night win' moans. 'Bout time dem vahments wus a-feedin' In de hill an' in de vale— But hush! Ah heah dat sof', sweet music Ob mah possum dawg on trail!
I am sending you a photo that has a history attached to it. On any cloudy day in the afternoon if you take a picture of this meadow looking southwest you will get this cross on the negative, but there is no sign of the cross to the eye at any time. The cross must have been about 350 or 400 yards from the camera when I took this picture.
Once a Man constructed a Thing that would leak molasses, vinegar, kerosene and maple syrup without mixing. He was called an Inventor. As soon as he discovered that he was an Inventor he built a commodious building and went inside to Think. While thus engaged a Thought occurred to him and the Inventor began on his New Idea.
The first ancestor of Quanah Parker, of whom there remains any authentic record, is John Parker, who in 1833 founded Fort Parker, which was situated near the present city of Groesbeck, Texas. John had one son, Silas M., who in turn had two children, John and Cynthia Anne, the latter being mother of Quanah, the subject of this article.
Has any reader ever pondered over the types of man found amongst the animals? While lying on a bed which brought a weary body little rest this morning as "the gray dawn was breaking,” I noticed a flock of crows which, placing sentinels on the towers and gables within range of my eye, proceeded to alight in back yards to loot them.
The mountain sheep is pretty generally regarded by hunters as being the wariest, wildest, cleverest animal that there is to hunt on this continent, and he generally makes good his reputation. In the fall of 1906 the writer had the pleasure of hunting sheep in perhaps one of the most beautiful hunting countries to be found in the entire stretch of the Rocky Mountains.
Near the little town of Del Norte in Southern Colorado lives Albert H. Pfeiffer, a tall, muscular man, whose chief pride is in the fact that he is godson of Kit Carson, the famous Indian fighter. Mr. Pfeiffer’s father was Col. A. H. Pfeiffer of the United States Army, who fought Indians with Kit Carson in the early days of Arizona and New Mexico.
I have been lately thinking, Brother Pioneer, of the days of long ago, when from the land of the rising sun we turned our faces toward where settlement and civilization had just begun, the western frontier. Daily, many we would meet who had turned back with cold feet, swearing there was no gold at Pike's Peak, but with heavy canvas-covered freight wagon, drawn by four yokes of good steers, with sideboards wide piled high with plunder, and with a cow led by rope, and a coop of chickens swung under, we felt hopeful and as determined as the bulldog under the wagon.
For the past five years Capt. Thomas S. Baldwin, the celebrated aërialist, in conjunction with G. H. Curtiss, of world's record time-breaking fame, has been working upon a new system airship, which was recently completed, making its initial trip in Hammonds-port, New York, June 27th.
In this number there is a story in the first part of the magazine by Dr. R. Houston in which he records an instance of a grizzly bear covering up its dead prey, much the same as a mountain lion or lynx does. It being such an extraordinary occurance—one which we had never before heard of in any species of the family—we wrote to some Western big game guides, asking what observations they had made along this line, and the conditions, if any, under which discoveries of this kind had been made.
August fifteenth, the opening of the season for buck deer, rolled around, and with it various hunting parties rolled out for various hunting grounds. It was a beautiful summer day, and a party consisting of Len Daugherty, E. and B. Helliwell and myself, all of Yoncalla, Oregon, started on the hunting trip herein described, for the purpose of gratifying the feeling of adventure that throbbed within the breast of each member of the party.
Messrs. T. F. Palmer, Henry Oldys and C. F. Brewster, assistants to the Biological Survey, United States Department of Agriculture, in their "Farmers' Bulletin,” issued during the past month, have given some valuable epitomes on the game laws of the United States for 1907, being a summary of the provisions relating to seasons, shipment, sale and licenses.
I dropped into one of the local gun stores the other afternoon just as the proprietor had completed the sale of a rifle and some ammunition to a young man with the longing for the woods in his eyes. The young man went out with a swing to his walk as if he were already tramping over the hills on the track of a big eight-point buck.
I am sending you herewith a sketch of a grizzly bear claw that I believe will interest your big game hunters. This is a correct outline of the claw from where it comes out of the skin to the toe measured on the outside curve [proper way to measure bear claws.—Editor].
We believe it is time to end the "Buffalo Bellowing" controversy that for some months past has been going on in the magazine, and make room for other and fresher material. This controversy has been exceedingly interesting to all our readers if we may judge by the hundreds of unpublished letters which we have received from those who have been merely "watching on."
It is, I believe, always customary for a man who takes the editorial head of a paper or of a department in some other editor's paper, to tell his readers what a big man he is and incidentally to make a lot of glowing promises about what he is going to do.
The past summer has shown a very heavy increase in the already large gasoline engine trade on the west coast. The fall and winter prospects are brighter than ever at the present time and unless we are greatly mistaken there is going to be an awful howl next spring because engines can not be had at any price when it comes time for the spring shipments to Alaska.
Sportsmen throughout the country should take up the subject of Snow Reserves and bring pressure to bear on the government with the end in view of having certain sections of the high mountain ranges set aside and reserved from trespass or occupation by anyone. The reason for this lies in the fact that the high, barren ridges of a mountain range and the pockets and cañons of the high valleys and basins, are the storage basins where the summer water supply comes from that keeps the stream-flow steady in the lowlands.
Seattle, Portland and Spokane exhibitors shared the trophies and chief prizes at the Interstate Dog Show in Spokane September 25-27. Judge James Cole of Kansas City complimented the owners, declaring the entries were the best he has seen in years.
Was ever a mighty river the size of the Yukon so much traveled from start to finish as this same, and of the thousands who have floated down to St. Michael's, was there ever a one that wasn't more or less wind bound? One evening we pulled into camp just above a big bend.
There is always a bit of romance connected with firsts. I was one of the argonauts to the Yukon in '98, and, having never seen a mountain before, from the time I began to see the Black Hills, my memory was like one quaint, artistic way the Eskimo have of mapping the Yukon on a tusk of ivory—the Rockies and Cascades, the thousand miles among the islands of the inside passage with their mountain background, then the pass and ith myriad life and scenes never witnessed before, the trip down the lakes, where I actually counted two hundred sail in sight as we were speeding before a fair wind, then poling and lining a boat up the Little Salmon till by one day's portage we reached the Pelly—but what has this to do with my story?
DESCRIPTION OF MR. BOEING'S FINE NEW MOTOR BOAT, THE "WIDGEON."
Pacific Coast Department Outdoor Life
The finest motor boat ever constructed in Gray's Harbor is now ready to go into commission; it is the "Widgeon," owned by W. E. Boeing, and built by John Chilberg, and the following description will give you some idea of this fine boat: She is 45' long over all, 10' 6" beam; in model is a full compromise stern with flaring bow, and is an enlargement of the famous Eastern boat, "Sis," which won the long distance power boat race last year.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
J. L. P., Ocean Springs, Mississippi—I have an English setter bitch, which has had a very bad case of mange. The mange trouble seems near about over, but her mouth is red and inflamed on inside and she slobbers very much and shakes head violently at times and rubs side of mouth against ground; the ears seem sore on the inside and she continually digs at them, which makes them swell, and are all scratched up.
1907 CLOSED SEASON FOR GAME IN THE UNITED STATES AND CANADA.
J. S. Palmer
The following table shows the close seasons for game in the United States and Canada A few unimportant species and the numerous local exceptions in Maine, New York, Michigan, Wisconsin, Kansas, Washington and Oregon have been omitted. The State laws of Maryland and the most general of the county laws of North Carolina have been followed.
Outdoor Life congratulates one of its old friends, Mr. W. J. Jamison of Chicago, upon his winning in both the events in which he was entered at the first annual tournament of the National Association of Scientific Angling Clubs, held at Racine, Wisconsin, August 15-17.
October is here again, and with it come many memories of other Octobers when with rifle and with friends we have hasttened away to the forest, the mountains and the barrens. What a bright spot such experiences leave in a man's memory! The hunt and the campfire around which we sit at night, the stories that are told and the many friends that we have seen by those fires.
The story of the trout with the many hooks, which appeared in Outdoor Life under "Curious Incidents," reminds me of an experience with a small rock-bass. Returning from a duck hunt on a small Wisconsin lake I delayed a few moments to rest on a pier.
The War Department has recently promulgated new regulations regarding training and instruction in the regular establishment, and they will be studied with interest by every military man: 1.—Hereafter the practical training of the cavalry, infantry and field artillery of the Regular Army will be divided into two distinct phases; namely, garrison training and field training.
Mr. Linkletter's article in the August number on "How to Prevent Metallic Fouling in High Velocity Rifles" is all right and I believe is sound. I tried a few similar experiments eleven or twelve years ago with my .32-40 single-shot Winchester, but used cardboard wads, cut from bristol board and no felt wads.
The article entitled "Hunting Outfits," by Lieutenant Whelen, that began in the September issue of Outdoor Life, has been read and re-read with greatest interest. There isn't a writer whose articles I look for with greater interest, and when occasionally Outdoor Life appears without a contribution from the lieutenant, we all feel that we have been deprived of much that would have proven of exceptional value.
Lieutenant Albert S. Jones, secretary of the National Rifle Association, has forwarded to us copies of letters of congratulation from President Roosevelt to Sergeant Berg, winner of the President's match, and Midshipman Smith, winner of the American championship for 1907.
In your July number Mr. Newton suggested that the gun cranks furnish you with their ideas and experiments. You replied you had room for and wanted them. This is the third time I have written you about revolvers I have built over and experimented with, and this time I have a good one.
As a rule I do not think it is advisable to reply to criticisms, as all persons are entitled to their opinions, and if their opinions happen to differ from mine they are all good fellows just the same. However, I thought I would reply to one or two remarks made by W. A. Arnold of Chicago, where he brands as "misleading" and "absolute rot,” etc., the statement I made in "Our Military Arms" (September Outdoor Life).
The executive committee of the National Rifle Association, at its meeting held on Monday, September 23d, considered the question of a testimonial to the members of the American rifle team which recently defeated Canada, Australia and England in the Palma trophy match at Ottawa.
In common with all of your readers I have read and re-read all the rifle "sharps" talk on the different guns, and I will give you my idea of a gun in short order. I have owned and shot about everything made in the rifle line, and the .33 Winchester Model '86, 5 shot take down, is the king of them all.
Feathered Game of the Northeast, by Walter H. Rich; eighty-seven wash drawings; 432 pages; 8 vo. cloth, $3.00; postage 30 cents extra. Thos. Y. Crowell & Co., publishers, New York. Seldom do we see such a thorough work on feathered game as this.
The Winchester Repeating Arms Co., furnishes us some particulars of the marvelous new world’s record, which will probably stand for many years to come, made in San Antonio, Texas, during the week beginning Sept. 16th, by Adolph Topperwein, the undisputed champion wing shot of the world:
Wire fences are used so universally by our class of readers—by farmers for poulrty and as a rabbit fence to protect orchards and shrubbery, by fanciers of various kinds, by the owners of private game parks, and for a dozen other purposes too varied to enumerate— that we are going to call the attention of our sportsman friends to what we believe as universally conceded to be the best make of wire fence on earth, the Page brand.
The greatest Rifle Match held since 1903 was shot at Ottawa, Canada, on September 7th. The American team consisting of eight shooters, won the Palma International Trophy match, which was open to the military teams of the world and was contested by the best military shots from England, Canada, Australia and the United States.
The Remington Arms Co. have received the following letter from Mr. Ashley A. Haines, our noted gun expert, which is an endorsement of great consequence, coming as it does from such an authority on firearms: Remington Arms., 313-315 Broadway, New York.
We desire, through your columns, to acknowledge with thanks the congratulations of our friends on the unprecedented success of our ammunition at Camp Perry and Ottawa. The use of our ammunition by so many winners at Camp Perry, its selection by the unanimous vote of the committee at the request of the twelve members of the American team selected to compete in the Palma International Trophy match, the record-breaking success of the splendid team at Ottawa, the admission by its members and by their competitors, and by the American and foreign press, that its success was due in a very large measure to the superiority of the ammunition, make a tribute rarely, if ever before, paid to an American manufacturer.
The Horton Manufacturing Company, Bristol, Conn., have invented and patented a Locking Reel Band, which will fill a long felt want. Many fishermen will appreciate a good device of this kind as there have been many attempts to supply the demand for such an article.
The Marble Safety Axe Company of Gladstone, Michigan, have made arrangements with Mr. C. L. Bradley of Clarksville, Tennessee, to be sole distributors of his excellent line of sportsmen's specialties. He will from this time on devote his entire attention to development work in their interests.
The Malcolm Rifle Telescope Mfg. Co., Auburn, N. Y., has just issued an interesting little booklet describing their Rifle Telescopes and Sights, from which we take the accompanying illustration of the “V & M" Peep Sight, for automatic repeating riflles.
The Savage Arms Company, Utica, N. Y., announces a new novelty in the shape of a Savage Indian Head Scarf Pin of Sterling Silver, which will be mailed to anyone upon receipt of 25 cents. Those who send for this souvenir will find an article of "Savage Quality," which speaks for itself.