The American elk is an animal of royal blood. Beautifully formed, crowned with imposing antlers, with majestic carriage and the manner of a monarch, he has no peer among the denizens of the wilds. The female, though lacking the regal head-piece of the male, is a handsome creature.
Having determined upon our trip some months previous, T. P. Fitzmaurice and the writer, and an old horse, left Butte, Montana, on the 21st day of August, 1906, for a six hundred mile trip through the Flathead Indian reservation and around that beautiful sheet of water, Flathead lake, Montana.
Steamboat Springs, 200 miles west of Denver, on the line of the Moffat road, is noted for its great number of hot and mineral springs; also for the fine onyx found there and the great coal beds only a few miles away. At an altitude of 6,700 feet it probably has more snowfall than any other point in the state of the same elevation.
O Colorado, land of gold, Thy everlasting mountains hold Their heads aloft with crown of snow, As Fremont saw them long ago. Through vistas of the far-off years I see the trains of pioneers; Their schooners headed for Pike’s Peak; The shining grains of gold they seek.
I send you herewith a photograph of an Indian which probably is unparalleled in the world. This photograph was taken of an insane Ute Indian at White Rock Agency, Utah, where he has lived for the past thirty-six or thirty-seven years. It is told at the fort that he got drunk and murdered his mother, and that when he became sober and realized what he had done he became a maniac, and has been in that condition ever since.
"When I landed at the little New Mexican mining town, which was my first experience of the West, I was as green a tenderfoot as ever struck that country, and as such afforded the natives a great deal of amusement. One, at least, of my experiences I shall never forget, which gave me an everlasting idea of the meaning of "cache."
When consciousness returned I lay at the bottom of the shaft. Everything was misty; there seemed to be a great cavity in my mind, in which unquiet images constantly changed form. I raised my hand to my head, when some one grasped it, and a low voice spoke, "Lie still, Father, or the blood will start again."
A Memory of Sand Lake, Michigan. He called that brunette miss just Tomboy Marjy, When he had met her out at fair Sand Lake; And he was old and homely, and so large he About three decent, average men would make. She was a chatterbox—turned in her toes— Red mouth all bread and butter, and, when mad, How very high she’d turn her freckled nose!
The gray mists dragged their ghostlike shapes among the tops of the tall firs as the southwest wind drove them up the valley. The River Quinault flowed by, smooth like oil and clear as crystal, as it came from the snows of the high peaks where it was born.
One of the most unique establishments in Maine is the one owned by Mr. Elijah Norton of Dover. Some eight years ago he conceived the idea of breeding silver gray foxes and he has actually made it a success. He first secured six blue foxes from Alaska, and with these commenced his work.
The night was late in autumn. The haze of a vanished Indian summer day hung over the hollows. Above the hills rose a hunter’s moon, flooding the countryside with its golden radiance. From a cluster of log cabins that nestled near the river at the foot of a huge bluff came a blast from a hunter’s horn—a long, mellow call, swelling and falling, and ending in a distant echo.
Where the waters break into foam, and fall In a sheet of light, o’er Nature’s wall— Where a cloud of spray comes up from the spot Where all is boiling, as if it were hot— There is Minnehaha. Where the Poet-Soul his long slumber breaks, Because of the beauty and noise it makes— Where the waters gather together again, And glide away through a wild, wooded glen— There is Minnehaha.
THROUGH THE INTERIOR OF THE PHILIPPINES AHORSE AND AFOOT
As I look back now to the many months I spent in 1906 traveling through unknown regions of the Philippines, I recall the experience as one of the most interesting and delightful of my life. The Philippines as I saw them seemed, to me at least, totally different from the conception I had formed of them from the hackneyed stories I had read, all op which give a forlorn picture of lassitude, inertia, tropic heat, and a dull, listless, heartless apathy.
Yes, yes, dear Blazer readers, you are right! Cruel fate has again sneaked in under our guard and poked a haymaker into our solar plexus. After our recent pleasant outing with that abomination that calls itself Bud Fisher, we swore an all-wool, guaranteed washable oath that if the medical fraternity made a success of splicing us together we would pour a quart and a half of warm fish glue on the bosom of our office chair, sit down heavily, and stick to business.
Here's to you, old boy, to your rotten old hide, To your drunken old eye—your bleached bones beside— To the days of our youth when both you and me Were full-blooded and joyful—like the pirate at sea! Let us forget that time drifts along Let us be youthful—tell it in song— Life isn’t so real as most of us think; It’s mostly a joke—here—fill for a drink!
One of the many interesting sights to be seen at Long Beach, California, is the skeleton of a whale which came in on May 20, 1897. About 4 o’clock in the afternoon of the above named date, workmen employed on a building near the seashore were attracted by a great commotion in the breaker line.
Jes’ a thinkin’ ’bout you When the skies are bright, Jes’ a thinkin’ ’bout you In the dark, still night; Jes’ a thinkin’ ’bout you When the clouds drop low, Jes’ a thinkin’ ’bout you When spring flowers blow, Jes’ a thinkin’ ’bout you Everywhere I go.
I hereby send you a description of a pack strap that is extensively used by the hunters and trappers of the Alaska peninisula and Aleutian islands. It weights less than one pound, is not bulky, and can be easily carried in one’s pocket. It is adjustible to a pack of any shape and strong enough to hold up as heavy a load as any one man can carry.
The accompanying will show the styles of holsters that I have found best for my needs. I much prefer a holster that when drawing the trigger finger falls into the trigger guard, making a very quick release. From the pictures shown in the November issue I thought that The holsters shown were a little deficient in that matter.
I see that Mr. John P. Frizell has out-classed me as to bear claws, and for the time being I take my hat off to Mr. Frizell. But there is a grizly bear on the Alaska peninsula that I have been after for the last three years. He is known by the name of “Old Big Foot,” I have measured his tracks in glacial mud (which gives the true dimensions and preserves impressions as well as if made in cement).
I notice the inquiry of a reader in your January number as to whether bear cubs are born with a coat of hair, and your request for some one to answer it. I have never seen a newly born cub, and I presume few people have, the fact that they are born in hibernation naturally restricts the opportunities for observation at that time.
ILLUSTRATING THE DEER HUNTING CONDITION IN COLORADO.
The pitiful results of the present deer law in Colorado are better illustrated by the accompanying pictures than could possibly be done by tongue or pen. Here are three photographs of deer, all taken during the open season last fall in the game country.
It was September 25, 1907, and we were in camp in the California park country, in Routt county, Colorado, one hundred and thirty miles from the nearest railroad. Our party consisted of my brother and me. We had been out in the wilds nearly a month and were taking life easy—hunting a little, fishing now and then, and doing a great deal of good healthy lying around camp.
the summer of ’85 and ’86 much of the plains of Western Kansas was practically unsettled, but within six months after the “boom” struck that section nearly every available foot of land had been filed on either as homestead, pre-emption or tree claim.
Some experiences which go to make up the panorama of life would be forgotten willingly by the one who occupies a position in the foreground, but they are like Aunt Jemima’s famous plaster; the more she tried to take it off, it only stuck the faster. A good way to relieve the strain on a man’s mind is to tell his troubles.
Attention is called in the latest Issue of your very interesting magazine to the fact that an American manufacturer who is known the world over for the excellency of his productions is making a specialty of supplying his customers with a No. 20 shotgun that is a perfect gun of its kind.
While on two big game hunting trips In the Yellowstone National Forest (which adjoins the Yellowstone National Park on the east) during the past year, the editor of Outdoor Life on several occasions traveled over the hills on either side of the Wapiti Fork of the North Fork of the Shoshone river, and always saw large numbers of elk there.
Apart from the undoubted utility of all insectivorous birds it is the plain duty of every true lover of a fine game bird to give to the pheasants now enjoying freedom in the valleys and mountains of this state— freed through the liberality of Mr. W. F. Kendrick of Denver—the greatest degree of protection it is in his power to extend; so that a few years hence, say after a close season of five years, when the pheasants will have become numerous our sportsmen will enjoy the pleasure of an occasional day’s shooting at as game, dainty and toothsome a bird as the most epicurean palate could long for.
One day last month (January) I was called out to take a trip in an automobile to the Berando river, six miles from Roswell, New Mexico. The auto was loaded up with tent and provisions for a week. I got out my Smith gun, leather hunting coat, rubber boots and shell case full of odds and ends from former hunts.
I am a rifle and revolver “crank” and have not fired twenty-five shots, all told, from a shotgun in twenty years, and at present, at least, I have no intention of ever using a “scatter-gun” again, yet notwithstanding all this I derive not a little satisfaction from retrospective musings of early experiences in burning powder in this type of firearm.
In Outdoor Life for January, 1908, I note the article of J. W. Stonebreaker on the question of “Hunting Bears With Dogs,” and I agree with him in many things, especially in his suggestion that something should be done to protect the bear. But my thoughts along this line go much further than he has appeared to go.
The spirit' of Esau obtains strongly among the sons of men and the “mess of pottage” is still a strong inducement to go forth and slay God’s innocent creations— although no “blessing” is attached. The daughters of men also evince the same spirit indirectly—witness the thirty five million bird skins imported into this country last year for “Nellie’s hats,” among which, in a single shipment was ten tons (20,000 pounds) of willow grouse wings.
As far as naturalists have been able to discover, the elephant lives to the greatest age of any of the animals with which we are familiar. It takes twenty-five to thirty years to complete their growth. It is recorded that certain specific animals have lived more than one hundred and fifty years, but the statistics on the subject are necessarily incomplete and therefore unreliable.
Today ol' groun’ hog he woke up, (Sence Hallow Eve he had ben sleepin’), An’ stretcht an’ gapt an’ rub’d his eyes, An’ from his piller quickly leapin’, He nudged his wife an’ said, “Me dear, Ef you will go an’ fetch the ladder I guess I will climb out an’ look An’ see if I kin find me shadder.”
Above the world and its endless strife, Above the semblance of earthly life, Where the winds eternally poise and play, And the forces of winter are rude and rife; Where the mountains moan in their restless sleep, While from crag to crag the echoes leap.
T. O. Truscott, Butte, Mont.—I would like to ask what sights you think best for general sporting sights to be used on the Remington Auto Loading Rifle, .35 caliber; also, what size target you would consider good shooting at 100 and 200 yards. Answer.—The bead sight which comes with this rifle is plenty good enough for a front sight.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
W. P., Dallas, Tex.—I have a puppy, seven months old, who acts peculiarly and do not know what to do to relieve him. At times he slides along the ground upon his haunches; when he gets warmed up to some extent while afield will have a sort of fit, runs around in a circle and barks continually; he does not seem to be vicious while in this state, but I am afraid of nim when acting thus.
Seventeen years ago I had the good fortune to meet in Shasta county, California, a man who fully appreciated the merits of the .40-63 Ballard sporting rifle. When I was introduced to Bill his rifle was several years old and had brought down hundreds of deer.
American sporting rifles have changed greatly within the past twenty-five years—changed in a great many ways. Yet their actual effectiveness has not been increased very much. It makes one rather tired to hear arms that are practically equal in efficiency and often in many respects superior to the latest products of the factories airily called “obsolete” and “archaic” by the complacent individual who thinks the latest, simply ,because it is the latest, must necessarily be the best.
I have just been looking over the Arms and Ammunition department of your February issue and as I have had some experience in that line I felt moved to say a word on the subject of writing articles on shooting, loads, etc., for such publications as yours.
Bill Smith and me has been much interested in Mr. Linkletter’s loads for game shooting and about a week ago we loaded up some .44 shells on a plan of Bill’s, something like Linkletter’s loads, only a little stronger. I thought maybe you’d like to hear about it.
Those who may have been so fortunate as to have read any or all of the various articles contributed by Lieutenant Whelen to Outdoor Life and similar magazines will at once recognize in this well-known writer on subjects pertaining to firearms one peculiarly fitted for writing, and from an authoritative standpoint such a valuable little book as the reader is certain to find in “Suggestions to Military Riflemen.”
For Mr. Mills:I can hardly believe that the greater rapidity of the .22 Winchester Automatic when used on the game mentioned by you would prove of sufficient advantage over the .25-20 to offset the greater power of the latter arm. The .22 Automatic would, of course, kill the game mentioned at ordinary ranges and the advantages of this arm for rapid work can hardly be overestimated, but when it comes to “shooting up” a wolf or coyote, even a .25-20 will be found too small as a rule, and while I have killed these animals with the latter arm I am of the opinion that to stop them in their tracks nothing less severe than a high-power cartridge is required.
THE .38 MILITARY S. & W. AND THE .38 COLT NEW NAVY REVOLVERS COMPARED.
Editor Outdoor Life
I would like to ask if there are any good points in the .38 Military Smith & Wesson revolver over the .38 Colt’s New Navy or New Army revolver, especially in point of accuracy or durability? A friend of mine, who recently returned from Arizona and New Mexico, states that cattle men and cow-boys still carry the old reliable single action army revolver and of .32 caliber, taking the Winchester rifle cartridge.
The regular Sunday shoot of the Spokane Rifle and Revolver Club was held on January 19th, and some of the resulting scores were so good that I am interested to know if they are not up to the record. Among others, L. S. Hawxhurst of Spokane, using a Schoyen muzzle-loading .32-40 . rifle with black powder, made the following four strings of ten shots each: 225, 222, 224, 230, and as these were shot without intervening shots, they constitute a score of 901 for forty shots; the possible being 1000.
mutual friend, Mr. Ashley Haines, has in a personal letter requested me to write an article, or series of articles on fancy rifle, revolver and shotgun shooting. It will hardly be necessary for me to explain that writing is not my vocation, as the reader will observe this long before he or she has concluded this article.
Under the rules of the United States Revolver Association, a record is defined as the highest recognized score of any given number of shots fired under certain standard conditions with the arm and ammunition complying with established rules.
Your readers will perhaps be interested in reading the following in respect to the 1907 state shoot for the cup given by the National Rifle Association to the state of Washington. The state association set December 28th for the shoot and the rules were as follows: Each team to consist of five men; the distances to be 200, 300 and 600 yards and each man to shoot seven shots at each range.
I notice in the last number (February) a severe criticism of Mr. Linldetter’s loads. The revolver loads as given by Mr. Linkletter in a much earlier number, if I remember rightly, were not nearly as heavy as stated by critic. I have not the number of magazine at hand, but think the load was four grains black and six of Bullseye powder, and I should judge such a load well within the limits of safety.
In your February issue Mr. W. F. Ulmer wants to know why I prefer the .38 Special to a smaller arm. If you can spare the space I shall be glad to give my reasons, which are as follows: 1. As a belt gun, it will stop any game on which one would care to use a revolver.
I presume there are many users of the high-power rifles who have, at times, discovered that the ordinary soft point bullet failed to mushroom regularly on animal tissue, and while readily recognizing the advantages these rifles afforded in the way of high velocity and flat trajectory, have, nevertheless desired a bullet that could be depended upon expanding with absolute certainty.
I see you still keep up the fight for the Haines Model Revolver. I notice that one of the experimenters worked out a model gun from wood and parts of other Colts. Now, why could not a person take the lock frame and barrel from a Colt double-action—that is, the old style rod-ejector gun—and the trigger guard and backstrap from the single-action Army and fit them together?
In common with a large number of other shooters, my attention has been attracted from time to time by the excessive loads which Mr. Linkletter has so often advocated in these columns. The present article is not intended, in any sense, to be an attack upon Mr. Linkletter, but is written because so many friends in the shooting fraternity have asked me “Who is right, Linkletter or those who make the powder?”—that I determined to try one or more of these loads at the first opportunity, and note the results.
Denver now boasts of the largest garage in the West, if not, indeed, in this country. The man to whose energy should be given the credit for this big establishment is John M. Kuykendall, proprietor of the Denver Omnibus & Cab Company, who for years has not only conducted the largest livery in Denver, but who has been known as the greatest horseman and horse lover in the West.
The world’s records for wing shooting with a ride were smashed in San Antonio, Texas, recently by Adolph Topperwein. Shooting for ten consecutive days at 2¼inch wooden blocks thrown into t.he air at a distance of 20 feet, he hit 49,990 out of 50,000—only 4 misses—and 72,491 out of 72,500, making straight runs of 14,540, 13,599, 13,292 and 13,219.
The Boys of the Glee Club, by James Whitcomb Riley; illustrations by Will Vawter; decorations by Franklin Booth; The Bobbs-Merrill Co., Indianapolis. Among all of James Whitcomb Riley’s poems this will rank high. The book is so beautifully decorated and illustrated that it is worthy of being called an “edition de luxe.”
Tells you how a simple aid to nature stops falling hair, cures dandruff, or prevents and cures baldness without drugs or electricity. Special guarantee and 60 days free trial to those sending their name for this illustrated book to the Modern Vacuum Cap Co., 422 Barclay Blk., Denver, Colo.
The Miami Cycle & Mfg. Co. of Middletown, Ohio, makers of Racycle bicycles, write us that their volume of business from Sept. 1, 1907, to the nresent time shows an increase of 25% over the same period for the former year. Last year was the best year in the history of this company, the volume of business having increased 64% over the season of 1906.
The recent purchase by the Strelinger Marine Engine Company of Detroit of the as sets and business of the Detroit Gas Engine and Machinery Company, and the removal of the Strelinger company to 46 E. Congress street, Detroit, gave it two magnificent ad vantages.
A man representing .himself as Jas. Templeton, Jas. Hauk, J. F. Templeton, etc., has been soliciting subscriptions for Outdoor Life through Nebraska, Iowa and other eastern states, and failing to remit to us. Outsportsmen friends are therefore hereby warned not to give such a man any money on our account.
W. T. Jamison, manufacturer of Coaxer trout fly, 1388 Lexington street, Chicago, is makingthese flies in very attractive designs for 1908. This fly was designed by one of the most expert and widely known trout fishermen in the United States, and after two years’ use it has proved itself to be a very remarkable and successful bait.
We have of late years received many inquiries from readers asking where Luger Automatic Pistols could be purchased in this country. As we are now carrying an advertisement of the American agent of this arm those who are seeking information on the Luger can receive literature and have all questions asked by writing the agent, Mr. H. Tauscher, box 1605, New York city.
We are in receipt of a copy of the Motor Cycle News of September on the first page of which is the account of the economy test by the New York Motorcycle Club in which an Indian Motorcycle won first place, running 200 miles at an expense of 27 cents.
At the fourth annual tournament of the Indoor .22 Caliber Rifle League of the United States held at Rochester, New York, January 27th to February 1st, Stevens rifles and Stevens telescopes made a clean sweep. These arms won all leading prizes by an overwhelming majority.
A new type of gasoline motors for marine use, which is becoming very popular, is the Double Opposed Type Motor. This type of motor in smaller sizes can be placed in a boat or launch as well, or to better advantage than can the old type of vertical motor.
We call the attention of yacht owners, boat builders and others of our readers who are interested in marine affairs to the advertisement of the Custiss company of New York, appearing in this issue. This concern is one of the best known in the marine plumbing field and fourteen years’ experience has naturally acquainted them with the peculiar and troublesome features of this class of work, a ney manufacture five styles of closets and finish to suit the purchaser.
To pump a boat out by hand is a long, disagreeable job. It ruffles the temper and soils the clothes. Besides, your pump is never in place; probably the last friend who borrowed it forgot to return it. All this annoyance is overcome by installing a Pequot Power Bilge Pump, which will pump your boat dry in a jiffy by merely running your engine a few moments.
On my last fall’s hunt I used a Daniel Concentric Rear Sight, and I am much pleased with it. It is all right in theory and practice both. Several of my friends have bought the sight, and in no case have I heard of any adverse criticism.—George Hall, St. Paul, Minn.