Uncle Silas Green shambled into the house one Monday evening with his pail of milk, set it down on the floor, seated himself and said to his wife: “Marthy, I’m goin’ to git up at four o’clock tomorrow morning and go fishin' out to Devil’s lake.
The larger herds of woodland caribou range in that portion of Alaska lying east of the Alaskan Range of mountains, between the Tanana and the Yukon rivers. There are also plenty of woodland caribou in the Susitna Valley, a few in the Copper River basin, and also west of the McKinley range on the headwaters of the Kuskokwim River.
In the north country where the great hills lie Wrapt not in sleep, but knowledge infinite, Where the lakes are still and brooding, and the sky Falls like a veil between our faith and sight; Where mighty hemlocks marching rank on rank Forever troop uncaptained up the crest, Then pause as if affrightedly they shrank From unknown dangers, and with dread oppressed.
To the sportsman seeking the ideal spot to spend his vacation hours, too much cannot be said in favor of British Columbia as the paradise for big game, fish and wild fowl. It is easily reached from the east via the Canadian Pacific railway, and from the northwest by the various railways entering the province.
It is extraordinary how long big game hunters can be hunting in Africa without seeing a lion. I have known men who have lived five years and more in Africa and who have never seen one by daylight. Heard them? yes! and perhaps say they have seen a form or something slinking away in the dark.
The upper waters of the White river are reached by wagon road from New Castle or Rifle, situated on the Denver & Rio Grande railroad in Western Colorado. The trip may be made in one day from New Castle, but two days are required if the start is made from Rifle.
Come Speck and Stub, and Fat and Bill, It is warm enough today. Let’s out from the town to the dusty road To the woodland take our way. Out down the shaded path we know Till we reach the hallowed goal, Where the stream runs deep and widens out Just to make our swimming hole.
The rain fell drearily through the marshy wilderness, pattering softly upon the leaves and ruffling the surface of the secluded pond in the heart of a Florida swamp. The heavy clouds, the tangle of vines and great branches arching overhead, hastened the gathering twilight which settled over that small body of stagnant water.
When the shades of night are falling And the sun has sunk from sight, When the moon from o’er the pine trees Lights the darkness of the night; And the river, laughing onward, Is a band of silver light, When far down the rushing river Comes the loon’s pathetic cry; When the night-hawk’s scream comes harshly From the starlit, azure sky, Then ’tis time to pile the pine logs On the camp fire leaping high.
A Sacramento river trout is about as apt to rise to an artificial fly well delivered at the end of a successful cast, as a cat full of milk to leave a warm fireplace and exhibit inane hilarity over a toy mouse. A hungry cat will occasionally show delightful symptoms of playfulness, but the above designated trout feeds at the second table of the best hotel, and right here we sprinkle ashes and tears, for the simile ceases.
This invention is an improvement in tents, relating to that class of tents which when disassembled is convertible into one or more articles of apparel, whereby it may be conveniently transported, making it of particular value to huntsmen and campers generally.
My house when set in order ’gainst that day When I shall bid farewell to life and light, I would have garnitured and fashioned bright, As though I fared on some returning way. The duties of the household should not stay; Arrange my hooks and flowers, and invite The sunshine in, nor for a moment slight The bird that oft has cheered me with its lay.
Eulogies, tributes, appreciations galore have been written, preached and sung about nearly all of God's beloved creatures—the thoroughbred horse of Kentucky, the meek-eyed cow of New Jersey, the over-blondined pig of Poland and China, the bridle bull-pup of Scotland, the temperate and long-winded camel of the Sahara, the “bulls” and “bears” and “lambs” of Wall Street, —all but the burro.
Away up in British Columbia where the towering Selkirks rise in majestic heights into and beyond the clouds; where the mountain summits are capped with eternal snows, and their bases are covered with boundless forests of giant trees whose end is only found at the broad prairies on the east and the waters of the Pacific on the west; where deep rushing rivers dash onward over high precipices, through deep, dark cañons; where still-bosomed lakes glisten in the sunshine or are lost in the clouds that come creeping silently down the mountain side and envelop them in a veil of mist.
THE GASOLINE ENGINE AND ITS USES ON THE PACIFIC COAST.
W. S. Phillips
The government uses quite a number of gasoline boats in the rivers and bays of the North in survey work, and as tenders for its revenue cutters. A good example of this class of boat is shown in our illustration of the “Defiance,” of Nome, which is of the self-baling, lifeboat type, and has cruised all along the north coast in government survey work.
One morning in early summer, When the sky was warm and bright, And the birds were singing heartily, So pleased the world was right, I shouldered my rod and took my pail, Just as the hour struck nine, For we were going fishing, Who? Why, me and Angeline.
The above photograph is a likeness of the largest black bass ever caught in Kansas, with a rod and line. It was landed by Jesse Elliott and Harry Seerey at Lake View, Kansas, August 26th, 1901. It was caught with a coon-tail fly and was landed by Mr. Elilott after an hour’s fight.
Above is shown in miniature the full set of game birds (with two fishes) that have run in Outdoor Life during past years. Each of the above pictures is beautifully printed in the true collors on separate sheets (size of sheet 6¾x9½); the lot mailed postpaid for $1.50, any 16 for 90 cents; any 8 for 50 cents.
Last night I rode in a valley where the season was never closed, To a valley of game in profusion, where game wardens never imposed. There were dudes waiting there by the thousands with their checks all written out To advance to some guide for his service—and 1 was the only scout.
It seems that it is the virgin hunting country that always suffers the most from vandalism and from commercial encroachment on the game laws. As Alaska now offers the greatest immunity from arrest, besides affording big game in great numbers, the market hunter seems to be carrying on his nefarious work there yet, even in face of the fact that there are now stringent laws in that country intended to protect the game.
Since the publication of my letter in Outdoor Life several months ago relative to the “Castleman” wapiti antlers, there has been much written and said on the subject. The dimensions of several large heads have been sent to and published in Outdoor Life, as you know, and I myself have received personal letters along the same line.
Through the perseverance of the state of Washington’s able representative in Congress, Hon. W. E. Humphrey, as announced in our June number, the new Alaska game bill prepared by Mr. Humphrey has become a law. In our June issue we were only able to dwell in a casual way upon a few of the most important parts of the measure, but this month we publish in toto nearly the whole act complete, omitting only a few minor sections that are not essential to the knowledge of a sportsman desiring to hunt in that country.
It is the pleasure every one should enjoy once a year, that is, a good hunt in the fall, to recuperate from the hard work through the long winter months and the busy summer period. The writer, Fred Brock, George Whitsell and Cephas Coppenger, all congenial good fellows, had the exquisite pleasure of going into southern Texas last fall and had the good luck of bagging all the game we could possibly eat and give to our congenial guide, Frank Harvey.
I sometimes get to thinkin’ of the days of long ago, Of my home in ol’ Missouri, an’ the folks I use’ to know; An’ the picters come a glidin’ down the pathway of my dreams, Like the flyin’ feet of dancers, an’ ag’in it almost seems I k’n hear the crick a-ripplin’, an’ the breezes murm’rin’ low, In the ol’ Missouri bottoms where the pawpaws use’ to grow.
The letter from Mr. Albert Friedrich about having 14,000 rattles from rattlesnakes, and one with thirty-nine rattles, is a little like a rattling good snake story. I have been surveying in Florida for fourteen years, and I have killed as many diamond-backed rattlers as any one, having killed as high as nine in one day, the average length being five feet.
Referring to “The Medicine Bag,” May, 1908, in answer to J. Schmidt, Tracy, Calif.: The first automatic pistol put on the market was not at all the Borchardt, but the Bergmann, the manufacture of which was started about or before 1890 by the firm “Gaggenauer Eisenwerke,” at Gaggenau, in Baden, Mr. Bergmann being the head of this concern.
Seeing the article from San Antonio in your June issue, I want to say that I am personally acquainted with Mr. Albert Freidrich, and believe without doubt that he has the finest collection of horns, heads and snake rattles in the world.
Uncle Bill Hamilton, one of the greatest characters that ever trod the Western mountain paths, recently died in Billings, Mont., at the age of 84 years. When 20 years of age, by reason of a decline in health, induced by chills and fever, he started on a trading expedition among the Indians, with a party of traders from St. Louis, Green River being the objective Point.
I read an article in your June issue on rattlesnake rattles. I am not an expert or anything like that, nor have I as long a genuine string of rattles as Mr. Albert Friedrich claims to have. I have one with fifty-two rattles on, but it will not bear inspection, as it is a fake.
G. A. Cregor, Welland, Ont.—I own a .38-40 H. P. Winchester and ask if it is large enough for black bear, which I am going to hunt this fall. Answer.—The adaptability of certain guns for certain work is much a matter of the individual ideas of sportsmen, but personally we consider the .38-55 W. H. V. plenty large and powerful enough for the ordinary black bear.
It comes to me in the open, As balm to a spirit low. I hear its voice as the whispers Of winds that softly blow. It speaks to me in the desert, And still in the shaded wood, And my soul is stirred, for my soul hath heard The voice of the solitude. It comes to me in the forest.
For the purpose of comparison let us glance a moment at the method of sighting our national arm, the United States magazine rifle, model 1903. The rear sight is made with the ranges correctly stamped on it as determined by experimental firing.
Mr. Charles Newton, of New York, has sent me a copy of an article which he intended submitting to you for use in your August issue, and has asked me to answer this article in the same issue, to avoid dragging out the discussion, ad nauseam.
Although the pistol and revolver are the most difficult of all small firearms to master, very few books have been written about the art of pistol and revolver shooting. In this respect the shotgun and the rifle have been accorded much more liberal treatment, and at present not a little of the information about the pistol and the revolver must be sought in books devoted primarily to the rifle.
I wish to add my experience (and answer my friend W. C. Mattox of Colorado) on the merits of the large bore rifle. I have seen and shot quite a goodly number and can vouch for at least three. First of all, for large and dangerous game I would most assuredly recommend the Winchester .405; it is perfect and will always get your game without having to follow it for miles, as is so often the case with the .30-30.
I notice in the April Outdoor Life a letter from a gentleman in Wilkes-Barre, Pa., asking about the old Spencer repeater, .50 caliber. I have one, and have used it in Idaho with good results. It shoots hard and strong and is quite accurate, but it is too heavy to pack around.
In the June issue (page 587) under the heading, “Denunciation and Vilification,” Pascal De Angelis intimates that our member, Dr. Sayre, together with several other shooters of national and international reputation, does not understand the practical use of the revolver but understands it only as a target weapon.
I note in Mr. Crossman’s article in June Outdoor Life some questions which he desires answered and will try to answer them from the standpoint of my limited experience. On page 592 he asks: “What . . . does anyone want to test the theoretical loads of some backwoodsman for, when the factories that make the powder and the people that load the ammunition test the loads for us and give us the benefit of their complete and delicate testing apparatus?”
Could some of the brethren tell me something about the single-action S. & W.? I have used the single-action .44 Russian a little, but not enough to learn the capabilities of the gun, so I would like to hear about the Russian model, the .45 Schofield and the .38 single-action.
About one year ago I considered purchasing some kind of a high power rifle, but having had only a little experience with large calibers and one .303 Savage rifle, I began to search the columns of the arms and ammunition department of Outdoor Life for experiences of others.
Anent the Linkletter loads: It seems to me that these unfortunate experiments and somewhat acrimonious controversy can be laid more than anything else to the misrepresentation of Mr. Linkletter’s load by Mr. Crossman as stated by Mr. Newton.
I would like to ask, through your valuable magazine, for a comparison of two guns, namely, the Colt .32.20 single-action Army, 7½-inch barrel, and the Luger automatic pistol .30 caliber. Which is the more powerful and which the most accurate?
There were two words in my July articles, where I quoted from Mr. Kane, printed wrong. One of these was “lubrication,” which should have been “fabrication,” and the other was “discharged,” which should have been “described.”
I was merely attempting to prove that the weapon referred to by the author of the turkey story was a “revolver” and not a “pistol.” I had no intention of connecting Mr. Bryant with the story in any way.
We have received a letter from Dr. Hudson stating that he has received the .40-90 barrel ordered some time ago for the first test of the Linkletter loads, and that it is in perfect order and that he will immediately proceed with the work. It will be impossible for him to furnish a report on this test in time for the August number, but unless some unforeseen obstacle prevents, we will be able to publish it in the September issue.
Chas. Window, Waverley, Ia.—I have a Colt’s New Police, 4-inch barrel, .32 caliber. Do you think the S. & W. hand ejector .32, 4¼-inch barrel, is more accurate and a better made gun? Is it as reliable, and do you consider it as safe when used as a pocket gun?
Having read in this department many communications on the various types of revolvers, I believe it would be of interest to call attention to the subject of revolvers for target work and the ammunition best suited to their use, hoping by so doing to obtain valuable suggestions and criticisms from the able and experienced writers in your excellent magazine.
A few little hints that will help the hunters and sportsmen may not come amiss in your valuable paper, and as an author, to write with convincing effect, must have an introduction to his readers, I will begin by telling you who I am and what I have been doing in my past life of nearly 50 years.
Much consternation and dismay was brought about in the militia of the various states by the publication of a letter dated May 7th from General William Crozier. Chief of Ordnance, to Col. E. M. Weaver as Chief of the Division of Militia Affairs.