Surely an incomparable prelude to the days of interest and novelty that were to follow was the trip westward from Chicago, via the unsurpassed through sleeper service of the Union Pacific rail-way to Portland, the City of Roses. A paragon of comfort in its construction, the equipage of this superb train in arrangement also provides the discriminating traveler with the convenience and delights of a splendid buffet and library car, supplying refreshments at all hours, and the latest popular books and magazines.
A clear, cold stream splashes idly down into a quiet, reed-found pool. Long, wavy, green weeds cover the bottom, except near the foot of the falls, where there is a carpet of sparkling pebbles, washed down from above. Over this gravel-bed, just where the swift current from the falls blends with the still waters of the creek, hovers a school of tiny minnows, with their heads always up-stream.
Who does not know the picture of an elephant? It is the first animal we know from early childhood in the colored alphabet books. The African elephant I must admit here at once, I am not very well acquainted with. I have a lot to learn yet and I hope to be able to tell Outdoor Life’s readers a lot about them when I next return from equatorial Africa; but I will tell you a few things I noticed while on my station.
The soft wind blew from the southward, The lark sang sweet in the sky; And the reaper, with death-dealing sickle, Went swinging and slashing by. 'Twas summer, and all was gladness, The lark sang all day long To his mate in the waving grain-field— Sang over and over his song.
Child of the summer, boy of mine, Out in the sun and wind all day; Deep in the realms of Slumberland After the out-of-doors at play; Tell to me all the white clouds said Floating above in skies of blue? What was the tale the west wind brought? What did the butterflies say to you?
About sunset we pitched our tent on Hominy Creek near the center of the Osage Indian Reservation, where enchanted streams of clear, sparkling water furnished bass in. abundance; and thickly-wooded hills and canons, intermingled with grassy marshes and prairies, invited the would-be hunter to haunts of deer, turkey and small game.
How many times have you wished you could go back to the days of Boone and Crockett; back to the days when it was of far more importance to a man to be able to read a footprint in the forest than a leaf from a printed page? How would you like to be able to follow a trail; to become skilled in forest lore and woodcraft; to learn how to ride a bucking broncho; to shoot the rifle and revolver, to pack a burro; to make a camp fire; to learn Indian tactics?
On May 20, 1908, the first Rocky mountain goat ever bred in captivity was born in the New York Zoölogical Park. Its parents were brought from British Columbia by Director Hornaday in November, 1905, with three other specimens. All five were born in May, 1905, and were captured in the mountains north of Fort Steele.
It is in the woods the big game sportsman spends his most pleasant vacations, and it is often in the woods that the most lasting friendships are formed. Whatever our positions at home may be in the professional, social, or commercial world, it is when we go to the woods that we are placed pretty much on an equality, for it is here our mettle is tested and where those sterling qualities which are the makeup of every true sportsman, are brought out.
Say, all you dudes, an’ you lady so fair, An’ you string-halted guy with the sky-piece, I ain’t a circus let out for some air, I’m a puncher jest huntin’ some eye-grease. What! You don’t savvy my lingo? Oh, h--l! Come out to Texas—you’ll learn it right well.
Oo-wow! Say, did you ever put on your German socks and a peaked cap with a tassel on bigger'n a feather duster and go yachting—on ice? If so, did you ever get stung again? We venture not! For a couple of hours it is great— after that the pleasure fades out like a 10-cent tie caught in a rain storm.
The limpid waters of the river crawled along noiselessly past bank and brake, through wooded glen and marshy fields of wild rice, rippling only as they moved around a fallen tree trunk, half covered by the stream, or hastened over shoals innumerable, abounding in this river of the wild.
Although Mr. Underwood's secretary, and familiar with his business affairs, I knew very little of his early life except that he accumulated his fortune in the West by hard work and honest industry, and that he had for many years been a prospector before he struck a rich claim and laid the basis of his fortune.
On June 29th and 30th was held the first power boat long-distance race ever held in the Puget Sound country. The race was run under the auspices of the Royal Yacht Club of Vancouver and the Elliot Bay Yacht Club of Seattle, the distance covered being 122 miles and the same rules that governed the Marblehead race in the East governed here.
Gas engine dealers report the '08 demand for gas engines just as heavy as '07, in spite of the financial situation, the one difference being that a little more credit has to be extended this year than last. Collections, however, are very satisfactory, and no apparent slowness noticeable.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
G. E. A., Ft. Collins, Colo.—I bred one of ray full-blooded Airedale bitches to full-blooded Airedale the evening of April 7th. She was kept in until 11 days had elapsed and then let out. A cur got to her, and she whelped June 13th. She has seven puppies; five are about the shade of a deer, short, coarse hair, ears nice V-shaped; two are almost a black except one of these has white paws all around and a white stripe on breast.
A. B. Roderick, Des Moines, Ia.—A little controversy has arisen here as to which is the proper position for a reel, namely, on top or bottom of rod, at time of casting. Answer.—In bait casting the reel should be on top at all times (it being understood that the regular short bait rod is used).
The flowers are fading one by one in meadow and on hill, The shadows in the old spruce wood are growing dark and chill, And all the dancing summer world is silent now, and still. I grieve that summer days are gone—the sweet, luxuriant days When time goes slouching with the breeze through devious forest ways— A roving, reckless, lazy chap that dallies and delays.
Outdoor Life will be glad to receive information at any time of any infraction of the game laws of any state. Such information will always be immediately communicated to the game department of the state in which the infringement is alleged to have been commited, after which it will be our aim to exercise a stringent espionage over the carrying out of the game department's duties In the premises.
The report of Deputy Game Warden Joseph Russell of Lillooet District, B. C., to the Provincial Game Warden at Vancouver, for 1907, will be interesting to our big game readers. It is given in toto as follows: Sir:—I have the honor to submit my report for the year 1907: April 18.—Left Lillooet, bound for Churn Creek and Empire Valley.
Off went the alarm. I felt as though I had been in bed less than half an hour, but the clock said 3:30, so I rolled out, jerked on my flannel shirt, hunting pants and woolen socks, lit the gas and made a cup of coffee, hustled out to the shed where I kept my calk-shoes, gun and horn—turned out the dogs, jumped on my wheel and was off.
It has been several years since I have had the pleasure of a jack rabbit hunt and although I have killed other varieties of game, that, for the moment, afforded more satisfaction, yet I doubt if I ever will kill game that, in retrospect, will present as many interesting phases as some of the never-to-be-forgotten incidents connected with the hunting of these long-eared, nimble and often elusive dwellers of the prairie.
The newspapers have compiled a list of seventy-one fatalities in the hunting fields of the United States for the year 1907. Such appalling statistics suggest some drastic remedy. Nearly all of this killing was done by careless or nervous hunters.
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.
Do I know him? Wal, I reckon, an’ he ain’t no circus freak, With a lot o’ lush palaver an’ a braggart’s stock o’ cheek. He’s a woolly west perduction, an’ a “gun-man,” too, an’ yit, Not the kind that shoots their weepun fer pure cussedness a bit.
Our best rifles are equipped with straight or pistol grip stocks, nicely checkered, beautifully finished and with either rifle or shot-gun butts. They are well-shaped and are very pretty to the eye. The smooth enameled, shellac finish, however, soon becomes so scratched in the field as to become an absolute disfigurement to the arm.
While dodging about the United States, from Gotham to Frisco, as a newspaper man, I often buy Outdoor Life whenever I see it, just to read the talk about revolvers, bullets, powder charges and other technical shop talk. And one thing is noticeable; the revolver is usually mentioned only incidentally as a pocket weapon.
Through various sources our attention has been caned to the excessive loads of our powders which a certain experimenter in the West has been recommending. Our smokeless powders, when used according to the directions accompanying same, are very reliable and uniform and can be used with perfect safety, but we desire to caution those who may have read the statements of the gentleman referred to above that smokeless powders are much stronger than black, and, therefore, it is necessary to follow the manufacturers’ instructions, carefully, when loading.
For the admirers of small calibers and for the adherents of the .25 calibers, the new .25 caliber Remington Autoloading is the ideal rifle. Free of recoil, it is typically a ladies’ gun, and most admirably adapted for single hand shooting. One may hold the reins of his horse in one hand and do efficient and admirable work with the new .25 caliber Remington in the other.
I was pleased to note, from your letter of several weeks ago, that you had succeeded in inducing Dr. Hudson to make a complete test of all of the Linkletter loads. I presume it will be some time before these tests will be completed, and in the meantime would like Mr. Linkletter to explain the following: In his load for the revolver he speaks of 8½ grains black powder, measure, being 5 grains, by weight, of Bullseye.
The big eastern shoot of the Inter-State Association was pulled off here (Wellington, Mass.), on July 14, 15 and 16, under the most favorable auspices. Rain slightly interfered the first day, but only caused a temporary lull in the sport.
It is with some diffidence, and only at the request of the editor of Outdoor Life, that I have agreed to test and discuss further Mr. Linkletter’s loads and theories, for it is a thankless job and one which seems to have aroused all kinds of personal animosity.
Please find enclosed a clipping from the “Times” of India, which will give your readers a little idea about the Big vs. Small Bore controversy as we have it here in India. There is a most decided tendency among the hunters of dangerous game in both India and Africa to go back to the big bore rifle, especially when hunting in dense jungles where the hunter may suddenly come upon a dangerous animal face to face.
Indications point to a change in the method of determining such contests as those which have just been pulled off at Camp Perry. It is represented that the attendance on these matches is so large as to necessitate from two to three weeks’ shooting, of which ten days are devoted to national matches alone.
As I have been interested in reading a few articles on the .25-20 rifle, I thought I would write a few words about this rifle, of which I have owned one for several years, a Stevens, and during this time it gave a very good account of itself. The .25-21 is a very fine rifle for shooting ducks, geese and hawks at quite a long range, say up to 350 yards or more.
"A well known trick shot—but not an expert." So says Mr. Crossman in the July number of Outdoor Life, in the Arms and Ammunition department. It all came about in this way: After receiving the endorsement of hundreds of people for the proposed Haines model revolver, of which I was one, the eagle eye of Mr. Crossman, after a careful search, says he is unable to find one recognized expert in the entire bunch.
HARDY WILLING TO SHOOT WITH CROSSMAN, USING LEFT HAND.
Editor Outdoor Life
I must confess to being a layman, and as far as practical knowledge of the mechanical construction of a revolver is concerned, I am not competent to take part in the discussions going on in the Arms and Ammunition department of Outdoor Life. I have, however, read the articles with much interest, and particularly the one of Mr. Crossman in the July number.
This is the heading to a communication from our friend Ashley A. Haines, which was sent to Outdoor Life’s editor and by him sent to me with a request that I reply to it. The letter asks for particulars in regard to my loading that I use in the .44-40 shell that I use in my revolver; also the more powerful loading, that I use in a single shot rifle.
The accompanying cut was made from a photograph sent us by Stewart Hedges of Kansas City, Mo., the designer and owner of the belt, holster and revolver shown. Mr. Hedges tried 23 different revolvers before deciding to purchase this one, which is a Colt New Service target revolver with 7½-in. barrel, blued target sights, the entire frame except sights being full silver plated.
I enclose herewith photograph and description of an '86 Model Winchester, 45-90, which I remodeled for a saddle gun. I first cut the spur off of hammer, making it swing in a true circle. I then attached a piece to receiver enclosing hammer up to and on a line with lower part of bolt.
Having read a good deal of the discussion of guns and ammunition in your excellent magazine, I want to put in a few lines from an old “gun crank.” The first thing I want to do is to classify your writers, as I understand them, chiefly for the benefit of amateur sportsmen, since the discussion seems to have confused some amateurs in regard to the kind of gun they should buy for field work.
I have a .25-35 take-down Winchester with Lyman sights, and have used both the metal patched and Ideal gas-check bullets, which I make myself, but do not think they are as accurate as the factory make, in a rifle that has 1 turn in 8"; still they do very well and are probably the best a shooter can make at home.
Land Cruising and prospecting, by A. F. Wallace, Illustrated. A. R. Harding Pub. Co. Price, 60c. To the man who follows the compass, the trap and the trail this unique little work is inscribed, and if a book has heretofore appeared which covers this field, it has escaped our notice.
Star-flecked and silent, the sky bent and waited, While at our feet a still world lay asleep, Sleeping as though unto death it was fated. Shrouded in mist-covers, far-reaching, deep. Shrill wailed the ice-blast across the bleak mountain, Slapping the brow of that rough furrowed crag, Searching so keenly for chinks in our clothing.
The Harrington & Richardson Arms Company of Worcester, Mass., have come to the front once more with a new model three-piece single gun. During their thirty-six years of manufacturing experience this concern has gained the confidence of the public, not only because of quality and dependability, but because of the many improvements resulting from the care and thought devoted to firearms manufacturing.
The 1908 Grand American Handicap Tournament, which is the largest trap shooting affair of its kind each year, was held at Columbus, Ohio, the last week in June. U. M. C. shot shells were used by the winners of four of the six events, and the Remington Autoloading Shotgun was used by the winners of the big prize, the Grand American Handicap.
The Rapid Loader has now been on the market a year and the company is consequently, in receipt of many letters from all parts of the earth, where these little Loaders have found their way, either in the form of a duplicate order or simply words of praise for the little device which has proven such a boon to the “Knights of the Two Eyed Gun.”
The manufacturers of Ballistite are just in receipt of the following letter: J. H. Lau & Co., New York: Gentlemen:—I note that the sporting papers are giving credit for High Average at the Grand American Handicap to Du Pont Powder, when same should be credited to your Ballistite in my hands.
The Breeze Carbureter Co., 276 Halsey street, Newark, N. J., has issued a neat pocket edition of a booklet entitled, “Carbureters and Engine Troubles,” which is intended as an aid and instruction book to those who have troubles with their engines.
We take pleasure in introducing to our readers this month a new firm in the taxidermy line. After fifteen years’ experience in both America and Europe, during which they have done taxidermy work for the German Emperor, Grand Duke of Mecklenburg, Franz Joseph, King of Hungary, and other prominent people of both countries, Messrs.
The new catalog just issued by The A. H. Fox Gun Co., Philadelphia, Pa., is a work of art throughout and should be sent for by every sportsman who contemplates making any addition to or changes in his kit of firearms. The superior workmanship and finish of these guns have made Us reputation second to none.
Mr. H. Tauscher, of 10-12 Thomas street, New York City, who has been for some time the sole agent for the United States, Canada and Mexico for the Luger automatic pistol, has been appointed the sole agent in the United States of the Mannlicher-Haenel repeating rifles.
At the State Fair held at Taylor, Texas, July 2nd, 3rd and 4th, in an exhibition, Mr. Ad Topperwein broke 280-300, using Dead Shot Smokeless Powder. Mr. H. E. Buckwalter, shooting a Lefever Gun. won the Eastern Preliminary Handicap, with the score of 88 out of 100 at Boston, Mass., July 15, 1908.