Setting forth the wonderful vitality of this animal and the sport to Le derived in coursing him with greyhounds on the Western prairies
J. A. McGUIRE
No more despised creature roams the free ranges of Nature's domain than the prairie wolf—commonly called coyote. It may also be stated with equal emphasis that no other animal—with the possible exception of the cougar and the grey wolf—wreaks such deadly havoc to the non-predatory animal life as does this one.
In the relation of which is told the story of a rainstorm and a big trout catch
CHARLES STUART MOODY
The clouds were over the entire heavens, and the lightnings flashed, the thunder rolled, the rains descended and the floods came and covered the whole earth even to the thickness of several cubits. That’s the way it looked and it felt even worse. It has been my exquisite pleasure to slip off a smooth rock and immerse my altitude in six feet of ice cold water; I have experienced the joyous thrill of upsetting a sneak-boat in the duck marsh when the air was full of scudding snow; I have been soaked in the many divers and sundry ways in which a devotee of the outdoors may become soaked, but for sheer misery there is nothing to compare with the drenching one gets from a steady downpour of rain when one sets out with the feeling in one’s heart that the sky is going to be fair, then it obligingly clouds up and lets loose a few thousand barrels of moisture in that immediate neighborhood for our especial benefit and accommodation.
Mr. Gavis was a short story writer. Every one of our crowd of thirty-three, journeying through the Yellowstone Park, was aware of the fact before we had accomplished the first twenty parasangs of that usually delightful trip. There was something in his look, bearing and personality that made him at once repulsive, however, to all the men of the party and warmly admired by all the women.
Looming up weirdly, specter-like, from that almost level expanse of the Painted Desert over which is spread the famous Petrified Forest of Arizona is a creation of nature’s handiwork, known as the “Lonely Sentinel”—a sight that has interested, fascinated, thousands of tourists and geological students from all parts of the world.
The Bald Eagle, sometimes called the "white-headed eagle," "white-headed sea eagle" or ‘‘Bird of Washington,” is the most interesting of the four species of eagles inhabiting the North American continent, as it is the national emblem of the United States, having been so distinguished as far back as June 20, 1782.
As the first shimmering ray of light peers o’er the giant peak that towers to the right of our temporary camp, ponies are saddled and tents folded. Rods, reels and shooting irons a-plenty are in evidence, and our mount is made, with spirits quickened by tin; morning’s chill.
I am longing for the mountains of my Colorado home, As the sun is slowly sinking out of sight behind their crests, And the dimmest blue-black shadows blacker grow about the dome; While the roseate hues of glory stain the clouds out in the West.
On the 3rd of November, 1907, Robin Byrd and I equipped ourselves with two pack horses apiece, besides one saddle horse, and took one dozen No. 4 beaver traps and our rifles, grub, ammunition, tent and other necessaries for one month’s trapping in the Rocky Mountains.
The bumblebee is on a bum An’ huntin’ ’round for sap. Says he, “I think the spring has come, For maples stand on tap.” The skeeter hums, “Dear me! I fear Men will forget to swear Unless I sing and make it clear That I am still all there,’ ” The shad-bush says, “I’m all in rags, And I must blossom out Before those long brown alder tags Begin to flaunt about.
The custom of taking Outings and pleasure excursions is becoming more general each year. As the summer approaches we long to desert the dusty pavements and confines of store or office, and wander, in delightful abandon, through the shady woods; to escape for a fortnight from the worry and care of this exacting routine and be a child again—a child of Nature.
We have in our town a mighty hunter whose fame has never been sung in verse nor prose but whose achievements equal those of the best of the "Winners of the West.” He is a modest individual, as the truly great always are. and would be greatly shocked to see his name in your widely-circulated Outdoor Life, so I will spare his blushes by merely mentioning his initials, which are John Huderle.
All is silent in the forest through the watches of the night; Not a single note of cheer; Never seemed it quite so drear, And within the lonely wigwam, by the dim, uncertain light, Sits a mother, bowed in fear, Making moan. Off across the broad, black river, far beyond Mashishee’s flight, Where the hated rivals dwell Of whose wiles the wise men tell, Sits an anxious maiden, gazing, weaving through the starless night, Doubts that nothing may dispel, All alone.
No man can enter the kingdom of Nature unless he has the heart of a boy. The bluff swagger and the iron hand may succeed in the world of business, but in the world where the streets are paved with buttercups and life is new from the hand of God, only the boy-heart is in harmony with the wild, unhampered things of earth and air.
I see her in the fields—a fretful child— And busy at her play; in glad surprise I see a gleam of summer in her eyes, And glad content. Around the air is mild, And softly trilling to the robin’s wild impassioned lay: a tenant of the skies, And lately come, his song the bluebird tries In worlds to which he is not reconciled.
It was one of those rare September afternoons which one sees only in the high altitudes, and its peaceful spell seemed to rest on all our party as we slowly wandered from our camp down to the shore. Arriving at Yellowstone Lake that morning we had pitched our tents among the pines, close to the water’s edge, to remain for a few days’ fishing.
When the fullness of spring has yielded her riches with lavish hand And the opulence of summer lies brooding o’er the land, A soft-eyed denizen of the wilds, with light and graceful tread, Thrilled with maternal instincts, prepares a leafy bed.
The day uprose From off the distant silhouetted hills, And wearily began to take its wid’ning path Across the frontier of the sky where storm-gods’ wrath Was manifested, blowing earthward chills And dark-faced foes. The bold array, Maneuvering to left and right for joy, Made visible the wind’s commands. The trumpeters, by code, Shrieked forth the legendary calls, and blew with might to goad The savage hearts of demons to destroy The gold of day.
As the “tenderfoot’’ of America is usually keen to bring to grass his first deer or bear, so the “griffin” or newcomer to India’s sunny clime generally has a decided hankering after “Stripes,” the lordly Bengal tiger. I have had the usual taste of “buck” and other fevers when the critical moment arrived, but all these tremors were entirely put into the shade, when my first tiger trotted out of the yellow jungle grass.
In fancy the rocks are sighing, The birds calling fondly again; The ghost of my young days is crying For the Echo, now stilled as in pain. I long for the scar-faced mountain, Where the Echo played truant with me, And drank from youth’s careless fountain Our portion of rare sympathy, But the wraith has left me to wander, ’Mid oceans of pleasure and crime: Still in dreams and moments of ponder, I’m a boy, and it’s sweet Echo Time.
One of the most remarkable freaks of nature in the United States, if not in the world, is to be seen in the Coast Range of the Sierra Madre mountains, about ten miles north of the city of San Bernardino, in Southern California. This is what is known as the Great Arrowhead. It lies far up on the side of the mountains, plainly discernible at a distance of forty miles, pointing, sentinel-like, into the San Bernardino valley, one of the most fertile and productive sections in the state.
Like as not its lead hit sidewise And its sights were far from true And its rusty bore resembled Strikingly a sooty flue. Mystic stars and signs and symbols, Punched in an uneven line, Told the fact ’twas “made in Belgium"— That old gun that once was mine. Yet, when in a hock-shop window, Racked and rusted, I espy An ungainly gun of Flobert’s, Through my whiskers floats a sigh For the days of dreams and gladness Spent with that old twenty-two; Days when every wooded pasture Was a forest deep and new.
I had seen alligators, and taken pot shots at them, as they lay asleep on the mud banks of our southern rivers and lagoons, ever since I was big enough to be allowed to use firearms; but that they were ever a peril to be guarded against by man, or dangerous to his domestic animals, I did not learn until I encountered the ugly monsters in the regions in South America which are annually overflowed by such rivers as the Orinoco and Amazon.
The god, Coyote, to the Nation said: “Let me divine your fate,” and from its bed A flint he wrenched, and in the Stream he hurled That flows to Our Land from the Underworld. “Let me divine your fate—It floats, you live; But if it sinks, your lives to Earth you give!” "Ah! Sorry jest,” cried all the people there.
This story teaches a lesson of mercy for the animal kingdom at large, and shows how prone we are toward the indiscriminate and wanton slaughter of the animal life
WILLIAM ASHBROOK KELLERMAN
Hundreds of people, yea thousands, were moving down the street towards the Plaza de Toro or amphitheater where, in the suburbs of Guatemala City, on a balmy Sunday afternoon, in January, a bullfight was advertised to take place. Well dressed and orderly they were— and why should not I join the procession? There was only a moment’s hesitation, and I found myself moving along with the great crowd.
Ol’ marster he sont me a fishin’ one day— De win’ he blow high an’ de win’ he blow low; So I hois’ up de sail an’ I let de boat go ’Till I gits forty-leben miles out frum de sho’ Way out to de haid o’ de bay. Den I cas’ out de anchor an’ haul down de sail; I sot down in de starn an’ I t’row out my line; Oh, de breeze wuz a blowin’ an’ de sun hit did shine, Den I says to myself, “Cudjoe, ain’t dis as fine As de cream on de milk in de pail?”
About one fisherman in fifty understands how to use a spoon in rod fishing such as one meets in ordinary mountain streams where trout are found. If handled rightly, a spoon affords as good sport and as clean, from the sportsman’s point of view, as fly fishing, the only difference being that a bit heavier rod is needed, backed by knowledge of fish habits in the early spring.
Motor boat activity on the coast this spring has taken a new start and is far more brisk than usual for even this active market. The work boat trade is calling for heavier horse power than ever and is increasing in demand as new enterprises are opened all along the coast from California to Alaska. The heaviest work boat trade is on Puget Sound and northward along the Alaska coast, but the pleasure boat demand is stronger to the south.
The accompanying picture shows the cruiser type of pleasure boat so popular along the west coast. This particular boat is the “Queen,” 34' over all 9' beam, carrying a 9-h.p. Frisco Standard engine installed by the Sunset Boat & Engine Co. of Seattle.
Herewith is given a picture of the new fishing schooner “Dreadnaught,” built by S. H. McLean of Ballard, Wash. This type is entirely new to the north Pacific coast and she will be watched with a good deal of interest here. She is the model now used by the Gloucester fishermen on the Atlantic and has given good satisfaction there. She is 70' over all, 17' 6 ' beam, 9' draft and has 14 tons of ballast, making her displacement 81 tons. She is 14 tons net and 40 tons gross, custom house measure, and will carry 68,000 to 70,000 pounds of halibut.
This cut shows one of the smallest type of work boats used on the west coast. It is the “Swan,” 25' over all, 5' 6” beam, carrying a 7-h.p. Frisco Standard engine furnished by H. W. Starrett of Seattle. Her speed is 8 miles and her cruising radius 160 miles on one tank of oil.
The common bullrush, Scirpus validus (S. occidentalis), known as tulle, bullrush, great bullrush, or mat rush, is one of the most common marsh plants to be found in the whole United States. It grows along the mud flats of the seashore, around lake margins, along sluggish rivers, ponds or anywhere that sluggish water and plenty of soft muck are found.
L. Schenk, St. Louis, Mo.—I would like to spend my next vacation on a typical cattle or horse ranch in Wyoming or Montana. Are there any such at the present time? From the tone of some magazine articles, one would conclude not. However, about a year ago I saw what I believe were two genuine cowpunchers at Union Station.
I have often been confronted with an incident of the hills which has puzzled me very much. During my hunting experiences I have frequently run across tracks showing where a weasel had followed a cotton-tail rabbit and killed it (as evidenced by the disturbed condition of the snow and particles of rabbit fur found around the place of combat), and undoubtedly carried it off somewhere, but what was done with the rabbit’s carcass I never could find out.
On Feb. 15th a meeting of representative citizens of the Jackson’s Hole country, Wyoming, met at Jackson and subscribed over $600 toward the feed and care of the 20,000 elk estimated to be suffering or starving in that state. The severe storms of the past winter left little grazing for the animals, and the snow was so deep that it was almost impossible for the elk to move about, many becoming exhausted by the heavy traveling and unable to continue farther.
By a proclamation of the lieutenant governor and executive council of British Columbia, dated Nov. 15, 1908, there was created a grand sanctuary for the mountain goat, mountain sheep, elk, mule deer and other important wild animals of the East Kootenay district of that province.
Mr. L. L. Bales, of Seattle, the noted Alaska hunter and guide, has had so many inquires for information regarding the north country that he has forwarded to Outdoor Life a copy of a letter he recently sent to a friend, and it contains so much valuable information for those contemplating Alaskan trips that we reproduce the greater part of it: You can write to any of the addresses given below.
Among my many curios I have a mounted specimen of an animal that has been given the name of the Rhrioskeretus by the natives of the Philippine Islands. This strange animal was shot by an American soldier in the wild mountainous region of the island of Luzon.
Knowing that your interesting magazine is widely read among the hunters, traders, trappers and guides of Alaska and the Arctic and sub-Arctic countries, I have ventured to choose it as a medium of seeking correct information as to the present habitat and size of the muskox.
For ways that are queer and viewpoints that are dense the average legislator is an easy winner. Some few things he understands well enough to frame up a law of some kind on—usually a near-fit that some shrewd lawyer easily finds a way to “bust” by having it declared “unconstitutional” or something of the kind if it docs not fit where he wants it to.
We are indebted to Mr. J. A. McMahon for the following interesting clipping from a Canadian paper: “A small herd of yaks, a domestic animal new to this continent, but common in parts of Asia and northern Europe, will shortly be brought to Canada under charge of the Department of Agriculture, with a view to ascertaining their suitability for domestication in the northern parts of this country.
O. L. Jones of Matlock, Wash., probably holds the record for “cat luck," and here’s how it happened: Not long ago he started after grouse near home accompanied by his bird dog which soon after “treed” something. Going up to it, Jones saw a big wildcat sitting quietly on a limb of the tree out of the dog's reach.
I don’t get to go on an “annual” trip, but enjoy the accounts of others’ in your valuable magazine. I have been traveling over eastern Washington and eastern Oregon lately, and I find the people of the latter locality want a bounty on coyotes and other destructive “varmints.” Unless one goes over the country as I have he cannot see the urgent need of a bounty law.
The Washington state commission has appropriated $5,000 as a nucleus of a fund for the installation of a live game exhibit at the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition which will be held at Seattle this year, and named Mr. A. W. Lewis as director of the exhibit.
The breezy western “atmosphere” of your magazine, drawn largely from the actual experience of those who have “been there,” has always held a great attraction for the writer. As it is facts we want, I herewith offer my observations bearing on the question, “Do deer bellow?” They prove to my satisfaction that they can bellow, at least.
In your February issue, on page 195, is an article entitled “Game Slaughter in Alaska.” Now I have every reason to believe in the truth of that article, as a case very similar to that one came under my observation on my way out of Susitna, where I was froze in last fall.
What is being or can be done to save the game? The snow is now (Jan. 4) four feet deep and lots of the game is still here, with no feed for them. One can on snowshoes or skis go alongside of grown elk, easily. They cannot last long with such winters as this, and it’s very likely a great number will die before spring.
In days gone by, in South Africa when diamond mining was in its infancy and when it was struggling to assume the position it now holds as the most important industry of South Africa, it was found that workmen caused great loss to the diamond mine operators through theft, and it was finally found necessary to pass a law which made illicit the buying of any diamonds uncut which had not been previously registered and the possessor of which did not have with the diamond a certificate of registration and particularly authorizing his possession of the stone.
On January 23rd I went out to La Patera, a salt marsh about ten miles from Santa Barbara, on a duck hunt. On my way down to the swamp I met a young fellow about eighteen years of age, who accompanied me the rest of the way. After the evening flight of duck had passed and it had become quite dark, I shouldered my gun and started back to where my companion had stationed himself.
I want to say a word concerning Mr. Carpenter’s story of the man-eating lions and Captain Macnab's quotation in your issue of February from Col. Patterson’s book describing his experiences in South Africa. I know that Col. Patterson’s story is true.
Mr. H. G. Thomas, state game commissioner of Vermont, writes: “There were 2,205 deer legally killed in Vermont during the six days open season (1908) and about 500 unlawfully killed.” We understand that the Biological Department of the United States government is about to issue another pamphlet on the farming of fur-bearing animals.
An interesting competition for schoolboys has been arranged by the executive committee of the National rifle Association. It will be known as the “Interscholastic Rifle Match” and will be for the Interschool gallery championship of the United States, to be shot this year for the first time.
Regarding bear pits in public parks and zoos, I would call attention to the fact that no provision is made for a sleeping den above the level of the pit, which is usually of cement. This being washed out daily keeps it damp and cold, which gives the bears rheumatism and distemper.
In regard to the photograph of deformed fish in the February number of Outdoor Life by Mr. C. E. Hedges of Helena, Mont., and the most likely cause of this deformity in trout, I will say that some trout are born with curved spines, spiral spines, double heads, and others regular “Siamese twins,” with just a little tissue holding them together.
Through the initiative of our valued contributor, Mr. Brent Altsheler, an association has been formed in Louisville, Ky., with the endorsement of over 100 prominent citizens, for the purpose of founding an art and science museum, with ample provision for the accommodation of mounted specimens of birds and mammals, fossils, etc.
When the rallying horn of autumn winds o'er hills and dales, Sent the golden leaves a-dancing down the poplar swales, And the rosy breasted bluebirds in belated bands, In maples held a sweet debate on southward plans; Then within a sunlit tangle filled with woodsy hush, Were you startled by a sudden whirling, whistling rush, That all the hunter’s blood within you swiftly stirred?
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
C. R. J., West Newton, Pa.—I would like to have your advice on starting a breeding kennel in this part of the country. We are only thirty-three miles from Pittsburg and I think we ought to be able to sell some of our stock close to home. I want to know whether it would pay to devote my entire time to dogs.
Chauncey Thomas has been engaged by the management of “Outdoor Life” to write a series of scientific articles for this magazine on subjects of interest to those who use guns. Most of the matter appearing in sporting publications are from the practical standpoint; usually reports and discussions of actual experiments, and but little ever appears concerning the fundamental laws that, if more widely understood, would not only prevent much useless work and controversy, but would be a material aid in developing the gun in its various forms of revolver, pistol, rifle, shotgun and cannon into a far more effective weapon.
A gun shoots just as hard at one end as it does at the other; and a light gun does not recoil any harder than does a heavy gun. Because of certain laws of motion a man feels a light body moving fast more than he does a heavy body moving slowly; that is, he feels the “kick” of the bullet more than the kick of a light gun, and the kick of a light gun more than the kick of a heavy gun, although the energy in bullet, light gun and heavy gun, that is, in foot-pounds striking force, is the same in all three.
I have done a great deal of experimenting with both rifle and revolver, one of which I will relate: I had the point of a .30-40 nickel steel rifle barrel cut off to 6” length and fitted to my .32 Colt Police frame. It is perfectly gas tight, has plenty of twist, and is one of the closest shooters I have ever shot.
It is with much pleasure that I read the Arms and Ammunition department of Outdoor Life. In the March number of 1904 will be found a photograph of some arms I once owned. I now have some which I like better. One is a Zischang-Sharps-Borchardt breech loading rifle, .32-40-200 caliber with a 32" No. 4 barrel, sighted with a No. 1 Expert 16" Sidle ’scope of 5 and 8 powers on Stevens micrometer mounts. This rifle will group its shots without cleaning in a 2½" circle or better at 200 yards.
I have been so interested in and so much benefited by notes seen in your publication embodying experiences, expert and otherwise, that I venture to add one that recently came to me in a private letter from a lover of rifle shooting He has arrived at the conclusions set forth below, he says, after firing about 6,000 rounds in the last two years: He uses a Stevens-Pope, muzzle-loading, 30" barrel, .32-40-200, his load being 3 grs. by weight of DuPont's Smokeless No. 1, followed by about 37 grs. of King's SemiSmokeless, filling the shell.
Before the invention of smokeless powder and metal-patched bullets there was very little controversy regarding guns and ammunition, large caliber versus small caliber, foreign rifles versus American rifles, etc. While it is true that there where many different makes of rifles and ammunition in those days as well as today, the main difference in the various old-time guns was their action.
Vernon F. Wright, Minnesota.— (1) Is there any special reason why there are no .22 automatic rifles shooting the plain .22 cartridges? (2) Could a Winchester rifle be made over to shoot the plain .22 cartridges? (3) What size of cartridge does this gun shoot: “Mauser Modelo Argentino, 1891. Manufactura Loewe, Berlin?” Would this gun be good for target practice?
I am sending you the remains of a .38 Military Model S. & W. revolver after it blew up with me at the military rifle range near Golden, Colo., yesterday. The ammunition was loaded by the Frankford Arsenal (Govt. loading) and as this is the fourth S. & W. Military model that has been blown up in this manner in the past month among Denver militiamen I thought the occurrence might be of interest to your readers, inasmuch as you have already given considerable space to this blowing-up subject.
I notice in the February Outdoor Life an inquiry from Chas. Vitous, Sutersville, Pa., in regard to a .30-40 single-shot rifle in his possession made by William Wurfflein, Philadelphia. Pa. Mr. Wurfflein is a maker of fine target pistols, and while I have never seen any of his rifles, I believe he is the inventor and manufacturer of both the Wurfflein rifle and pistol.
Denver is just as proud of her automobile industries as she is of her sunny weather and perfect roads, which permit her to lay claim to the greatest automobile mecca in the world. Among the institutions that make this city shine as an automobile trade center none have achieved more success than the Motor Car Department of the Denver Omnibus & Cab Co. of which J. M. Kuykendall is president and L. R. Stone manager.
One of the real sensations of the year in the motor boat line has been the new models which are being produced by the W. H. Mullins Co., Salem. O. The accompanying is an illustration of their handsome 26-foot model. As can be seen from the illustration, the general arrangements and accommodations of this boat are first class, strictly up-to-date in every particular.
In this issue will be found the illustrated full-page advertisement of the American Game Association, which has recently taken over and is the successor to the Kendrick Pheasantries and Game Association of Denver. Mr. W. F. Kendrick, who has shown so much public-spiritedness in the past, in stocking the state with pheasants, besides establishing the splendid aviary in Denver’s City Park, all at his own expense, remains as president and general manager of the new association.
We publish herewith a cut of the new design boat, called the “Bat,” something entirely new in the boat-building industry, which the Detroit Boat Co., of Detroit. Mich., have lately completed. The type of the boat itself is aero-marine craft on the order of a hydro-plane. The hull of the boat is 23' long over all, 5' 6" beam. 14" deep. The hull is built of cedar; the bottom forms two planes, each 11' 6” long with a raise of 7" amidships and with slightly rounded bilges.
The fusible core process enables the construction of rubber to a desired thickness and a reinforcement of the rubber with fabric to procure a desired strength upon a core or mantrel that will fuse or melt at a desired temperature and can be removed from the interior of a rubber article in the form of a liquid after vulcanization.
Last month we mentioned a folder which Carlos G. Young, 320, Market street, San Francisco, has issued, describing his Mansfield fly book, and this month we publish a cut of his Landing Net Frame, which he is placing on the market through the jobbing trade.
How to reduce the cost of production and consequently the selling price, without lowering the standard of quality, is a constant manufacturing problem. One of the large marine engine manufacturers has devised a plan which is at once reasonable and efficient.
Mr. W. J. Jamison. 1274 Polk street, Chicago, has sent us samples of his new trout spoons and flies in four different styles. Two of these (the "Coaxer” fly and the trout spoon) we herewith reproduce. In a personal letter Mr. Jamison tells us that he has now achieved the acme of perfection in a trout spoon, and judging by the samples sent us, we have no doubt that he is awfully near correct.
An interesting revolver match took place on Friday, February 12th. at the headquarters of the London Scottish. James street, Westminster. The conditions were six men a side, six shots at 20 yards at a 2-inch bull, six shots right, six left, and finally six shots rapid, 30 seconds being allowed.
With the approach of spring, it is said that the young man’s thoughts lightly turn to love; however that may be, summer usually brings its dreams of vacation, with its attendant pleasures. For the man who contemplates putting in his days off in the woods.
Probably few sportsmen realize that right at the entrance, practically, of Alaska and British Columbia, there is to be found one of the most extensive clothing and camp outfitters in the West. This is Mr. C. C. Fillson of Seattle, Wash., who has himself given deep study to the subject of proper clothing for those entering the Alaskan fields, either as explorers, miners, tourists or sportsmen.
Mr. Fred LeNoir, shooting Peters factory loaded shells, at New Berlin. O., February 12th, won high general average, scoring 117 out of 125. Mr. H. A. Murrelle won high average at the weekly shoot of the Bering Gun Club, at Houston, Tex., February 20th. scoring 97 out of 100 with Peters factory loaded shells.