In the beginning let it be stated that the writer is a Californian and that his camping experiences have been confined to his native state. Let it further be stated that this article was written for home consumption—for those Californians who wish to spend their summer vacations in their wonderful “Sierras”—those mountains made famous by John Muir and Clarence King.
Then loped a doe down the run-way green, And the woods looked on and breathed: "Heigh-ho, Miss Doe, be coy, go slowFor antlers a-browsing nearby we've seen." ’Twas than that the doe her ears set straight; And the big, brown eyes gleamed fear.
You want to pay me fer ole Tige, a hundred, maybe more, To sorter even up the thing an’ make me fed less sore, My eyes less dim? Well, friend, I’m glad you like ole Tige, It shows you have some sense Of how a man can love a dog—but small the re-com-pense Fer losin’ him.
Relating the Incidents Attendant upon the Killing of a Large Moose; the Enjoyment of a Trip in the Open; a Contemplation of the Wild Life and Especially of the General Health-Giving Features of Such an Outing
C. C. HILDEBRAND
One evening in the latter part of September, when completing arrangements for another moose hunt in New Brunswick, I was greeted with a “Hello, how are you? Have you got everything straightened out for our annual hunt?” Upon looking up I found that it was J. W. Bowman of Boston who was thus accosting me.
Now. with the warm season at hand, is the time for patent-medicine invalids to pitch their collection of noxious nostrums into the trash barrel and rejuvenate themselves with natural living! This suggestion is made by one who has had a prolonged and unsatisfactory experience; by one who knows just how alluringly those bottled cure-alls are labeled with miraculous promises—who knows that after their deceitful stimulation has vanished, there is nothing but miserable disappointment and the hopeful desire to try some better advertised kind! I know the habit, its harmfulness, its expensiveness, its delusion, and the inconvenience of carrying a small drug store in hand bag, suit case or trunk whenever you happen to stir!
It is not all of angling to angle. Like most other of our good times, much of the pleasure is in the anticipation. But unlike many, another considerable part of the pleasure is in the retrospection. Fighting over again, around the winter’s fire last summer’s contests with our linny friends or preparing our armament for next summer’s battles have no small place in the angler’s joys.
In the following pages are shown cuts of some of the most artistic designs in architecture to he seen at the forthcoming A.-Y.-P. Fair in Seattle. Outdoor Life has been especially favored in being presented with the first prints that are sent East, so our readers are given the full benefit accruing therefrom.
We’re giving our nerves a rest today, And we’re cheating the doctor bills, We’re out in the woods beside the stream That wanders among the hills. We’ve left far behind the town and care And the world is a thing remote. We’re lost in a -June-day reverie Just a’ watchin’ the bobber float.
Ever fish, and fish, and fish until dark and then discover that you could not possibly get back to camp through the jungle till daylight next day? Ever strike out through the woods to find that lake where your friend caught the big string and, instead of reaching there in an hour as you expected to, not reach the place until mid-afternoon and have to “lay out” all night?
The sun's rays slant from western skies. The shadow from the shore line dies; Then twilight had its rounds to make And all was still on Flathead Take. On Rocky’s crest a pale light beams, And; ere it sinks to quiet dreams, Throws back the kiss it dared to take From sunlit face of Flathead, Lake.
Tramp! tramp! tramp! Oh! the life o’ the tramp is life. Give me The clatter o' the tie an’ the clack o’ the rail An’ the squeal an’ the growl o’ the brakes. I see The gallopin’ ground ’neath the wheels o’ the mail; An’ I feel the jolt o’ the hammerin’ truck Singin’ clean through me, a lullaby— This is the rod-rider’s run o’ luck, As on, to the end o’ the land we fly, Hitched to the rattler until we die! Tramp! tramp! tramp!
With the advent of the first warm weather the West Coast people take to the woods and stay until fall rains make camping too uncomfortable again. Probably no other place in the world presents the same spectacle of men shutting up fine city homes and going to the woods to live for several months each year just for the love of the out of doors.
All arrangements have been completed and plans adopted to go ahead and build a motor boating club house at West Seattle by the members of the Elliott Bay Yacht Club and of the Pacific International Power Boat Association. Many yachtsmen who are members of one organization are also members of the other—in fact so far as the membership is côncerned in and about Seattle both clubs are composed of the same men though the International Association of course has many out of town members in addition to the Seattle crowd At any rate it is the Seattle power boat fellows who are building the new club house which will undoubtedly be headquarters for all the power boat and wind jammer folks who inhabit Puget Sound and the rest of the coast while they are in Seattle at least.
She is a special boat for express and passenger service in Alaska and will be used by the owner, M. J. Heney, in connection with his railroad building work in the north. The peculiar uses demanded of this boat called for very light draft and high speed, and no boat builders could be found who would build her according to specifications, and guarantee a 15-mile speed until Jas.
These be jubilant times among the boat men in the Puget Sound country and especially among Seattle boat men. The big A. Y. P. Exposition furnishes plenty of excitement and the boat races catalogued for the near future have all the power boat men talking “handicap,” “scantling restrictions” and kindred topics, that are near and dear to the heart of every boat man, and especially so to the owner of a racing machine, who thinks he has the best boat in the world.
Contrary to all expectations and indications before the season opened, trout fishing on the northwest coast opened with fine catches for the opening week. The past winter was one of heavy snows m the mountains, a condition that usually means a late season and bank full streams.
Never since the palmy days of the League of American Sportsmen has there existed in this country an active organization for the promotion of good fellowship among sportsmen and the advancement of game and fish protection generally. The L. A. S. would now be a power if it had the right kind of head; as it was, it had a big membership among the sportsmen.
Taking into consideration the wild fowl which flock to our gulf coast in winter, and the state-wide distribution of bobwhites (quail), with the blue or valley quail in the western portion of the state, supplemented by the messina quail in the mountains, and the liberal supply of deer in south and west Texas, still to be found upon the large ranches to which that entire region is, in the main, yet devoted (except the pineries of east Texas), there are few states which offer the variety of satisfactory shooting to the sportsman with the means and time at his disposal that is to be found in Texas.
Jack and I left the river camp for a sixteen-mile trip to the upper camp on the Boundary line loaded with supplies for the boys who were marking the line between Uncle Sam’s domain and that of His Majesty, King Edward VII. Jack carried a .30 caliber rifle, and I a hammerless shotgun for grouse, which were rather plentiful at times and which were a welcome addition to our regular rations of salt horse and beans.
Sometimes, in the publishing business, we run across some very amusing incidents. It is a common thing for us to stumble onto misconceptions of wild animal life, but the letter herewith published is about the richest thing we have seen in a long time. The old saying that “there are some who are so blind they will not see,” still holds good.
In your April number you make brief mention (under the caption, “Feed For Wyoming Elk”) of the citizens’ action in making voluntary contributions for the relief of suffering elk in the Jackson’s Hole country; and you pay the residents of that section a deserved compliment.
In this issue we present to our readers an article on camping written by Mr. Chas. S. Stoddard. Mr. Stoddard is a well known mechanical engineer of San Francisco who believes that summer outings are not only wise for the business man but for the wife and family of the business man as well, and acting upon his belief it is the custom of this family of enthusiastic mountain lovers to break away from their usual surroundings and spend a time in that most wonderful of California’s rugged domain— the high Sierras.
Here’s another from the Farm Journal of Philadelphia. This “nature faking” business seems to be getting a habit. What do you think? California. HENRY A. HARRISON. The clipping follows: “The following incident will show the reasoning power of a goose: A man who drives to town almost daily with a light spring wagon ran over a goose in the road, the front wheel going over the middle of his neck.
I read in the April number of your magazine an inquiry from Harry Patterson asking what becomes of the carcass of the rabbit after it is killed by a weasel. While I cannot give the desired information, I can, in a manner, tell of an incident I saw and which may possibly be of little interest to some of your readers.
Tom Holland has been appointed state game warden for Colorado, and there is no doubt but that he will make a very acceptable man for the position. He has served under former Governors Thomas and Orman as superintendent of fish hatcheries, and therefore the appointment has the merit of placing a man in charge who ir not a rank tyro at this work, as has been the case in many past instances.
I notice in your magazine for March another article by Mr. H. H. Simpson lamenting the deplorable and inexcusable slaughter of game in Alaska. The writer believes that any man who wastes game, killing more than he has need for, or who kills game out of season, except in case of absolute necessity, should be punished to the full extent of the law.
New Regulation on Limit and Season of Deer in Alaska
In accordance with authority conferred on the secretary of agriculture under Section 2 of the Alaska Game Law (35 Stat., 102), approved May 11, 1908, the following regulations, additional to those of August 1, 1908, have been promulgated, to take effect April 1, 1909:
When the April showers are falling, Making mud, and pastures green, And the bobolink is singing Where the meadow lark is queen; Then there comes a sort of itching, One that won’t be satisfied Till we’ve jointed up the fish rod And the line and reel is tried.
W. E. J., Paonia, Colo.—I have two eight-months-old pups, half foxhound and half Norwegian bear dog, that I notice are not as free to run as other pups I have. Upon examination I found their navel swollen to the size of a marble and quite soft and very sensitive, otherwise they seem all right and have good appetite and keep in good condition.
Have been reading with interest in Outdoor Life inquires regarding the breeding, training and handling of bird dogs. In the first place dogs are given bad habits (such as flushing, chewing birds, etc.) by their masters, who should be trained as well as the animal they try to handle.
When the dew is on the meadow And the clouds are hanging low, Just a hint of fog invading Where the flags and rushes grow; Grasses drooping on the hillsides, Heavy with the raindrop’s art; That’s the kind of fishing weather That is dearest to the heart.
A Goitre Patient’s Experience with the Snake Treatment
Editor Outdoor Life
I have been much interested in the article in your March number about Mr. Gruber, the snake specialist. I noted particularly his statement that he has cured cases of goitre by encircling the patient’s throat with a live snake. Five years ago I had a personal experience in this line, which may be of interest to your readers.
For the reason that the overwhelming majority of the shooting irons that one sees are machine made, and, consequently, all those of a certain make and model are exactly alike as far as the mechanism goes, and each model is made to handle a certain definite group of cartridges and no others, an arm differing from the standard factory product either in model, mechanism or cartridge, attracts a good deal of attention.
The following letter, received from a big game hunter of Seattle, Wash,, suggests a scheme which might be developed into something valuable for sportsmen and shooters in general: "I have often thought there Is only one satisfactory way of deciding this superiority of rifles and ammunition. My idea is to buy in open market different makes of guns and ammunition, playing no favorites, so that there would be no question of picked weapons, testing the different guns at different ranges and with different ammunition and testing guns of supposedly equal power against each other. Then use Winchester shells in Savage rifles and Winchester shells in Winchester rifles, etc., showing the difference in power and accuracy of the different loads and demonstrating what some sportsmen believe to be true—if it is true—that some cartridge companies underload certain cartridges for the purpose of casting discredit on that particular rifle adapted thereto.
In last month’s Outdoor Life there was an article on the "Killing Power of Bullets” and in it mention was made of heart wounds—or rather the author spoke of an animal being shot through the heart and often running some distance.I have never read any theories regarding the causes for-this difference in effect of two bullets when the wounds are apparently identical.
I have read some of the things about the way a bullet flys and how It kills when it hits by Chauncey Thomas In your magazine recently and they seem to contain more science than sense. Maybe they are all right in theory and maybe they are not. You have got to show me.
I have read with interest several articles printed in your magazine regarding rifles and their actions.. One rifleman thinks that a piece equipped with a trombone action, shooting a high power cartridge, would be the “very thing” —stating also that you have no power for extracting the shell in a modern bolt-action rifle.
As a regular reader of your most interesting magazine and its best feature, arms and ammunition, my boyhood love for the rifle has been “fanned” into a flame of admiration for the best arm of the true sport. Dwelling with those contributors upon every theme from the reliable single-shot to the frolicky automatic and from the Hudson-Thomas and Hoxie bullets to the vented-muzzle, I have become inspired with the prevailing ambition for a better sporting rifle, and to that end wish to “butt in” with my idea.
The concealed weapon law—a law forbidding the carrying of weapons in a concealed manner—has become quite universal throughout the states of the “Union.” Nevertheless, the question, whether the law is advantageous or disadvantageous, constantly arises.
The value of the .22 single-shot pistol as an arm for practice and small game shooting when other arms are not conveniently carried seems not to be appreciated, by many at least, as it really should be. To be sure, the better informed shooters fully realize the worth of these little arms and would consider their outfit incomplete without one when on hunting trips with a generous supply of the most excellent smokeless cartridges with their grease-less bullets—unquestionably the most perfect ammunition in this caliber now offered the shooter as having no lubricant the cartridges can be easily carried loose in the pocket, or in a small buckskin (the latter way being preferred by the writer) being Instantly available when needed with no possibility of dirt, dust or sand adhering to them as was the case a few years ago when nothing but the black powder cartridge with lubricated bullet was to be had.
I have been an interested reader of your valuable magazine for over two years and am particularly interested in the discussion of modern hunting rifles and would like to tell the brother enthusiasts my idea of an idea! big game gun that should make a creditable showing in target work as well.
The March, 1909, issue of Outdoor Life contains an article by Mr. Lowdermilk, of Oregon, on what he thinks is a perfect belt holster. The idea is good, for some people’s needs, but in case a man wants to be able to draw his gun quickly, two changes must be made in the position of the holster; i. e., (1) the open end of the holster should be at the top of the belt; (2) and the holster should be fastened to the belt on a slant so that a forward, as well as upward, movement of the hand is used to draw the gun.
The superiority of the riflemen of Great Britain on the gallery range has just been demonstrated by the overwhelming victory of the British team in the International Small Bore Match just ended. When the American rifle team was in England last summer taking part in the shooting contests of the Olympic games, General James A. Drain, president of the National Rifle Association and captain of the team, was approached by the secretary of the Society of Miniature Rifle Clubs of Great Britain with a proposition to hold a friendly international match with small bore rifles on gallery ranges, the match to be shot on targets issued by the British Association to be signed by the respective associations and interchanged, the results to be cabled.
Concerning Heavy Charges for Revolvers and Rifles for .22 L. R. Cartridges
Editor Outdoor Life
I wish to thank Mr. Ashley Haines and Mr. Adolph Topperwein through your valued magazine for the light loads recommended by them for the .44-40 Colt’s Frontier belt-gun. While I have not yet been able to try these loads I feel sure both will prove satisfactory.
Although I long ago passed through the “six-pistol stage,” I still read the news and comments regarding this line of goods and occasionally suffer a slight relapse, but usually recover before I get my money over the counter for another gun or trappings therefor.
For some time I have noticed inquiries in your magazine in regard to the Winchester .351. I have in my time used almost every kind of Winchester rifles and have found they are all very strong shooters, but above all other rifles I prefer the .351 Winchester self-loader.
In regard to graphite deposit in rifles as mentioned in the February number, I wish to say that of all the many things which I have used to try to destroy the lead and residue accumulating in rifles, the most effective is vinegar. While visiting in the country my rifle became leaded and I was told to use vinegar.
E. Wyman, San Francisco, Cal.—I would like to know what you think of the .32 Winchester Special carbine, model 1894, as a rifle for all-around hunting in the West. Do you think the carbine (20-inch barrel) is much inferior to the rifle of same caliber with the regular 26-inch barrel—that is. do you think there would be any great difference in accuracy and velocity? What do you consider the best route for camping and hunting from Salem, Ore., to Helena, Mont.? Answer.—We consider the .32 Winchester Special carbine a very good gun for allaround hunting purposes.
An exhibition of expert fancy shooting for the entertainment of an ordinary audience is equivalent to giving a concert to a musical crowd. There are those who really appreciate technic and harmony, while others demand rag time and are not pleased without it.
We have received so many requests from readers for reproductions of our April cover page that we have printed up a few hundred copies of this drawing, minus the lettered portion, in a size and style suitable for framing. The size of the printed portion is about 11x12 inches, in plain black and white, with a 3-inch white margin, on heavily coated enameled paper.
Most every day we read the words: “Where the big ones lie,” A title for a photograph Of fishing with the fly. Sometimes it’s by the boulders big Or by the logs or trees, Where the big fish ought to be As the kodak man sees. Methinks the big ones really lie At home or at the club, Where the fish we hooked that got away, Is the tale, or lie, or rub.
Perhaps the most essential requirement of a cooking kit is compactness. The Seeley Cooking Kit seems to solve this problem better than others, for it is marvelous the way one utensil fits into another. Fifty-eight pieces are actually put away in a tin pail measuring 10x12 inches. Over this is drawn a strong canvas bag; this making it most suitable for transportation. The kit contains coffee pot. frying pan, canisters, pails, knives, forks, spoons, plates, cups, bowls, etc.
When you go away on your trip this summer you will probably spend anywhere from fifty to a thousand dollors to get into a good fishing country, secure an outfit, hire a guide or two, and buy grub for the party. What if you should be taken sick? Supposing the greasy foods you will doubtless eat.
The Wisconsin Motocycle Co. of 801 Emerson street, Monroe. Wis., western distributors of the Indian motocycle, report greatly increased sales on this popular machine during the past year. Some great winnings have been made by this machine.
The .J. Stevens Arms & Tool Co. write us as follows; For the approaching vacation season and its kindred joys there is nothing more serviceable and necessary for an outdoor man or boy’s equipment than a Stevens small bore rifle. Such up-to-date and meritorious models as the Stevens-Mavnard Jr. No. 15. Crack Shot No. 16 Little Krag No. 65, and Favorite No. 17 rifles have for years been acknowledged to be without an equal in their class, always being considered the pioneer small bore arms of efficiency.
How often have you been hunting big game and ran across small game and birds and wished with all your heart that you had a small rifle or shotgun? How often have you been out bird or squirrel shooting and ran across a deer or a bear? Nearly every sportsman has had this sort of luck. It seems that we always have just the wrong gun for the occasion.
T. H. Keller, Jr., who is shooting for the Hunter Arms Co. of Fulton. N. Y., and of course using the Smith gun."is fast establishing his title to rank with the very best of the experts now representing the big fire-arms and shell-makers; “Haze” is also showing himself a real "chip off the old block.”
Through the courtesy of Mr. J. H. Irwin, manager of the Western branch of the Warner Instrument Co.. 1518 Broadway, Denver, we have been supplied with some interesting literature concerning the devices for recording the speed and distances traveled by automobiles."
This well known make of binoculars comprises a glass for every purpose. Deserving of special mention, however, is the new “Pagor” glass, a wonderfully small. light and compact glass with strong magnifying powers and a large, glass for general outdoor use, where a glass is to be used for a number of different purposes. Free catalogue may be had on application to the manufacturers or from local dealers. C. P. Goerz, American Opt. Co., 79 i East 130th St.. New York.
One of our readers furnishes us with the following information concerning the accompanying picture: On April 29th. while Mr. H. Cory of Syracuse, Indiana, was casting a “Coaxer” bait for bass In Lake Wawasee he hooked and landed the largest pickerel ever caught with hook and line (or any other way) in the state of Indiana.
If you want the handiest and neatest camp cooker on the market just cast your eye over our advertising pages this month for the illustration and description of the Sackett Camp Broiler made by H. R. Sackett. 330 Main street. Rockford. 111. Mr. Sackett makes this month a special inducement to the readers of Outdoor Life by offering to send one of these broilers for 75 cents to anyone who will send him the name of the sporting goods dealer In his town not handling it.
Parties desiring to go to Wyoming for a rest or for good trout fishing could not do better than correspond with S. N. Leek, Jackson, Wyo. Mr. Leek lives in the center of the winter home of the elk. but there are many of these animals to be seen there in the summer in the higher elevations, and this fact, coupled with the grand scenery roundabout.
Mr. George Buchanan of Toledo. Ohio, using steel lined U. M. C. shells, won the amateur high average at the McClure Gun Club shoot on April 23rd. with the excellent score of 181 out of 200 targets, under very difficult weather conditions. Mr. R. O. Heikes won the professional high average at this shoot, shooting 190 using "Arrow” shells.
Geo. B. Buchanan of Toledo. Ohio won high amateur average at the McClure Ohio tournament on April 23rd with his Marlin trap gun, with the score of 181 ex 200. At Atchison. Kansas. April 18th. high amateur average and .high general average were won by Mr. Wm. Veach. Falls City Neb., with a score of 113 out of 120 with Peters loaded shells.