A Smithsonian scholar dwells on the history of some animals that have passed. Millions of years look as small to the Scientist as thousands to the ordinary man.
R. I. GEARE
It is surely interesting to read about the prehistoric animals which in vast herds roamed over the earth or splashed in the trackless oceans some millions of years ago, when among the common beasts were to be counted the mammoth, its second or third cousin,—the mastodon,—the triceratops, pterodactyl, or flying dragon, stegosaurus, thespesius, and a host of others.
Not so very long since a leading publication devoted to domestic engineering devoted a series to swimming pools. As if the staid American plumber, with one eye to his pocket-book and the other to the bill-head, knew anything at all of real swimming pools!
An orphan am I—if that’s any ban, I don’t know my father from any dog-man. I don’t know my mother, or if she lives now— To tell you the truth I don’t give a bow-wow. In autos I ride. I have a nice maid; To brush my white teeth she is very well paid. I wear coats and boots and I sleep on fine silk, I eat whitest meat and I drink richest milk.
A California girl tells of the fascinating incidents experienced by the Sierra Club in scaling these two icy summits. Following the life line over crevasses and climbing ice steps were features of the trip.
Climbing mountains as a summer pastime is still too recent to be appreciated by the truly conservative, but that it is an interesting pastime the following account may show. The Sierra Club started from San Francisco early in July for Portland and Mt.
For a truth here is a good fish story ! I caught it in the pilot house of the “North Star” as the captain steered us up the tortuous course of the Columbia River. The bait—one of those expensive Havana cigars of which the yellow rich think they have the monopoly.
It is customary for sportsmen to write of their successful hunts, but of the unsuccessful ones we usually say nothing. However, below is the description of a hunt that was a flat failure, but I feel that the incidents connected with it may be of interest to some fellow sportsmen.
Oh, I long to be out in the wilderness, By the glow of the camp-fire dying; Where the song of the night is the babbling brook, And the wind in the pines a-sighing. For the lure of the wild is in my heart, And the voice of the wood is calling; Calling me back to that happy land, Ere the first white snow is falling.
A member of the Out West Riding Club of Los Angeles, Cal., tells of the health-giving pastimes of a club whose enthusiasm could with profit be emulated by the horseback riders of all large cities.
E. A. BRININSTOOL
Some one has said, and said with wisdom, that “the best thing for the inside of a man is the outside of a horse.” There is an organization in Los Angeles. Cal., that thoroughly believes in the saying. It is probably the most unique organization in the United States.
A meadow path my eager feet invited, A path close-fringed with daisies white and gold, And clover blooms where yellow bees alighted, And butterflies flew riotous and bold. I wandered unmolested and enchanted, Far from the pulsing pressure of the crowd, When suddenly, amid the daisies planted, Appeared a sign—“No Trespassing Allowed!” Across its frowning face a robin flitted, Then perched upon the edge and chirped in glee As if to say “To stay here I’m permitted; This sign’s not meant for little birds like me!” I turned, with saddened steps my way retracing, The sun dropped down behind a screening cloud, It couldn’t stahd such disappointment facing, It understood “No Trespassing Allowed!” The pathways that are most to be desired Are sure to flaunt that irritating sign, It seems to me I never could be hired To put such things on any land of mine.
The accompanying manuscript is said to be the original of Eugene Field’s first poem, and was written in his college days. It was given to his school comrade, Lysander Thompson, a lawyer of Macon, who, at his death, gave it to the writer. In order to establish the authenticity of the manuscript it has since been submitted to some old newspaper friends at St.
The day has dawned, and pine-clad peaks are glowing Beneath the sun’s caress. The breath of morn Blows softly 'gainst my cheek, a kiss bestowing Whereof, dear heart, new thoughts of thee are born. High noon is here. The pine trees cast their shadows About their feet—a blot 'neath every tree.
I’m hungry for some greens! A mess For some fresh wintergreens! Of dandelions or water cress. It’s surely queer I’d like some tamarack gum This time o' year From back in fathers’ pasture— To crave these things and want them so. Or an osier twig I’d like to know To chew, and I would dig What fun there is in getting old— Some ground nuts in the woods Too old to go Under the beeches.
A guide is asked so often these questions that I thought I would use a little of your valuable space and answer them in a general way. The questions and answers will not interest the old timers, but may be of assistance to those who have not had experience in camping and traveling with a pack outfit.
Quite unconsciously it has come. Somewhere off in the heavens the sun has shifted its course. The leaves have unfolded themselves before our eyes, yet defying us to penetrate their mysterious process. A thousand and one things in nature tell us that it is summer again, just as it has been summer in the by-gone, and humanity attuning itself to the changed conditions, too has altered.
Last summer, in the month of June, in willow fly time, when trout fishing in the famous Gunnison river of Colorado’s Western slope was at its best, Smith and Ross, equipped with the necessary paraphernalia, including fishing appurtenances, utensils, etc.—in fact, omitting nothing that would add to the comforts of camp life—boarded a D. & R. G. train, and when the, conductor called “Iola,” Smith said: “Ross, here is the fisherman’s paradise; prepare to enjoy two weeks of the happiest time of your life.”
The sea-gulls drift in crowds high overhead; One moment black against the pale, gray sky; Now white against the mountains looming high; Then skimming low, they match the foam instead. See, poised aloft, just for a space they spread Their tireless pinions, uttering an eerie cry, So human-like that sailors hearing them, by Such close resemblance, often are thither led.
To a man who has successfully bearded a gasolene bicycle in his den, been the intimate companion of a hungry grizzly-bear across two whole counties, permitted himself to become attached to a pair of “skees,” and lived through a spirited flirtation with an insufficiently busted broncho, the mosquito would not at first thought appear to afford much interest per se as an object for his scientific investigation.
You onst on a dime vas all dat I hat An ve vas such schollie good fellows at dat; Ve ate the same lunch and shared de same bunk An’ excused each other for bothering the skunk. You vas keen on de grouse an’ spry on de rabbit— Beside de ol gun I had no bad habit.
In this day of fad and fancy, even the so-called deadly rattlesnake plays a part. His skin—real pretty, if you choose, for a snake skin—is sought after for making ladies’ fancy belts, while the oil is considered valuable as a cure for rheumatism.
In October, 1909, I was informed by Messrs. W. H. Moore and J. R. Hood that a flock of twenty-one mountain sheep, ranging in the foothills of the Pike’s Peak vicinity, were working down towards the residence of Mr. Moore, water commissioner for the Victor water system, living close to Gillett, Colo., at number two dam.
Having spent a few months in the Pecos National Forest Reserve hunting and fishing, I have been requested to write a few lines concerning my experiences and exploits, which I shall endeavor to do in a brief manner. I left Clovis on October 29th and arrived in the ancient city of Santa Fe a few days later.
When Judge Kurney had a crowd of congenial comrades around him he delighted to entertain them with wordy and minute descriptions of his hunting feats. On a certain occasion he invited about a dozen intimate friends to his residence to a wild turkey feast.
For fully ten years, the fortunes of the Alaskan fur seal, which once furnished a valuable industry, have been steadily and very rapidly declining. Last November the Camp-Fire Club of America decided to appeal to Congress, the President and the Cabinet for the adoption of a policy that would not only save the seals from further annihilation, but also rehabilitate an industry that instead of yielding an income now inflicts an annual loss.
In a personal letter to the editor (in which, by the way, he advises us of sending as a present a beautiful head of the oreamnos montanus), Mr. I. T. Alvord lately dwelt on the peculiar incidents of a mountain goat hunt participated in by himself and some friends in Washington last fall.
I am sending you a photograph of a mounted elk head, and would like to know if it is the largest ever killed. You will notice that the measurements are: 74-inch spread; beams, 73-inch— 9 points each. The head was mounted by S. B. Clark, taxidermist and guide, of Sher idan, Wyo.
Some time ago—I think it was in the November or December number of Outdoor Life,—I read an article regarding some fictitious (?) man who could make such marvelous shots that he could get antelope every time at 1,500 yards. I am not that kind of a shot, for sometimes I can make marvelous misses at 100 yards, but I would like very much to tell the readers of Outdoor Life about two scratch (please put it in capitals, so some of my brother sportsmen will not get it into their heads that it is a continuous thing) shots I made about two years ago.
The Woman’s Wild Life Protective Club is the latest organization formed for the protection of our wild animal life. The women have entered so many fields of usefulness in which they have scored clean hits that we believe this organization will be a big go.
I want to express my appreciation of your efforts in behalf of Wyoming’s game, as indicated by your letters to our governor, and by the use of space in Outdoor Life. Having visited the game country, you know the conditions and are therefore in a position to speak with conviction.
After looking at the cut on page 265 of your March number I dropped into Berg’s taxidermist establishment in Seattle (1425 First Ave.), and he showed me a beautiful head with beams 61½ inches; circumference of beam at base, 8 inches; widest spread, 45 inches; number of points, 43.
In answer to Brent Altsheler, Louisville, Ky., asking about hunting in the Southwest, I wish to advise him to go to Mexico, any time from the last of December to the last of February. I have been there on four trips and found plenty of game, including red deer on the southern coast and black-tail around Durango.
It is surprising to me that any hunter in the face of the observation by Judge Caton of Illinois, who kept the Prong-horn in captivity for many years that any western man would doubt the horn-shedding of this interesting species. There are no better naturalists in the United States than Dr. Wm.
I would like to know what are the chances for rams near Fremont’s Peak, Wyo. Not having hunted in that particular locality would like to have your opinion regarding this question. Chicago. BIG GAME. Answer.—While we have never hunted on Fremont’s Peak, Wyo., we have hunted sheep on the forks of the Upper Wind River with success, and as that is not far from Fremont’s Peak we believe the latter is an excellent sheep country.
Africa’s great lions are now feeling quite at ease, As they roam about most leisurely among their native trees, They do not dread the bullets of the hunter’s deadly aim, Or think they will be victims he is likely next to claim. The elephants and zebras, no longer have a fear That they will be molested, for they know the coast is clear; No more their minds are worried, and in peace they now can roam, For the beasts are all “delighted,” that our Teddy has come home.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
M. L. G., Little Rock, Ark.—I am an interested reader of “Dogdom” and find therein much of value. I have a question which I have not seen answered in this department and hope to be enlightened thereon. The pair of bird dogs I own are of different breeds, both about two years old, have never been trained much to hunt and have not been bred so far.
The Rocky Mountain Canoe and Boat Club is the name of a water craft organization recently formed in Denver for pleasure. The club has acquired possession of Sloan’s Lake, a twin pair of lakes separated by a narrow strip of land which will be removed thus giving a mile and one-half course for racing.
I notice in the June issue of your magazine, in an editorial note advocating a new goat’s wool fish line, made in St. Louis, that you allude to “the lamented George W. Peck.” This is news to me. Why anybody should lament for me is beyond my comprehension.
Mr. Cogswell’s stove, illustrated in the April Outdoor Life, prompts me to send a diagram of a stove my boy and I conceived several years ago, on our outing trips, after trying all other devices. Like Mr. Cogswell, I can’t claim originality, although I never saw nor heard of one just like it It consists of five pieces of round iron one-half inch in diameter bent 26 inches long with 12-inch drops and a piece of sheet iron 24x36 inches.
European anglers often relate the capture of partridge and other game birds on the artificial fly while fishing for salmon and trout, and some recent records remind me of an incident of this character that happened to me on the Broadhead river in Monroe county, Pennsylvania, some years ago when trout fishing in this delightful region.
The .22 Caliber Revolver Advocates Successful—Colts Ready with the Goods
Perhaps the above title is inappropriate, as it is possible that the manufacturers would have produced the little .22 caliber revolvers without the agitation that has been going on in the columns of Outdoor Life for the creation of a .22 caliber revolver or automatic pistol of proper dimensions and of first-class manufacture, but of this we are inclined to be doubtful.
I suppose I have stirred up another verbal hornet’s nest in claiming that the foot-pound is not a practical measurement in dealing with the striking power of bullets and with recoil. Just to get the drop first I quote an authority, one Clerk Maxwell, who has done things on the order of a certain man named Newton.
As a regular reader of Outdoor Life, one of the first departments I glean is Arms and Ammunition, and while I find the large space devoted to rifles and revolvers readable and interesting, I have wondered why the “scattergun” receives so little attention, since its devotees are “cranks” as well as those who can “twirl” the “six-shooter.”
I look through Outdoor Life quite regularly and note its growth from year to year. I am especially interested in the section devoted to Arms and Ammunition and here-with make application for membership in this department. If found worthy I pledge myself to a cheerful obedience of all the laws, rules and regulations that govern each writer in corkscrewing his own peculiar notions into the credulity of its readers.
In the first article, under the above title, the growing popularity of the trombone repeaters and the advantages they possessed in the hands of some shooters was shown. The undesirable features, such as appearance, which, due to the fact that the forearm does not fit up snugly to the front of receiver as would be the case if arms of this type were made as suggested in the article mentioned, together with the facts that there is always more or less looseness in the forearm, inseparable from the type, and a rattling fore end on an arm no matter how perfect it may be in other respects is an undesirable feature, and lack of leverage in extracting tight fitting shells as often are encountered when reloading, and especially by the novice, places the trombone repeater, in these respects, at least, in the writer’s opinion, second to the lever action, though, as has been mentioned before, when factory ammunition is used, and evidently the inventors and manufacturers had no other in view, the trombone is surpassed in speed of fire by the automatic only.
I notice numerous inquiries among your readers for an oil or lubricant suitable for use on firearms using smokeless powder. As I wish to say a word in praise of a first-class article, will give my experience with Marble’s nitro-solvent oil and anti-rust ropes, invented by C. L. Bradley and manufactured by the Marble Safety Axe Co., Gladstone, Mich.
The '06 Springfield Cartridge with Soft Point Bullet
C. L. Gilman
As Mr. Haines has so firmly but kindly said, he and I are considerably disagreed as to the relative merits of the .25 R. F. and the .22 W. R. F. as revolver cartridges. I am willing to admit this fully and freely. Furthermore, I beg leave to add that I believe that between us we have gotten the facts in the matter pretty accurately established and left nothing over save a matter of opinion.
Some time ago there appeared in Outdoor Life a good article on the use and possibilities of the pistol as an adjunct to the hunting rifle and for use under various conditions where a rifle would be too heavy or bulky; the writer was certainly an expert shot with small arms, and were we all capable of making such groups as he, the pistol and revolver would assume a value out of all proportion, in comparison to other arms, to that possessed at present.
While a few cranks upon the revolver subject recognize and are perfectly aware of the lack of stopping power and energy of any cartridge smaller than the .45, the majority of business men, express messengers and members of the police force who carry pocket guns still pin their faith to the .32 and .38 Smith & Wesson and Colt’s Police calibers.
In your April number I see that someone else has the same kind of troubles that I have had with the .38-44 S. & W. target revolver. That is, he could not get cartridges loaded with smokeless powder, and the black powder makes a nasty mess to shoot, as the gun must be cleaned so often.
I am an enthusiastic rifle shooter and enjoy the many interesting letters that you are publishing in your magazine every month. I have recently tried with keen interest and great satisfaction the new lubricated, wire-patched bullet now being manufactured at Napa, Calif.
I am a news stand subscriber and never miss a number of your most excellent magazine, and it is a most welcome visitor to my office as it seems to bring with it the odor of the pines, the music of the hidden brook and, above all, the atmosphere of good fellowship.
I am specially interested in the articles on the pistol and revolver in your magazine. In the January number I noticed that quite a number of men preferred the single action to the double-action revolvers. Of course I can readily understand a man wanting the singleaction for a target gun.
A few days ago Clay George, a 12-year-old boy, was shooting a very cheap .22 rifle bought from a mail order house for $1.25. I noticed the poor construction of the affair and warned the lad that it looked dangerous to shoot .22 longs in, although it was marked on the barrel, “dead shot .22 long” (no maker’s name).
As all of the readers of Outdoor Life know who read Mr. De Angelis’ article, “A Scissors Shark Exposed,” that appeared in the last number, the writer has been guilty of editing the Arms and Ammunition department for something over a year, but he wishes to state right here that he was not guilty of one thing that the readers will charge him with—that of permitting the words “great” and “good” to be coupled with his name as in the article referred to by Mr. De Angelis.
The enclosed letter from the Smith & Wesson regarding .22 caliber revolvers may be of interest to your readers. I would be pleased to see their new model .22 placed on the market soon. I know their weapons are carefully made. I “dissected” a .32 Smith & Wesson the other day and had a look at its “insides” and was delighted to see how simply, yet perfectly (mechanically) it was constructed.
Permit a revolver crank from this part of the world to speak a word in regard to the proposed .22 revolver. In my opinion, Mr. Pascal De Angelis in the March Outdoor Life suggested the “Ideal” little hunting and target arm, towit: The Smith & Wesson, single-action, ’91 model, handling the .22 W. R. F., which cartridge is so very clean to handle, with its inside lubricant and ample power.
Specification for the Purchase of Barrel Steel for the Ross Rifle
(As the following may prove of interest to many who have been asking for information concerning the Ross rifle we take pleasure in printing it for the benefit of our readers.—Editor.) The material to be simple carbon steel, made by either the bessemer, open hearth, or crucible process.
In reply to the request of L. H. Friend in the March issue of Outdoor Life that users of the .32 Winchester advise him as to this arm on big game, I might say now that I, like Mr. Friend, am not a big game hunter, but I have owned a .32 Special for several years, getting one soon after they were placed on the market.
I would be pleased to hear from some one through your magazine who has used the new Standard rifle. Am particularly anxious to learn something as to its accuracy and how it compares with the Remington autoloading rifle, which I know is large enough for the largest grizzly in Montana.
In regards the proposed .22 caliber revolver. I believe the S. & W. .32 caliber long 1902 model fitted with a square butt like the 1905 model S. & W. and bored for .22 caliber Winchester Special would be the .22 caliber revolver without a fault, from a target shooter’s standpoint.
Dimensions of Cylinders Required for Eight, Nine and Ten-Shot
The following cuts relative to the size of cylinders required for eight, nine and ten-shot .22 caliber revolvers, were furnished us by Mr. J. N. Johnson, Seattle, together with a drawing of a revolver such as he would have preferred made by the S. & W. company.
I should like to ask through the columns of Outdoor Life the opinion of users of the .351 Winchester self-loading rifle. I have a new one, and with the exception of a little target practice have had no opportunity of using it. Having been accustomed to a 26-inch barrel .30-30, it seems difficult to get accustomed to the shorter gun, although the weight is about the same.
“Krupp.”—No address.—I have a $75 (list price) shotgun with Krupp fluid steel barrels, full choke, which gives me a great deal of trouble to clean. I use Winchester Leader shells with DuPont powder and chilled shot, and Marble’s Nitro-Solvent oil and Marble’s shotgun cleaner, with steel spring and brass washers, and it often takes me an hour to properly get the burnt powder and lead out of the gun, even after having run an oily cloth through the barrels before leaving the field.
Not everyone realizes the extraordinary charm of the islands just off the coast of Southern California, that they are wild flower gardens when the East is snowbound. Winter and summer, they are great national playgrounds of the people, where in winter one may bask in mild yet bracing air and in summer find life in the open, with semi-tropical surroundings, yet without extreme heat or humidity.
Quite a surprise was sprung on the sporting goods trade during the past month by the announcement of the sale of the Ideal Mfg. Co., of New Haven, Conn., to the Marlin Firearms Co., of the same city. Probably no company of firearms manufacturers is better adapted to handle the extensive Ideal business than the Marlin people, and therefore, inasmuch as Mr. Barlow had decided to retire, it will come as a pleasing bit of news that the Marlin company should be the lucky one to succeed him.
A sample model of the Marion Roadster was shown in Denver last month at the showrooms of the agents, the Overland Automobile Co., 1516 Broadway. The car created quite a sensation among local motor enthusiasts. If there are not a large number of these machines sold the coming year, we shall miss our guess, for it seems to completely fill the bill for both rough-shod endurance and speed, two essentials most necessary in a roadster.
We are glad to take off our hat to Lacy Y. Williams of Toledo, O., who manufactures the Williams Barbless Fish Hook, advertised in Outdoor Life. While we ourselves use the barbed hook, and have never found any fault with it, yet we must admire the fishing tackle manufacturer who has a sufficiently humane sentiment running through his being to prompt him in putting out this kind of a hook.
I have been a reader of Outdoor Life for several years, and when I fail to renew you may know that I have passed out. Republic, Wash. F. C. WARD. I am a regular reader of Outdoor Life and consider it the best publication of its kind. Pittsburg, Pa.
With the remarkable score of 461 points (48 out of a possible 50 bulls-eyes, as shown by accompanying cut), Oscar L. Olson of Duluth, Minn., has been declared winner of the annual indoor championship match of the United States Revolver Association.
In our June issue, under the title, “The Jamison Trout Lures,” we published a cut of one of Mr. J. J. Hildebrandt’s (Logansport, Ind.) spinners, which cut we again reproduce here in order to put our readers right. Mr. Hildebrandt is proud of the record his tackle has made and asks such of our readers who have been interested in the illustration which by mistake was placed in Mr. Jamison’s write-up, to correspond with him.
Mr. F. A. Ellis, the well-known Denver sportsman and sporting goods dealer, has the following to say of the shooting glasses made by the F. W. King Optical Co., Cleveland, O.: “They are the only thing for a man to use in the field or at the trap. They subdue the light and yet everything stands out clear, while they actually seem to increase the definition.
Maher & Grosh, 94 A street Toledo, O., makers of fine cutlery, whose ad of pocket knives appears monthly in Outdoor Life, are putting out dozens of styles of knives that our readers would be interested in. Sometimes a hunter prefers a common jack-knife as a hunting or camp-knife and the above company has a big line of these to select from.
The A. H. Fox Gun Co., of Philadelphia, makers of the well-known Fox gun, should feel highly elated over the mention of their gun which Colonel Roosevelt gave in the May number of Scribner’s. It has been known that the ex-president carried a Fox gun in his outfit, and much speculation was rife as to how much use he would be able to give the arm in Africa.
Jonas Bros., Denver, Colo.—The four elk, two deer and black bear heads and rug arrived Tuesday in perfect condition, thanks to your very complete packing and crating. To say I am pleased is expressing it entirely too mildly. I am delighted with the work, all of it, and believe I can say without egotism that I am a judge of such work.
Mrs. C. E. Moore, once connected with Outdoor Life’s staff of field workers, has a very interesting article in a recent number of the Railroad Red Book on Pagosa Springs, Colo., from which we extract the following: “Pagosa Springs, or Healing Waters, as the words signify in the Ute language, lie upon the beautiful San Juan river, at an altitude of 7,000 feet, and are the greatest thermal fountains on the continent.
C. C. Filson, 1011 First Ave., Seattle, Wash., is putting out some hunting clothing in the shape of shirts, coats, trousers, jackets, moccasins, etc., that should inspected by the big game hunter before going on his arduous trips. Mr. Filson has for years made the study of sportsmen’s clothing a specialty, and his Alaskan clothes have been accepted generally by those going into the Arctic and similar regions, as the proper thing.
In these progressive days probably every farmer realizes the all round economy of a general utility engine to furnish power for farm work. It isn’t the engine itself that causes the farmer to pause and consider. The fuel question has come to the front.
Among all the sports or forms of exercise which have found any degree of favor with Americans, cycling is most ideally suited to American needs and American temperament. “Get out your bicycle and get the fresh air” has been many a physician's advice to the patient seeking relief from nervous strain, stomach disorder, or a long list of kindred ailments.
And now comes forth the announcement that “3-in-One” oil has found another use to add to its many others—that of oiling the automobile magneto. The largest manufacturers of magnetos in the world say that “ninetenths of ignition troubles are due to lubrication or lack of it.”
Anything from a fish hook to a pair of elephant’s tusks can be secured by anyone with little work after or before working hours, by soliciting subscriptions to Outdoor Life among their friends. Young men or boys just out of school, this is a big opportunity for you to earn a fishing rod, a gun or, in fact, anything you want, and have real fun while doing it.
W. D. Stannard has been doing some very effective work with his one-trigger Smith gun in the West. On May 12th and 13th at Columbus, Wis., from a field of classy shots he won a general average of 343 out of 360. Then at Chicago on May 15th, shooting against a strong field of professionals and amateurs, in the program events he broke 98 out of 100, making his last 87 straight, and was high gun, his nearest competitor scoring
Mr. J. E. Dickey of Davenport, Iowa, won the western handicap at Des Moines, Iowa, May 26th, shooting the genuine A. H. Fox gun. His score was 96 out of 100, and Mr. Dickey says that the wonderful shooting and the perfect balance and handling of the Fox gun was a very important feature in his success in winning this great event.
Reg. C. Thomas, 337 State St., Brooklyn, N. Y., who for years has conducted the Ripogenus Lake Camps at Chesuncook, Maine, announces that this is his last season, he having for business reasons placed the camps for sale. Mr. Thomas states that the same earnest efforts to please everybody, which has characterized the camps for the past seven years, will continue this season as usual.
Mr. R. R. Barber, shooting his Lefever gun, won high average at the registered tournament held May 20th at Adair, Ia., with the good score of 195 out of 200. At Goshen, Ind., May 30, H. D. Freeman, shooting Peters factory loaded shells under the most miserable weather conditions imaginable, won high professional average with Peters Premier factory loaded shells: score, 165 out of 190.