Congressman Humphrey was born in Indiana and was raised on a farm. From a small boy he was a most enthustastic hunter and was noted for his skill with gun and rod. He says that he has hunted almost ever since he could walk. That he and his younger brother used to hunt squirrel with an old muzzle loading shotgun before he was old enough to shoot off-hand, and when a tree, stump or fence was not convenient, his brother would hold a stick for him on which to rest the gun.
From Seattle to Nome, or vice versa, via the inside passage, is a trip of marvelous scenic beauty and grandeur, fascinating and enchanting every step of the way. More than three-fourths of the route leads amongst islands through a passage at times so narrow you think you can toss a biscuit ashore.
Child of the lonely desert, Thou hast wandered long in the shifting sand Of Life’s eternal calm, With no sign of life about thee, Yet, joy to thy soul doth come. And not until the dreams of earthly joys Flow past in thy mute distress, Wilt thou learn in bitterness of heart The depth of thy loneliness.
The evening barge from the little station in the mountains to the Prickly Heat Hotel brought but a single passenger, a young man of stunted growth, clad in flannels much the worse for wear and travel. Without change of attire he entered the brilliantly lighted dining room of this fashionable hostelry, and, oblivious to the disapproving stares of the other guests attired in evening clothes, gave his whole attention to satisfying a large and imperious appetite.
It seems to be a fact that when one becomes a devotee of the angle, he develops a tendency to talk—or write—of his experiences in the pursuit of his diversion. But it is only at long intervals that it is given to a man to retail trivialities and absurdities with the charm of Walton in the Complete Angler.
The realization of a hunting trip had in anticipation for a long time is probably the greatest pleasure that can come to one who is fond of the woods. Yet there are people who say anticipation is greater than realization, but in answer I can state that they have never experienced a trip to the woods of New Brunswick to hunt for moose.
Behind huge prison bars my strong feet tread, As restlessly I pace my barren cage; Do the human eyes that gaze on me with dread, Know by those soft footfalls the depths of rage That find no righteous vent for me—a lion caged? If men were beasts, what man like me so bound, Could pass such endless days with anguish filled?
Burlesqued, belittled, snubbed as it may be, there is a charm, a fascination about a small town which only those who have lived there can appreciate. There is that atmosphere about such a place which city people will never understand —a wholesome, family spirit which will always cling about the soul, fortunate enough to have been born in such an environment.
Kentucky marksmen celebrate Thanks-giving, Christmas and New Year with an all day live turkey shoot. There are usually four separate parallel ranges for shotgun, revolver and pistol, .22 rifle, and larger calibered rifles, respectively.
In response to a query from “Six Shooter” in one of the late issues of Outdoor Life, I would like to say that if you can use any of the following article or any of the enclosed pictures, you are at liberty and welcome. Inasmuch as I spent several years in the country I feel competent to say a few things, although I may be a little behind, as I left there in 1906.
I know this whole creation Is a sequence to the plan Which God ordained as faultless When the time for things began. I know this human temple, Which the grave affords a goal, Is built a peerless structure For the keeping of the soul. “I know there are no errors In the great, eternal plan; That all things work together For the final good of man.”
Among the most valuable of our furbearing animals is the beaver, and none has more picturesque home, industrious habits or interesting traits. But above all these in importance is the economic value of his works. Beavers are sometimes called “our first engineers” because of the skill they display in using water, in digging ca nals, in felling and using trees, and in building houses and dams.
Shrill the eagle’s shriek rang out O’er the crag to his brooding mate, And the loon's weird laugh of scorn Woke the echoes around the lake, And the timid deer raised her head to hear, From her covert in the brake, For a cruel, deadly foe of the hated tribe of men Was on the trail with fire and steel And a lust for blood of them.
A pubilicity manager headed a recent automobile advertisement, “Don't think thoughts six years old.” The idea is correct! This is an age of invention and progress. We must keep up with the times, march abreast of our fellows, be up to date! Every path in life is strewn with the wrecks of those who “think thoughts six years old.”
In the summer of 1910 “touring fever” was epidemic throughout the United States. The germ was imported from Europe a few years ago and each succeeding summer has witnessed a growth of the infection. The fever usually starts as “motoritis” and in in the second or third stage develops into touring fever or an irresistible desire to travel by motor car and see the country.
Editor Motoring Department, Outdoor Life:—What is the best rule for driving over loose stones? F. R. S., Racine, Wis. Answer.—Every careful driver becomes much exercised as to how he may do his tires the least possible amount of harm when passing over a newly-laid patch of stones.
The Cleveland Automobile Club pulled off probably the most successful automobile parade of the season Tuesday, October 11, during the Centennial celebration. That civic pride was not lacking was proven by the fact that hundreds of owners went to the expense in time and money to beautifully decorate their cars.
The general conception among buyers is that the low-priced car must of necessity be an assembled car; that a manufacturer could not afford to make his own parts for a car selling at under $1,000. It has been argued that the motor manufacturer can build a motor for such a car and sell it cheaper than the car builder could produce it; it has been argued that it is cheaper to buy steering gears for such a car than to manufacture them; that it is cheaper to buy front axles than to put in a forge plant and forge them; and that it is cheaper to buy a gearset than it is to forge gears, cut them and finish them.
Editor Motoring Department, Outdoor Life, Denver, Colo.: Dear Sir—I have been much interested in the Motoring Department of your publication, and especially that section devoted to Aviation. This is a subject the importance of which is growing daily, and the work you are doing is sure to be of great interest and benefit to an ever-increasing clientele.
A motor-boat, which is not equipped with some means of backing up, lacks an important factor of safety and convenience. Most owners nowadays require a reversing device, and there are various methods employed for the purpose. Where a reverse gear is installed the boatman enjoys the advantages of positive control of a forward and backward movement to the boat and also of a neutral point.
The proper design of a screw propeller for a motor-boat is a necessary part of the general problem of speed and power. The propeller wheel must be suited to the boat, or the calculations of engine power for the speed desired will go for naught In marine engineering the question of a suitable propeller for any given work presents a complex problem which it is unnecesssary to enter into here, save to say generally that it involves expert decision of the propulsive thrust required to balance and overcome the resistance of the water to the forward motion of the boat at the speed required to be developed by the engine power installed for the purpose.
In facing the flywheel looking aft, if top of flywheel turns from right to left, it requires a right-hand propeller wheel. If top of flywheel turns from the left to the right, a left-hand wheel. In standing aft of stern end of boat, facing the bow, a right-hand propeller wheel enters the water turning to the right (to drive the boat ahead), the same as a right-hand screw.
The Thlinkets are a tribe of natives, or Indians, that occupy Southeastern Alaska, both on the mainland and the islands known as the Alexandrian archipelago, and are the people who make the totem poles the most imposing and elaborate in design and carving.
There is a worthy institution in Denver (the Colorado Museum of Natural History) of which comparatively little has been said in print. We have from time to time published articles describing it and photographs illustrating the marvelous work done there, and the daily papers of Denver have been liberal in giving it notice.
Perhaps the greatest natural curiosity, and one which must be seen to be appreciated, or actually believed, is found in the Rhododendron Tavern at Rowe, Oregon. It is owned by L. G. Holden, proprietor of the tavern, and should be purchased by the Smithsonian Institute and saved to the nation.
Has anyone ever seen a fish like this one? It is a common carp, being caught in the Miami River near Dayton, O. I do not think that the tail was bit off when small. It must have been born a freak. Notice how both back fins meet. Ohio. The above cut and description was published in our November issue.
F. H. Barstodt, Chicago, 111.—I have been thinking of going into the business of farming mink and foxes. Who will be able to give me information as to how to go to work, pointers as to their care and raising, etc.? Answer.—We do not know that any literature has been distributed as yet regarding mink farming, but Farmers' Bulletin No.
There was lately landed at Oroville, Cal., a very large sturgeon by Mr. August Johnson, after a struggle lasting 19½ hours. During all this time Mr. Johnson never relinquished his hold on the rod, which was a bass rod weighing eight ounces. He used 300 feet of common cutty hunk line, a No. 5 bass hook, and an Expert reel.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
B. K. M., Charleston, S. C.—Invariably upon arrival of Outdoor Life at our news stand I hasten to procure a copy and, first of all, turn to the dog department, as I am usually interested in some of the answers given to questions therein contained.
The subject of using dogs to trail down wounded deer has already received some attention in our magazine, and although the minds of most big game hunters are probably already pretty firmly established on this subject, yet we have received some letters that from the general interest attaching to them we believe we should publish.
Allow me to inform you of a recent local ruling regarding bringing game across the border from Mexico at El Paso. I note your reply in the last issue to a subscriber. There has been so much rivalry upon the meat subject between Cuidad Juarez and El Paso that they refused to let sportsmen bring out their game last May and June, one sportsman, to my knowledge, being stopped and his turkey and deer both being confiscated.
Outdoor Life certainly looks good to me, any way you take it. I have been hunting moose in Ontario, Canada, and have had very good success. I have usually gone to the hills for the sole purpose of getting close to nature and incidentally to bring home a head worth while.
Many are the imprecations heaped upon the head of Bruin. Many the crosses that this really noble game animal has to bear, sometimes unjustly. He is pictured (from the story books of our infancy up to the eloquent but fakir stories of the daily press) as the bugaboo of the great outdoors—an animal just craving for the taste of human blood and the flesh of animals as well.
The game found here principally is moose, caribou, sheep and bear. A friend of mine who is a guide is now contracting to take parties out from July 1st to October 10th or 15th—after that the rivers freeze up and it would be difficult to get out unless with dog teams, and if there is not much snow, as is usually the case at that time of year, it would be both expensive and tiresome.
Mrs. Frank Golden of Payette, who is visiting her sister, Mrs. Call, and her cousin, J. B. Kinzey, in the neighborhood of Twin Springs, Idaho, is the heroine of a bear hunt which almost ended disastrously, according to advices received Sunday from that section.
Mr. C. W. Goss of Paoli, Ind., writes: “Quail are very plentiful here in southern Indiana this year. I have been driving over portions of Orange County and have never seen Bob White so plentiful. They even roost in our Court House yard. While eating dinner to-day I saw one perched on a neighbor’s back yard fence whistling.
I am deeply interested in the discussions that from time to time grace the pages of your best of sporting magazines, more especially in the rifle, revolver and the shotgun line. There is one thing I am not able to understand, however, and that is in all the sporting publications with which I am acquainted I have yet to see any mention of the Colt New Service revolver.
I noticed in your last month’s magazine inquiry about the '06 Springfield cartridge. Several members of the Southern California Rifles, of which I am a member, use their Springfields for hunting as well as target work and find them good killers.
In the October number of my favorite magazine I notice a few comments by Mr. Sturges F. Weeks on the new Colt .22 caliber revolver, which I think should not be allowed to pass unnoticed, as in my opinion they are not altogether correct and might lead to the uninitiated getting a wrong idea concerning the little gun.
The National Matches Biennially Instead of Annually
There is considerable quiet talk as to the advisability of making the national rifle matches a biennial affair instead of holding them yearly. That they have been a tremendous factor in arousing interest in shooting throughout all branches of the military service and the national guard is not denied.
During the early history of our beloved America the shooting of large game animals was a necessity. Later it became a pastime, but today it is a science. The rifle, through a process of evolution, has changed from the flintlock to the automatic.
I have always thought that the average boy of today fails to fully appreciate the value of the rifle that for the trifling sum of $5 or so may be his. Perhaps the case might be different if the rifle was held at a higher price, for it is generally conceded that anything easily acquired is seldom prized as highly as the same article selling at a higher figure.
Among the army officers engaged in encouraging rifle practice the name of Brigadier General William Crozier, U. S. Army, stands high on the list. As chief of ordnance his professional duties keep him in close touch with rifle practice and he gives evidence of his interest by attending the matches at Camp Perry each year.
Having noted in your magazine for November that Mr. W. G. Buehner of Wyoming wishes information concerning the .30 U. S. Springfield, I will submit some ordnance findings, and a few personal observations concerning our Uncle’s latest production that may be of benefit to the rifle cranks, some of whom may think that he has a clumsy, heavy, ugly rifle, fit only for use in war.
I read in the November number of Outdoor Life an inquiry asking why the action of the sharp-pointed .30 caliber Springfield bullet is more destructive in animal bodies than the soft-pointed bullet fired with some 500 feet less velocity. This phenomenon is easily made clear by the experience which I have had with this cartridge—the government model 1906.
L. D. Whitmore, Redlands, Cal.—Why do not the Remington people build their autoloading gun in 20-bore? Would not the action stand the pressure of 2¼ drams of bulk nitro? I am sure many shooters all over the land are asking themselves this question.
Mark Enderby, Engineer; by Robert Fulkerson Hoffman; illustrated; 373 pages; $1.50; A. C. McClurg & Co., publishers, Chicago. A wholesome life story, full of pathos, and exciting enough in its setting to appeal to the most romantic of readers.
I have just received my October number of Outdoor Life and am very much pleased with it. Anyone who handles dogs or guns should not be without it. Thanking you in advance for your prompt delivery, I remain, a lifelong subscriber, F. E. DIMICK. Little Shasta, Calif.
The January number commences our fourteenth year as a sportsman’s magazine. It will form a fitting milestone, too, to commemorate the date, as its pages will be crowded full of probably more valuable matter to the big game hunter than any that have preceded it.
One of the most interesting and profitable ways that you can spend you rspare time this winter is in learning Taxidermy. The time has arrived when it is almost a necessity for every sportsman to be able to mount the fine birds and animals which he secures, and it is very fortunate that the sportsman has access to the very latest and best methods in Taxidermy through the Northwestern School of Taxidermy, Omaha, Nebr.