A noted hunter of the north country tells some interesting things about Alaska, her game and her game fields. Tips on the cost and general preparation for a trip in that country given by a man who knows.
CAPT. F. E. KLEINSCHMIDT
Whenever you hear the title of this story discussed (or the conversation amongst sportsmen turns to this subject), the consensus of opinion gives the precedence above all Alaska big game to the bear, the great Kadiak bear. To have gone to Alaska and killed this bear is regarded by many a novice prima facie evidence to admit him into the categoire of big game hunters.
A sportsman goes back to the 10-mile post where he spends some time reminiscing over the incidents of his boyhood life, that are so dear to the hearts of men.
OLD PIPE OF MINE
L. C. DAVISON
I cannot recall the name of the ancient gentleman, who, when granted a wish by his patron goddess, asked that all he touched might turn to gold, and who speedily repented because gold as a diet failed to agree with his digestive apparatus; but, nevertheless, he was a fool in a class by himself.
Two days before, while we were on the march, Jimmy had seen the tracks of a small band of caribou. He insisted that these tracks were fresh and that the band was still somewhere high up on the mountain. He mentioned the subject the next day, and reiterated his opinion about them still being somewhere in the vicinity.
On May 17th, 1910, I left my home in Indiana, and some four days later, just us the sun was sinking behind the mountains of our choice, I dropped off a short train with a long name; the Rio Grande, Sierra Madre & Pacific R. R., a little tri-weekly road running from Cludad Juarez to Nueva Casas Grandes, Chihuahua, the end of the line.
He had seen and heard all Hie best of the year, So when the dun autumn gave hints of the drear Dull times of the winter, he crept from its gloom To wait for spring’s glory, and summer’s ripe bloom; Curled down in the warm, tawny breast of the earth, Where winds cannot reach him, he heeds not the dearth Of bird-song or blossom or things good to eat, For far below wind storms, the snow and the sleet, He will live on his stored up layers of fat, Which is also his furnace,—a good plan that,— He’ll sleep till the winter is over; what luck, To be born a snoozy, sleep boozy, woodchuck!
Extending over a very vast range and probably outnumbering by far any other single living genus, the reindeer of the Old and New World thrive in a clime where but few quadrupeds of their size could survive. In America where this animal is known as the caribou it is divided into a number of species, the more important being the barren ground, woodland, Alaskan and Newfoundland varieties.
I greet thee with great joy, thou mountain fair Lifted above all lower heights in air; Dome-like, imperial, snowcapt, divine, As on thy hoary head the sun doth shine. Aeons of ages since thou hadst thy birth, Through inner fires, and the contracting earth, The iron horse I ride, bends swift toward thee; But in ascending, zig-zag course so free, I first behold thee on my right appear; And then to left with equal splendor near, Slow rise thy shining shoulders, dignified, A scenic joy whose impress must abide Through this enchantment passe th all the day, My heart to kindle, and my soul to pray.
The sport of mountain-climbing consists in going safely through dangerous places and reaching, in spite of difficulty and danger, some desired point, usually a mountain-top. If there were no danger there would be no sport. If the danger were unavoidable, the sport would be a mere hazard.
Sensations of a trip over a 12,500-foot mountain pass A Colorado mining camp of 3,000 population sees its first automobile.
J. A. McGUIRE
The pretty little city of Silverton, Colo., with its 3,000 inhabitants, reposes in a rock-walled basin 9,200 feet above sea level in Southwestern Colorado. Formore than a score of years its name has glittered among the galaxy of Colorado’s many mountain stars that have poured their share of the precious metals into the laps of commerce.
The proprietor was tacking a piece of mosquito netting over the top of the prune barrel when Ellery Bigbee clasped his hands behind his head and yawned multitudinously. He then stroked his long, grey handlebars thoughtfully and screwed down one eye as if sighting an idea in the far distance.
The collection of small bear cubs and bear cub skins has been a hobby with me for over 22 years, during which time I have collected in this state (Washington) specimens of the following: Black, brown, Polar, glacial and grizzly. I have had as many as twenty-six at one time measuring in length from 8½ to 25 inches.
Give me the storm When the tall pines bend And the dead timber creaks And the furled flakes swirl and sting. Give me the storm, When the clouds stand on end And then flatten and part, Hang together again, rush away and return. Give me the storm, When the roar of the wind Through the forest is wild, And its chill pierces through to the bone.
It was the custom at military posts on the frontier to send a squad of men out two weeks before Christmas to hunt in the mountains and bring in enough venison, bear meat and wild turkeys to give all the soldiers a royal feast on Christmas Day. I chanced to be one of the detail one winter.
Facts which have recently been brought to public attention have led to a compilation of statistics as to what town or section of the country has the greatest number of automobiles in proportion to the population. The figures give the lead to the hamlet of Lakeview, in Southern Oregon, where, it is estimated, there is an automobile to every five families, the average family being figured at five persons.
Having covered 1,500 miles in ten days, the Abbott-Detroit “Bull Dog,” under the guidance of Roy McClary of Detroit and Messrs. De Witt & Shadel of Kansas City, recently arrived at St. Paul, Minn., and left on its way to Detroit, where the “Bull Dog” started off again on a trip east to add to the 100,000 miles which was laid out for it by the Abbott Motor Co. as a test as to what a $1,500 automobile will do.
Work that might well be adjudged difficult for a traction engine was recently done at Haverhill, Mass., by a four-cylinder, sixteen-horse-power touring car owned by John H. Bragdon, who won notoriety for himself as well as his car when he pulled a 3,800-pound motor boat out of Lake Attitash, near Haverhill, and hauled it through the woods to the spot where the craft is to rest this winter.
One feature which has not been generally taken care of by designers of motor cars is the proper wiring for the lighting systems if electric lights are used. Accidents have occurred in which cars have been burned simply because there has been a short circuit in the wiring of the lighting system.
One of the most progressive municipalities in the whole country is Montgomery, Alabama. Mayor Gaston Gunter, an enthu siastic automobilist himself, has enthused all the public service departments with his own confidence in the automobile and all public service vehicles in Montgomery are rapidly becoming motor-driven.
Dealers throughout the Northwest, in former years, have apparently, been slow in getting demonstrating cars into their salesrooms, with the result that many buyers do not place their orders before spring. The result is that when the buyers want their cars deliveries cannot be made at once.
Now is the season when tire chains again forge to the front. With frosty, slippery pavements drivers of automobiles on city streets can ill afford to be without them. A little skid here and there is quite likely to cause tire wear that many times exceeds the price of the chains.
A cigar lighter on the steering post of his motor car is a convenience used by a Massachusetts man, who is a great smoker and finds this attachment very handy when he is driving his touring car. The wires from the cigar lighter run to the switch that lights the car.
William Turner Lewis of Racine, Wis., and his wife, who are now in Norway, have just covered 18,000 miles in a motor car during a trip through several European countries, which began last May. Both Mr. and Mrs. Lewis, who are almost septuagenarians, propose completing a trip to the Orient, after motoring through northern Africa, returning to America by way of Honolulu before reaching home next July.
Few people realize the extent to which the automobile has become a factor in transportation. Produced originally as a vehicle exclusively for pleasure riding, it has, within the past year or two, assumed a much wider and more important field.
If to the average person there be said “flying machine,” immediately his brain will visualize the quite horrifying idea of an unstable craft of vague outlines and terrible hazards, precariously poised in the cloudland at an illimitable height above terra firma.
In laying up the engine when your boat is placed out of commission, either for winter or when not in use for a month or longer, all piping and water jackets should be thoroughly drained of water. It is well to run the engine for two or three minutes after the water has all been drained.
Captain Klaus P. Larsen enjoys the distinction of being the first man to navigate the Niagara whirlpool rapids in a motor boat. The two accompanying reproductions tell the tale better than could tongue or pen. This accomplishment shows that engine-propelled craft can be navigated and controlled in the worst seas.
B. R. M., Highland, Ill.—I am interested in the different breeds of setters, having Irish, English and Gordon setters and would be glad to learn through the dog department of Outdoor Life whether all of these breeds originated from the same stock and have merely been classed as different breeds, namely, Irish setter, English setter, Gordon setter, Laverack setter, Llewellin setter.
The greatest economic problem ever before the world now confronts the people of the United States. Insects are of divine arrangement. Their principal work is to fertilize flowers. But they feed on the foliage, and their increase is so rapid that in a few years they would destroy all vegetable life.
I wonder how many of your readers ever saw a real old-fashioned bee-tree? I am enclosing you a photograph of one which we participated in capturing, and which will show that this method of outdoor enjoyment and obtaining that delicious article of food, wild honey, is not yet a thing of the past, even in a thickly-settled part of a very old state.
As I thought it might be of interest to you and your patrons I write the following. About two weeks ago (Letter dated November 9, 1910— Editor) my father went out to see if he could get a few pheasants. While skiriting a farm he suddenly heard the dog making a terrible racket a little way ahead.
I am in receipt of your favor under date of October 28th concerning native trout which I caught in the North Fork of the Snake River on September 28th and will state Mr. McKenzie is right in stating this fish weighed seven pounds and one ounce when taken from the water.
J. M. Blake, Canton, O.—Would you kindly inform me at your earliest convenience what part of Texas or New Mexico it would be best for me to go to get javelin and wild turkey shooting. I would be grateful if you could refer me to parties down there who could take care of me in case I saw fit to go down?
Just a few game notes from one of the best big game sections on the continent. The White River country has always been a select hunting ground for those looking for the best to be found in the Yukon. At White Horse all arrangements can be made with guides, and here one can outfit properly, as plenty of supplies and outfits may be had.
We received a query from one of our readers asking what the deer of the northern part of California are called. The writer says: “I know the species known as Pacific deer, but the deer in Mendocino and other northern counties are smaller; a deer weighing 130 pounds being considered a large one.
Dr. J. Wylie Anderson of Denver and Mr. I. T. Alvord of Kent, Wash., two of America’s representative sportsmen (the former the slayer of probably the largest bear that ever roamed the wilds), returned during the past month from a successful hunting trip in Wyoming with Frost and Richard of Cody.
Since enclosing you the two clippings on November 1st of hunters being taken for deer and killed here in this section, I have heard and read of four or five men meeting the same fate. Isn’t there going to be any end to this kind of a proposition?
Disease Among Ducks Causes Closing of Bear River Club for Season
Editor Outdoor Life
Having learned that the Bear River Club Co., a club owning a vast duck preserve, maintained for shooting purposes at the mouth of the Bear River, Utah, had closed the preserve to all shooting during the past season, owing to a disease among the ducks, we wrote to the secretary of the club for information and received the following interesting reply:
During the past fall one of our subscribers, Mr. Dan D. Amsden of White Hills, Ariz., sent us a clipping containing an account of an attack by a mountain lion on a man in California. As we usually follow up these reports before publishing them we wrote to one of the men mentioned in the clipping, Mr. Kohler, and received a very clear statement, bearing out essentially the newspaper report.
I have just returned from a bear and lion hunt in Idaho and while remarking about the success of our trip (we secured one large lion and a bear) to one of my friends on the street the other day I happened to mention the fact that we had killed a couple of deer for lion bait.
Through gulfs of gloom my way I haunted tread, Beneath the pines that rise in ghost array, Mirrored the silvery light of soft, declining day Upon the lyric heights that far o’erhead Whisper—ah, whisper and sight till all were fled, Save thought of thee.
For the past two years a lively discussion has been going on in many sporting magazines, including Outdoor Life, regarding the relative excellence and efficiency of the bolt and lever types of actions of sporting rifles. From a careful perusal of all the articles appearing in Outdoor Life during the above stated period it seems to the writer that the subject, or discussion, has never been properly placed before the readers and that a statement of the subject as it appears to him would not be out of place at this time.
I feel quite certain that when Lieut. Whelen wrote the preceding article his intention was to treat both sides of the subject fairly, but believing that he has unconsciously failed to do so, and for other reasons that will be apparent, later on, I have decided to briefly consider the matter myself—not that I particularly fancy things of a controversial nature, but chiefly because I believe there are two sides to the question under consideration, and that Lieut.
In the November number of Outdoor Life I read with much interest an article by Mr. Ashley A. Haines regarding his experience with the Savage Automatic. As I have on more than one occasion received valuable information from this gentleman, I hope to reciprocate the favor by endeavoring to answer his question.
The Benet-Mercie gas-operated gun, known officially as the automatic machine rifle, model of 1909, is the latest type of automatic weapon adopted by our war department. This gun was exhaustively tested as to its mechanical efficiency at Spring-field armory and as to its tactical value by the School of Musketry at Monterey and Atascadero, about 45,000 rounds being fired from the type gun in the complete trials.
I note in the November issue of your magazine an article by one Charles Newton, stating that a new .22-calibre high-power repeater will soon be put on the market by a leading American factory. Such a gun ought to find ready sale and be much in demand among American sportsmen. I have used exclusively this season a .22 short Winchester repeater and I find it admirable for small game.
I wish to make a small contribution to the columns of your magazine, which will, I think, benefit someone else as it has me. It is the recipe for a home made gun grease, which I have found very efficient for both inside and outside lubricating, while its concoction is very simple, as follows: Two parts of vaseline (petroleum jelly) to one part of ordinary hard oil, such as bicyclists use for packing the bearings of their bicycles.
The principle of sight correction by the use of the small aperture of a peep sight, is not in general understood. Its uses are best shown by the following experiment: Hold an ordinary pin twelve inches before the eye while the vision is focused on a point fifty feet away.
This Would Certainly be Powerful Enough for Deer Shooting
Editor Outdoor Life
I quote from the Winchester catalogue: “The .33-calibre rifle can be fitted with interchangeable barrels of other Model 1886 calibres, but interchangeable .33-calibre barrels cannot be furnished.” Now, take an extra light weight Model ’86 .45-70 rifle “take down” with a nickel steel barrel, and adapt an ’06 .30-calibre barrel to it and according to the foregoing the .45-70 and .33 will handle in the same action, and if so, why wouldn’t the .30?
Fragments of song—ravelings of rhyme— Glimpses of sky, and sea, and summertime. Voices that rise above the noise and din, And find their echoes in the soul within. Pictures that Memory, with matchless art, Traces upon the canvas of the heart.
The silent snow which all the day has cast its spirits o’er the land Has ceased to fall, and shadows grey come creeping forth on every hand. The wind has fled across the hills enshrouded in a robe of snow, A silence weird, and ghostly, fills the white and sleeping world below.
The February issue will be, par excellence, a midwinter number. When you get it you will want to move up close to the fire, refill the pipe and shut yourself out from all doings about the house save only the reading of this copy. It will tell you of much fun on snowy summit and icy glade, and if the wind blows hard without and the fire is warm within, you will enjoy it all the better.
Frontier Ballads, by Joseph Mills Hanson; 92 pages: $1.00 net; A. C. McClurg & Co., Chicago. This is a beautifully bound volume of verse by one of our best authors, a man who in “The Conquest of the Missouri” produced a masterpiece of literature.
I have for this past year been taking your splendid magazine. It is the first one that I ever really got attached to, and each month don’t see how I can wait for the next number to get here. D. S. WHEELER. Nashua, N. H. Enclosed please find $7.50 for which please renew my subscription to Outdoor Life for five years.
WHO WOULD SPEND A WINTER OR SUMMER AT A MOUNTAIN RANCH?
While traversing the game fields of Wyoming the past fall the editor of Outdoor Life was invited to stop at a pretty little ranch some 30-odd miles up the South Fork of the Shoshone River from Cody. We were welcomed by Mr. Tom Ames, the proprietor (a bachelor of 30 or 35 years), who proposes to make his ranch an all-the-year-round resort for hunters, fishermen and tourists.
The official returns of the eleventh annual outdoor championship of the United States Revolver Association place Dr. J. R. Hicks (New York) as winner of the Revolver Championship of the United States with the fine score of 458 out of a possible 500 points.
It seems that through the jump-at-conclusions tactics of some daily newspaper that apparently placed a higher premium on sensation than on news, a false rumor was circulated concerning the action of the Standard Arms Co., of Wilmington, Del., in reducing its manufacturing force.
Mr. Dean W. King, crack shot, hunter, salesman, rifle sight manufacturer and all-around good fellow, has accepted a position as district manager for the U. M. C. and Remington companies, with headquarters in Denver. His territory includes Colorado, New Mexico, Southeastern Wyoming and El Paso, Texas.
Hundreds of our readers have taken up the study of taxidermy, and many of them write us that they consider a knowledge of this great art an actual necessity for the modern sportsman. We believe that any hunter trapper will keep up his interest in outdoor life by learning to mount the fine specimens of birds and animals which he secures.
The editor in his story this month on an automobile trip to Silverton, Colo., neglected to state that this trip was taken over the old pioneer trail or road between Del Norte and Silverton, before the proposed automobile road was even surveyed. By the middle of next summer, San Juan County, of which Silverton is the county seat, with the help of the Colorado Highway Commission, will have spent thousands of dollars in carrying out the wonderful Colorado project of building this thousand-mile driveway.
Sportsmen visiting New York should call at No. 299 Broadway where the Colt’s Patent Fire Arms Mfg. Co. have established an office (Room 1016) with Mr. Albert Foster, Jr., as manager. Mr. Foster was formerly with the Winchester Repeating Arms Co. and is well versed in matters pertaining to firearms, ancient and modern, and a half hour’s chat with him will be well spent by any “crank.”
I always read your magazine and can say in latter-day parlance that it “delivers the goods.” In 1909 Mr. McGuire recommended Wood’s Lake (P. J. Englebrecht, Prop.), Thomasville, Colo., to me, and I want to say it is the best place on the map for trout and a square deal.
The name of the New Century Rod and Bait Co., of Holland, Mich., was on December 1st changed to the Holland Rod and Bait Co., with an increased capitalization from $25,000 to $45,000. This new company will be conducted under the same administration, with the same board of directors and stockholders as the old company.
It’s a great encouragement to a fur hunter and trapper to know he’ll get good prices for his pelts. Exposure, danger and trouble are forgotten when he knows there’s a hungry market somewhere for his “bag.” Milwaukee is a prominent hide centre.
It is not too early even in the winter time to talk of what you are going to do in the spring—which is our reason at this time for referring to the excellent line of fishing lines (the “Kingfisher”) put out by E. J. Martin’s Sons, Rockville, Conn.
Mr. George W. Lewis, shooting at Downs, Kans., November 15, won Third General Average, 121 out of 135, and Third Professional Average at Concordia, Kans., November 16. 95 out of 100, using Peters shells. Mr. Neaf Apgar won Second General Average at White House, N. J., shooting Peters shells, 139 out of 150.