One bright October morning, some years ago, Trafton and I, with an English sportsman, set out for the hunting grounds. He had just finished a successful hunt for caribou in New Foundland, and now he had come to the Tobique to try for a moose.
Since the very beginning of things, perhaps, man has been enjoined to be just and fair in his conclusions. What is implied, of course, is that you may not know what may have been the impulses behind certain acts or transgressions of others, you may not be entirely sure that in like circumstances you would not similarly have offended, and since you can find no guarantee of invariable perfection in your own case, it is neither right nor pardonable that you should condemn the faults of others.
Did you ever go floating? To the experienced angler floating may appear but a dull form of sport, and I, though not an enthusiastic fisherman, have gone through some bigger excitement taking lesser fish. But to him who knows not the gamey rainbow, the muskie, who has not whipped the trout streams or trolled for the togue of our inland waters, or who has not tested the fighting mettle of a silver king, a yellow tail, or the tuna of our open seas; just ordinary floating for the blue, or channel cat fish, as he is known on the Ohio river, lends an hour of interesting and sometimes active diversion.
It's getting time o’ year just now when May swings into bloom, And all the peach and apple trees are reeking with perfume. A panoramic glory gilds the morning in the east, With an iridescent glamor of a mighty sumptuous feast. The blackbird in the hollow and the robin in the tree, Are shouting hallelujahs up to heaven and to me; The forest trees are budding with a freshness rich and rare, And pronounce a benediction through the blossom-scented air.
The long winter months were past and gone; spring had followed in its wake and summer was at hand. Naturally the angler’s thoughts centered on the beautiful streams of Colorado in which the gamey trout abound, and afford a sport not surpassed by any state in the union.
Jerked past the gay, swinging banners, On past the “side’s” tempting blare; Jostled in front of the entrance, Crowding with countryside there; Trembling young heart all expectance, List’ning to Pa spring the fake While we are passing by neighbors— “Came for the little boy’s sake.
In the past five years the elk in the section of the Montana game fields north of the boundary of the Yellowstone Park have greatly increased in numbers. It has been observed by many of the hunters in recent years that a larger number of cows have two calves following them than in previous years.
Away to woods and hills and streams, With tent and gun and hound and horn! 'Tis there one’s face with pleasure beams, And fullest joys of life abound. 'Tis there the blood goes bounding free, And one forgets his toil and woe; And all can whoop and shout in glee, While faces shine with health’s bright glow.
Perhaps there is no phrase in the category of pastimes that can equal that of camping out. I will not bother you with extended descriptions of long canoe trips down vine-locked rivers in the full glow of summer, nor yet of travels abroad to view the wonders of the ages in marvelous ruins and picturesque cities, of queer people and their ways, nor of a fishing trip to the wilds of the far-famed Temagamie region in Canada.
Oh, I’d like to be by the booming sea, On a Down-East rocky shore, While the clouds sail by, on a summer sky, And the surf beats a ceaseless roar. Or I’d like to sail with the whole lee rail Laid down in the salty foam, And hear the spank, as the swell hits the plank, And not have to hurry home.
We used to meet frequently, and we encounter them still, men who have no patience with the up-to-date tackle of the angler, the jointed rod, the reel and the finely-spun line, much less with the member of the craft who uses artificial lures in preference to the angleworm, the minnow and the frog which performed the entire service for the fishermen of another period.
A trio of sportsmen take a 50-day trip over the big game ranges of Uinta County, bagging almost the limit on the animals allowed.
JOHN B. COLEMAN
Early in the summer I had begun to count the days, looking forward to the time when I could start for Wyoming, on my hunt for big game. I had completed arrangements with Mr. Simpson, of Grovont, Wyo., to take charge of our party on the opening of the season, September 15th.
The warmth of the sun, the clear blue of the sky, the balmy aroma of the south wind, the happy songs of the birds newly arrived at their old haunts and the musical rushing and rippling of rivers and brooks, with now and then the splash of a hungry fish, leaping aloft for flies, all this and more, is the great poetic voice of Nature calling to man to come to her bosom.
It does not seem long since 1870, and yet it is over forty years—just two years after the completion of the Union Pacific and Central Pacific railroads, and the opening up to steam travel of a hitherto savage region 1,800 miles in length by 1,000 miles in width.
We rode from the ranch house of big Buck Pettus an hour before sunrise, accompanied by Little Buck, his son (surnamed from the fact that he was two inches shorter than his father, who was 6 feet 4 inches), and a band of range riders. We were off to chase the elusive prairie wolf with a pack of the fleetest bird song hounds in Southern Texas.
Why is it that a good many long for a morsel of fresh water salmon? Why do they watch eagerly for the days when the finny multitudes move up the streams? Because they have ignored the facts about these fish, have heard little told or saw nothing in print concerning them.
Edited by Thomas H. Russell, A. M., M. E., author of “The American Cyclopedia of the Automobile,” “Motor Boats: Construction and Operation,” etc., etc. NOTICE TO READERS—The readers of this department are cordially Invited to write to the editor regarding any troubles they may experience in any branch of motoring, either ashore or afloat—on land, lake, river or sea, or in the blue empyrean above.
From 1820 to 1872 the Santa Fe Trail has been actively identified with the development, progress and history of the United States, and over it have travelled hundreds of thousands of daring and venturesome pioneers. Packed hard by countless caravans and cattle, this broad thoroughfare, 160 feet wide, stretched across the continent and the sole route to the Eldorado of the West, the Promised Land.
A record made in every-day service by a car driven by Dr. Robert M. Rogers of Brooklyn, N. Y., is advanced by motorists in support of the contention that a properlyoperated automobile is no more expensive than a horse and carriage. This physician, who drives a runabout, paid for the storing of his car, excluding which expense, the mile cost was but $.027, a figure not often lowered by motor cars in economy contests.
The electric ignition system known as the low tension make-and-break, or primary system is essentially similar to the ordinary electric gas-lighting system. It is a familiar phenomenon that when a current passes through the coil of an electro-magnet, and the current is suddenly broken, a bright spark occurs at the point of break.
To meet the demand for special motor car bodies, the larger manufacturers maintain designing departments, where special bodies are designed for those who want them. The attention of buyers is turning more and more to this point and a pleasing variety of bodies is now seen on the streets of the large cities.
The matters of side balance and longitudinal control are capable of a number of solutions. The Wright and the Montgomery patents, which relate to markedly successful machines, both make a point of twisting or warping the wing ends, so as not to increase the angle of incidence at one side of the machine above that of the other.
The amateur boatbuilder of the present day enjoys immense advantages over his predecessor of the past. He need no longer work by rule of thumb or rely on his own ingenuity in the important matters of design and working plans. For a few dollars he can buy all the necessary boat patterns, selecting his design from among hundreds offered for his choice by the boatbuilders who make a specialty of this feature of the business.
I’ve done escaped the brandin’ iron and rope For many years;—and always answered “Nope, It aint for muh to settle down and wed; A maverick I would druther be instead.” But, gosh all thunder, boys, you never know How tame you’ll git; nor how you’ll cease to blew, ’Bout single blessedness, and all that stuff, When jest the right gal calmly calls yer bluff.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
M. B. S., Baton Rouge, La.—I had nine 4months-old Walker hound pups and a finer and healthier lot could not have been found up to ten days ago, when the distemper got amongest them and killed the last one. I may be erring, but believe the best remedy for distemper when certain your dogs have it, is to take an axe and knock every one in the head affected and save a lot of trouble and money—anyway, that will be my treatment hereafter.
On our annual trips into the mountains where we are permitted to cast our lures into seldom-frequented and well-stocked trout streams, we have been frequently reminded of the absolute necessity for a landing net if one would capture the larger trout.
I saw in the April issue of Outdoor Life that George Shull of Iowa wishes to know if it is possible to make a trip in a launch from Omaha, Neb., to Great Falls, Mont. I also notice Mr. Ricker’s reply and as far as Mr. Ricker’s answer goes it is all right, but he does not cover the route from the mouth of the Yellowstone River to Great Falls, therefore, I thought a word or two of advice might be of service to Mr. Shull.
A short time ago I made a trip away from home, about seventyfive miles, and while away I traded off a hound, and a few days after I received word that a dog answering the description of my hound came to a ranch where I had stopped for a few days, and today, two weeks after, the dog has come home and áeems as tickled as a little boy with a new pair of red-topped boots.
Outdoor Life will be glad to receive information at any time of any infraction of the game laws of any state. Such information will always be immediately communicated to the game department of the state in which the infringement is alleged to have been committed, after which it will be our aim to exercise a stringent espionage over the carrying out of the game department’s duties in the premises.
The fact that thousands of elk have been annually starving to death in Wyoming should not dampen the ardor of those (both within and out of the order of Elks) who have so earnestly labored in past years to have this great order discontinue the wearing of elks’ teeth as emblems.
"A Case for the Game Warden."—A Comment by a Sportsman
Editor Outdoor Life
That cut that you published, entitled, “A Case for the Game Warden,” especially interested me, and I'll tell you why. Now, this party may be right in saying this elk was killed for his tusks and he may be wrong. I’ll spin you a little yarn to illustrate:
I wish to say in regard to the wild pigeon question, much on which has appeared in Outdoor Life, that we have pigeons here (Chico, Cal.) and some to spare. About every ten or twelve years the pigeons come here in such numbers that the ranchers have to herd them off of their crops.
I have read with much interest what both you and some of your subscribers have said about that fabled “Pacific Buck.” Now, in regard to this deer, would say I have killed one and seen several. The one I killed I should judge weighed 175 pounds, had very short legs, about two-thirds as long as the average black-tail deer, and had also the very wide forked horns; in fact, all are forked except in a very few cases.
At last it has come —the long-looked-for change in the regulations relative to killing black bear. For this season at least we will be able to kill them when in good condition and let them alone when worthless. Last season’s style protected them from April 1st to July 1st.
In regard to the unlawful killing of caribou on Kenai Peninsula, would say that I have been here since the spring of 1890, and all the caribou on Kenai have never reached 1,500. I saw two last spring and perhaps the only two left. The caribou have not been killed, but have disappeared.
The agricultural appropriation bill for the next fiscal year carries several items of interest to sportsmen and lovers of our native game animals. The total appropriations for game protection made by the last Congress for the ensuing year are as follows:
I see by late reports that a closed season is now in vogue in Alaska on ptarmigan, which is a God-send for the birds. A closed season should also be effected for the migratory birds. It is a shame the way they are killed here (Nome, Alaska) and in this vicinity in the spring of the year and during the early fall.
The accompanying photo is of Messrs. William Bean and A. Daiss, Jr., of Eustis, Neb. The eagle is one that measured 9 feet 6 Inches from tip to tip and which has been hunted by nearly every sportsman In two or three counties in Western Nebraska for the past two years.
Max Goldsmith and C. E. Gregory, sportsmen of Spokane, Wash., landed an immense trout in Lake Pond d’ Oreille, Idaho, lately that weighed 18 pounds. The big fish was taken with a Kewell-Stewart bait, the battle lasting 2½ hours. The prairie country twenty to thirty miles from Pueblo, Colo., seems to be about as productive of coyotes as the country to the east of Denver, where so many sportsmen hunt them with greyhounds.
The day is done, and now the twilight hour Blooms into beauty like an opening flower, And breath of drowsy roses, as a prayer Heavy with incense, fills the quiet air. A mother-bird with patient, brooding wings, Thrills to the new life’s feeble flutterings, And all a-throb with Love’s great mystery, Croons in the silence her first lullaby;
Facing the 300-yard Turkey with the .22-Caliber Pistol
Ashley A. Haines
When first reading the article by Mr. Altsheler concerning the results secured by a few members of the Louisville Rifle and Revolver Club with revolvers at 200 and 300 yards, I formed the opinion that they had been “shooting some,” but it never entered my head to doubt for an instant the accuracy of every statement made by the author, for although I had never fired a revolver with target sights adjusted for distances exceeding fifty yards, I had from an occasional shot at objects on the water, against a dusty hillside, or on the prairie, where effects of the bullets could be noted, had enough experience to convince me that the accuracy of the revolver at long ranges was not realized by shooters generally, and especially by those not interested in the game, or not well informed, as the “Hot Air” critic has shown himself.
When Lieutenant Whelen has discussed a subject there is usually little need of saying more, as his discussions are so thorough and to the point, but in his treatment of the question of mounts for telescope sights in the April issue of Outdoor Life he seems to accept the statements of the factories to their full extent, and the writer cannot forbear adding a little to the discussion concerning the rear mounts furnished for use with the Stevens and Winchester telescopes, dealing particularly with the Stevens rear mount, known as the Ideal model, although most of the statements here made are applicable to the Winchester rear mounts.
I have had one of these Swiss Vetterlin .41-caliber rifles for two years, and have fired about 1,000 shots from it, and, for its kind, must say that it is a shooter, my last seven shots at 300 yards being enclosed in a twelve-inch circle. I ordered seven of these guns from Bannerman, but received only five, as all the rest had been sold.
In the February number of Outdoor Life I find an article in regard to the old Swiss army rifle .41 caliber. I take it that some of your readers would like to know the markings on these rifles. As I have one I would be too glad to give them if they will be of any interest to anyone.
The turkey shoot announced in the May issue of Outdoor Life, to be given under the auspices of the Denver Rifle Club, took place at their range near Golden on the 23d of April, and was attended by a fairly good crowd of revolver shooters, with quite a number of the curious, and a few of the usual skeptics present.
Concerning the Colt New Service and Other Revolvers
Richard J. Kaufman
Some of the articles appearing in this magazine have prompted me to write another article regarding certain claims made about different weapons. One of the first is an article written by a correspondent regarding the Colt New Service revolver.
There have been several articles published recently about shooting with high velocity cartridges at oranges, tin cans full of water, etc., tossed into the air. The result seems to be that the contents of said orange or tin can are converted into mist (unless they are missed).
When the writer was considering this article he decided that it trended towards reloading cartridges, with a view of how to secure the most perfect results. The high-power cartridge will not be considered, notwithstanding its excellent capabilities in the right place, as too much is continually written about it, especially the cartridges of high concentration, thus leaving the low-power cartridge crank to read things for which he has no use.
The .318 W. Richards Accelerated Express and .333 Jeffery
J. Wesley Blair
Reading an answer of yours in the February number to an inquiry regarding United States 1906 ammunition, I notice that you predict the introduction of a sharp-pointed expanding bullet other than the ordinary soft-point type. It may interest you to know that such a bullet is in existence, though in another cartridge, and having used the same very recently I can vouch for its efficiency and accuracy.
Accompanying this article is the portrait of one of the most famous of modern riflemen; a specialist at rapid fire work with hand function repeating rifles as well as with those of the automatic type; equally expert with the heavy, exceedingly accurate Schuetzen; well informed and intensely interested in all matters pertaining to the shooting game, and that man is Captain A. F. Laudensack, a gentleman respected and admired by all.
On April 15th at the Denver Rifle Club range, Arthur Tuttle, stenographer for the Woodmen of the World, Denver, fired twenty shots, 300 yards, at an image turkey (11 inches through body), making six hits, two of which were ricochets; fifteen of the twenty shots hit the 4x4-foot target background.
About 20 years ago, more or less, while living in Kentucky, going up Court street one day, an old doctor took me by the shoulder, turned me around, pinched my skin, looked me over and said, “Judd, I want to give you a prescription; you can take a dose of it and enjoy it; if not, you will be dead and forgotten by your friends in four years.
The article in a late number of Outdoor Life addressed to Mr. Snohomish in regard to the new sharppointed, soft-nosed bullet for hunting purposes was of much interest to me. What I want is more information on the subject and if you will give your opinion in a general way with the following points in view, I believe it will do much towards clearing the matter up and will be more than appreciated by me.
I believe for about 75 per cent of the sportsmen and shooters the three-barrel gun fills the bill, for everyone that carries a gun finds himself, sooner or later, needing a rifle when he has a shotgun and runs into a lot of ducks when he has nothing but a rifle.
I notice in the March number of Outdoor Life a communication signed “X” with whom I am unable to agree in several matters. He seems to think there should be a law passed prohibiting the use of a rifle as small as a .30-caliber on big game and says they are even too small for deer.
A large majority of the users of the rifle do not realize the benefits to be derived from the use of a sling-strap on carbine or rifle, and doubting its utility and their ultimate satisfaction in its use, do not wish to go to the expense and bother of having regulation sling-rings attached to barrel and butt stock.
(This article relates to the sporting model of the Lee straight pull rifle). This rifle has a twenty-four-ineh finely tapered round barrel, having a very heavy breech similar to the .30-40 Winchester, 1895. It is rifled on a system approximately the opposite of the Pope, where the groove has rounded corners and also has its greatest depth in these corners.
Since writing you some days ago I have received the February number of Outdoor Life, and find much of the information in regard to the highpower .22 caliber I desired, but I did not learn what type of action to expect or whether single shot or repeating.
When I first read Mr. Brent Altsheler’s story in your December number entitled, “The Turkey Shoot,” telling where the contestants used revolvers and at every fourth or fifth shot the best shots would generally get a turkey, I said to myself, “Well, that is sure going some,” and it wasn’t long until I read the article in an Eastern shooting paper entitled, “Hot Air Shooting.
F. E. Wilkinson, Buffalo, N. Y.—In your February issue Mr. Chauncy Thomas writing regarding “foot pounds” touches upon a subject that has caused me to wonder whether manufacturers computed their tables of recoil by tables used in mechanics or by a machine registering the actual energy exerted at the butt plate.
“Reminiscences” is, no doubt, the best title for the accompanying picture, for here is spent many happy moments, surrounded by my dear old friends, the guns, and the specimens, secured only by many trials and long tramps through snow, darkness, barren lands covered with scrub oaks, rhododendron swamps and rocky mountains.
Down at Stein’s Pass, by P. S. McGeeney; illustrated; $1.00; The Angel Guardian Press, Boston. In this book is told the story of a trust placed upon the shoulders of a voung engineer and how he carried his burden, without shirking from duty, for long, weary years, and his reward.
We have just received advice from Mr. Charles L. Barker, the wellknown guide of Riley Brook, N. B., telling of the death of our old contributor, Phil Oberlander of Hronow, Bohemia. Mr. Oberlander had hunted big game in nearly all the countries of the globe, his trophies in most cases being donated to the Vienna (Austria) Museum.
Many days before the appearance of this number of Outdoor Life, our intrepid representative, Mr. J. A. Ricker, and His friend. Mr. Joseph Ingersol, will both be well on their way to Nome, Alaska, via the Yukon River and the Arctic Circle, in their 25-foot motor boat, "Outdoor Life.
Denver is becoming the Mecca of sporting goods, powder and arms company representatives. Centrally located as it is for all the points in the territory of the great West, it is appealing to the good sense of the manufacturers as a suitable place in which to have at least one traveling representative anchored.
The last Assembly of Colorado did not adjourn without giving consideration to the game bills submitted, although but slight changes have been made in the old laws. Following is a table of the open seasons on the game and fish of this state under the enactments of the last Assembly:
That turkey shooting at 200 and 300 yards is fast becoming a popular sport in Colorado, goes without saying. Denver started the ball a-rolling on April 23rd with 19 entries, all shooting at 300 yards, using revolvers. J. H. Parry was the man who won the silver cup donated by J. A. McGuire, with the good score of three hits in 20 shots, shooting in a gale of wind and rain.
I take pleasure in handing you under separate cover a copy of the annual booklet and program of the fourth tournament and pow-wow of The Pacific Indians, to be held this year early in June, in the beautiful little city of Eugene, Oregon. It is expected that, in the absence of an Interstate Pacific Handicap this year in the Northwest, this tourney will in a measure take the place of that classic event.
Rocky Mountain Rifle Club of Butte, Mont., Victorious
Associated Press dispatch from Washington, D. C.. dated April 20th, reads as follows: “The Rocky Mountain Rifle Club of Butte, Montana, today was awarded the Club Rifle Shooting Championship of the United States for the second time by the National Rifle Association of America, having defeated by 992 to 990 out of a possible 1,000 the Winchester Rod and Gun Club of New Haven, Conn.
Sportsmen have usually considered guns equipped with automatic shell ejectors as being complicated and liable to get out of order. The Fox gun has always been equipped with a very strong ejector, but duringthe past years their inventors have been working continuously on an ejector with the idea of eliminating all fine adjustments, at the same time adhering strictly to the Fox idea of simplicity and strength of mechanism which has characterized all Fox guns.
Since the time when Noah built the ark and saved a goodly portion of the denizens of the earth, a large percentage of humanity have studied the art of boat building. Some have aimed to make cheap boats, while others have not been satisfied until they have produced the best.
The latest proof of the remarkable results that may be obtained through the use of a telescope Is the one-hundred shot record of A. Hubalek, Brooklyn, N. Y., who scored 2,484 out of a possible 2,500 points (75 feet distance—off-hand shooting) at the Annual Indoor Championship match of the Zettler Rifle Club tournament, New York City, March 15, 1911.
We first catch sight of the beginnings of the Remington arms in 1816. At that time we find Eliphalet Remington and his son (also Eliphalet) at work at their trade of blacksmiths. The tiny forge shop still stands though the old water wheel that gave them their power has long since been washed away.
Illustrated herewith is one of the products of the W. C. Russell Moccasin Co., Berlin, Wís., manufacturers of a general line of outdoor (as well as indoor) moccasin footwear for sportsmen and others. This cut illustrates the “Mascoutin,” which is said to be an ideal moccasin for wear around camp, as well as for canoeing and general service in the woods and elsewhere.
The Bullard & Gormley Co., 171-173 North State street, and 7-9 East Clarke street, Chicago, are making a big bid for the sporting goods trade of the Middle States. They carry an extensive line of guns, ammunition, athletic goods and cutlery, and make a specialty of the Alligator brand of fishing tackle.
Mr. Arthur Killam performed quite an extraordinary feat at the club shoot at Blodgett, Mo., on April 20. He had sent his 12gauge gun into the factory for new barrels, and, not having received it in time for the shoot, went into the contest with his Smith 20-gauge, equipped with the Hunter one-trigger.
R. J. Hillinger & Co., 10 S. Wabash Ave., (Dept. F.), Chicago, 111., advertise this month in Outdoor Life their Bullfrog Bait and Casting Line, which is claimed to be the best silk line made, and fifty yards of this line will be sent as a trial order to any of our readers on receipt of 75 cents.
It will pay anyone contemplating the purchase of a piano to send to Wing & Son, 374399 W. 13th St., New York, for their "Book of Complete Information About Pianos,” which they will send to any address gratis. This book is a large one of 162 pages (size of page 11½x12 inches) and gives much information that is invaluable to the prospective purchaser.
At South Pittsburgh, Tenn., May 2. Mr. C. A. Young, shooting Peters factory loaded Premier shells, won high general average, 98x100. He also tied for first place at Chattanooga May 1, 94x100. On receipt of 10 cents in stamps, the Martin Automatic Fishing Reel Co., of Ilion, N. Y., will send you a set of eight (8) colored postal cards, which will be a fine addition to your collection.