Her adaptability to outdoor sports, and the success that she has achieved in this domain.
RUTH ALEXANDER PEPPLE
Within the past few years representatives of outdoor sports among the women of this country have multiplied and increased to a greater extent than in any previous area. Although in the years past there have always been a few devotees of the more strenuous sports and recreations, the modern woman has just begun to realize all that outdoor life means to her, and the benefits she may derive thereby.
Come wind, blow east! Come wind, blow west! For Marguerite. Make roses blush, Make lillies hush— Tell violets wait, Tell pansies fête, For Marguerite. Bid birds all sing, Bid sunbeams cling— Oh, wind, go whispering For Marguerite. Blow high, blow low, For Marguerite.
I want to go back to the hot, dewy morn And ride into town with the load; I want to hear Pa greet the good neighbor folk We passed on the long, dusty road; And give me the town with its bunting and flags, A dime in my pocket to blow On ’crackers and mixtures of candy, peanuts, And the much-flaunted glass of “lemo!”
As you read of “The Man Who Was,” do not tears run down your face, tears of pity and of sorrow? In watching the interesting career of “The Man Who Will Be” do you not feel emotions of joy, and do you not hold him up to others as an example? But the man who might have been—he’s different, of course.
Twelve years of age is pretty young to get out into the great north woods and shoot moose and deer in the tracking season, yet this is what George A. Reeber, Jr., of New York City did during October, 1909. He and his father, Mr. George A. Reeber, Sr., a well-known hunter of big game, and two doctor friends, joined me October 15th.
The man with the pack plods on! He is on the trail and is hunting for game, He is hunting for caribou, wolf, or deer, For meat or for pelt, it is much the same. Will he find it? Quien sabe! He’s a lust for the hunting. So on he hunts. The man with the pack plods on! He is on the trail and is hunting for ore, He is hunting for copper or silver or gold. How e’er much he finds, he ever wants more. Will he find it? Quien sabe! He’s a greed for the mining, So on he mines.
It is about the time of year when all who can go out for recreation, and it is when man needs this most. Those who cannot go are thinking about it. The sea breeze, the mountain air, the song of the evening time, the gentle, cool zephyr coming down the creek from the hilltops, are in the mind and all who cannot go may get some pleasure in reading about this much-thought-of subject.
Now Juno’s feet are tripping o’er the sward To breezy measure and her sweet, curved lips Are upturned to the love clasp of the bard; To haunt his soul with the enchanted quips That ripen the full blush that flames her cheek. Her pulsing breast is hot with passions new, And melting to the touch; a goddess of the Greek Descended like an angel from the blue.
I had punched cows in the foothills of the Bear-tooth Range, Montana, for about three years, and as yet had not killed a bear. True, I had killed deer, elk and sheep, but somehow the hunting of these peaceful animals never really satisfied me—I was all for mixing it up with bear.
One day two or three summers ago I dropped in at the state capitol in Denver to have a chat with the fish and game commissioner, Hon. D. E. Farr. During the course of our conversation I asked him if he could tell me of some place in the mountains where I could get good trout fishing and at the same time have a little fun with Nature?
Where the roads of men are ended, where stands the last crude shack, Where the mountains raise their barriers and the tenderfoot turns back; Where there’s nought ahead but Nature, and there’s no such word as fail, Where the well-worn ways are ended—’tis here that begins the trail.
I am a mere woman. I must confess it in the beginning, else the point of this story will be lost. Fired by the vivid descriptions and life-like illustrations of Outdoor Life, I longed to lay a mite of my own on Nature’s shrine. Though within the corporate limits of a capital city, my house faces a bit of “forest primeval” that would have rejoiced the heart of Robin Hood.
THURSDAY, Sept. 21.—We had a beautiful day’s travel, and made camp at half past three o’clock in the afternoon. We traveled along the banks of the Green River all day. I killed the limit on sage hens and also bagged three mallards en route.
A jumble of jumps and pants and shakes Is the general form buck ager takes, But the liveliest sample ever I saw Occurred to a feller named Hank McGraw We’s on Black Mountain and Hank’s plumb new, Out of his office a week or two; Wayup gun with a dress-suit look And huntin’ learned from a story book.
In the philosophy of migrant birds there is an intrusion on the silence of the night which students of bird life have not yet been able to understand; and, though we peer with persistent stare into the pierceless upper world in an attempt to enjoy a view of the passing feathered throng, which the peculiar sounds that come down to us tell us of, yet all is nebulous, save the occasional passing athwart the moon’s face of the distended wings and strained necks of a stray feathered migrant.
By glancing at the accompanying map, the reader can form an idea of just where this wonderful bird reserve is located. I say wonderful advisedly, for it seems as though all the wild fowl in creation go to this particular section to breed. And credit should be given to whom it is due for the wisdom shown in making this vast tundra flat a national bird reserve.
In February, 1902, I was in command of “D” Squadron of the Canadian Scouts, an irregular cavalry regiment of the British service in South Africa during the Anglo-Boer war, briaded with Colonel (“Tiger”) Remington of the Sixth Inniskilling Dragoons.
Enwrapt my form my cloak held close to me, As stepped I forth into the terrored night. Where tempests raved me o’er and ever bright The lightening split the gloom as in a sea Of murky rifts with waves that tost in glee. Throughout the chaos hung the coil of might Wielded by ghastly hands—and to my sight Roved thru the sky some endless phantasy.
The readers of Outdoor Life are already acquainted with our camping outfit as it was very fully described in the issue of June, 1909. Briefly, it consists of seven burros or, if you prefer, “donkeys,” four fitted with saddles for the family to ride, and three with packs to carry the necessary supplies.
As a man who has been a resident of Wyoming for more than a third of a century, and who has seen the vast herds of buffalo disappear from the face of the earth, and the other big game that was once so plentiful here, driven back into the almost inaccessible forests, I take a deep interest in the question of the preservation of the elk that is now being agitated.
The accompanying cut shows Mr. J. W. Drouillard in picture pose, as it also does his collection of furs for the month of March, 1911. Mr. Drouillard’s duty is to trap and slay predatory animals in Inyo County, Calif., for which work he is paid a salary by Uncle Sam.
He crouched in the grass with staring eyes and heavy breath. For the moment his enemies had passed around and beyond him. Instinct had planted caution deep in him and he generally discovered his suspicions to be well founded. His life had not been a quiet, sedentary one by any means, yet he had found much peaceful joy in it at times.
Editor Outdoor Life:— Murphy, with whom I have hunted for the last three years, came to me one day last spring and suggested that we take the goose hunt we had been planning on for so long. It only took a few hours to get our party together, so we decided to start that very afternoon.
I saw an advertisement of the Colt’s Automatic .25-caliber pistol in your May number, the ad showing a picture of a bear with the .25-caliber pistol on the bear’s head. As I killed the bear and took the picture, I thought it might be of interest to your readers to send you the story.
A hunter's life is ever full of surprises. I have had a few in my time, but space will not permit of their relation. Last March the two airedales shown closest together in the accompanying photograph went in a bear den and killed one large yearling cub.
Should We Stop the Running of Predatory Animals with Dogs?
Just now there is some agitation in one or two of the Western states against the use of dogs in bear and lion hunting. We have always contended that such dogs do more good in the lions they kill than harm they do in the deer they molest. We have written a great deal on this subject, so our readers know our position.
While this new enterprise has as yet to be brought to the notice of the public, three years of careful experimenting in the business assures me that it is practical from every viewpoint. These little fur bearers are very hardy and disease is unknown to them.
There is probably no sportsman in this country who is endowed with a deeper appreciation of the exploits and accomplishments of his fellow sportsmen than is W. T. Hornaday of the New York Zoological Park, and author of valuable hunting books.
An Opinion on the Closed Spring Duck Shooting Season
Editor Outdoor Life
The new Colorado duck season is to open October 1st and close March 1st. The duck, being a migratory bird, does not confine his limits to Colorado, and the ducks of this state are of various kinds. There is a great number of blue-wing teal hatched in Colorado every season, and they are considered by most of the hunters the best duck of them all; but as they migrate early in the fall the Colorado hunters will have the privilege of fattening the blue-wings for our New Mexico neighbors.
We have received the following letter from Mr. Charles L. Barker, the well-known New Brunswick guide, under date of April 23d: “I was out a few days since and photographed a big bull moose in the snow, at a distance of fifteen feet. After I had made several exposures he got rested up and chased me over a side hill.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED F. HABERLEIN
T. R., Allentown, Pa.—I am giving my pointer pup 4 months old, a good run every evening—about two hours. He starts out lively and speedily, but soon settles down to a medium trot, instead of galloping, as I wish him to do. Can I induce him in any way to keep up speed so long as out?
In the May number of Outdoor Life I note that some one signing himself “Subscriber” states that he is collecting cartridges and that he has not heard of anybody else doing so. I am glad to find that I am not the only “collecting fiend,” and that at least one other gun crank is as crazy as I am over this subject.
Enclosed find photo of a 9-pound native trout, length 26½ inches, caught by Mr. Frank Knotts, a noted hunter and fisherman of Beaverhead County, Mont. This trout was caught with an 8-ounce split bamboo rod and landed without help of gaff or net.
It has been a good while since I last contributed to the Arms and Ammunition department, but I have been a most interested reader of this part of your magazine throughout that period nevertheless. I read a great deal in the columns of our various sporting papers and magazines, and, though I prefer Outdoor Life to any of the others, still they are nearly all interesting in their degree.
The target enclosed was made at a range of forty feet in a basement, the target being illuminated by a small coal oil lamp; the position was standing, offhand and leaning the arms and body against the curved cylindrical side of a steel furnace.
Trouble With the “Old Reliable” After 25 Years’ Service
This may sound like scandal, but after twenty-five years of service I had a little trouble with my .45 single action Colts, but it is all right now; and because others, especially those far from a gunsmith and with a gun that has seen equally hard service, may have the same trouble, I will tell here what it was, and how it was corrected.
Few, indeed, of the many users of ammunition ever give the matter a thought of the difficulty experienced in its manufacture. Not many years ago one’s hunting outfit would be considered incomplete unless an extractor for use in case of a swelled shell was dangling to a string on his hunting coat.
I have just read Lieut. Whelen’s article on the American telescopes. It is evident that his point of view is at target shooting, while the writer’s is from that of the hunter. He seems to be very positive in his statements, for he says, “A good telescope costs a certain amount of money.
The gentleman signing himself “X“ is beginning to throw the searchilght in the right direction. Not alone are rifles of large caliber desirable, but changes in the amount of lead exposed, so that different bullets may be used on the various species of game, depending on size of the animal and the consequent difference in tissues.
The Increased Interest in 300-Yard Revolver Shooting
Editor Outdoor Life
The second turkey shoot given by the Denver Rifle Club took place at their range on May 14th, and though not attended by as great a number of contestants as their first event, still a fairly good crowd was on hand to try the longrange stunt again.
A subject of much comment among sportsmen is the fact that there is not a greater interest in trap shooting in this country. When one considers that a good shooting gun can be purchased at from $25 to $50, and that for an expenditure of a couple of dollars in shells and targets one can have a rare and exciting bit of sport of an afternoon, we ourselves cannot help marveling at the comparatively few who engage in this exhilarating fun.
I would like some information in regard to a gun I found in a second-hand store this summer. On the barrell is “Grant & Co., Newark, N. J., Pat. Nov. 9, 1869." It is a muzzle-loader and shoots about a No. 2 shot. Barrel proper is only about eight inches long and screws into the end of another barrel, where they join.
I am thinking of getting an automatic rifle for this season and would like to have the opinion of some of the boys who have had actual experience with them as to which is the best gun— Remington, Winchester, Standard, etc., for deer, bear or lion, as we have no other large game here.
As a traveling salesman for many years, I have had the opportunity of witnessing the feats performed by many of the most noted shooters in the United States. Those who do remarkable fancy shots I have seen, being the Topperweins, Captain Hardy, Dr. Carver and Dr. Bevis, now of Kalispell, Mont. So much more remarkable are the feats performed by Dr. Bevis that I consider him superior to any of the others in many accomplishments.
It is forty-five years since I first killed any moving object with shotgun and am thankful to say that I today feel as well able to tote a gun and walk from sunrise to sunset as ever I did. I well remember that shot. I was armed with an old single-barrel gun that had been altered from flint and steel to percussion and, boy-like, was walking the fields trying to find a rabbit in its bed, when all at once one jumped out, and for the first time in my life I ventured to shoot at it running, and, much to my surprise, I rolled it over.
I am glad that you were so easily able to put a stopper on the Washington “air gun.” I’ve seen some long-range revolver shooting myself (over 200 yards), but not at stationary targets. But what is the use of telling of such things? It only gives opportunity for the “know-it-all” to stamp on you and call you a liar.
Last spring I wrote Outdoor Life concerning the efficiency of the .351 Winchester, and received a great many replies, mostly in favor of the gun, and a few to the contrary. Since that time I have had a chance to try the gun out myself and must say that it was very satisfactory.
Eugene Chapman, Redlands, Cal.—What is the weight of bullets, velocity, energy and penetration of the following revolver and automatic pistol cartridges: 7.63 Mauser, 7.65 Luger, 9mm. Luger, .38 Colt automatic, .380 Colt automatic, .38 S. & W. Special, .44 Special, .45 Colt automatic, .32-20 and .44-40 Winchester?
Before our August number is in the hands of our readers, Dr. R. Houston and his brother, Dr. H. E. Houston, both Montana hunters of national reputation, will be en route to the Alaskan interior for the purpose of hunting the biggest game of that paradise for sportsmen.
A beautiful shotgun hanger is being sent out by the A. H. Fox Gun Co., 4654 N. 18th st., Philadelphia. It shows in exact size true to the original, and in natural colors, a Fox Gun, Grade F. E., the net retail price of which is $362, while in a lower corner of the hanger appears the sentence, “This picture shows a duplicate of the only shotgun Colonel Roosevelt used on his African hunting trip."
The Colorado Anglers’ Ass’n has been formed with the following officers: A. B. Frenzel, president; Samuel C. Adams, vice president; J. Grattan O’Bryan, secretary and treasurer. The objects of the association are to encourage and promote the art of angling; to maintain and conduct contests of proficiency and tournaments in various branches of said art; to facilitate, promite and encourage the angling for game fish in sportsman-like manner in the waters of Colorado; to encourage and foster the propagation and distribution of game fish, and to assist in the enforcing of the laws for the regulation of fishing and for the protection of fish.
AN ATTRACTIVE WYOMING RANCH FOR HUNTERS AND FISHERMEN.
Up in a secluded nook of the mountains of Wyoming, fifty miles from Cody, on the South Fork of the Shoshone River, there is located a ranchman and his son whose names are linked with the early history of Wyoming. This man’s name is John Reckless Davis, the “Reckless” part of his name having been given him in token of the prominent part he took many years ago in the capture of a bandit and murderer named Jack Bliss.
The Clinton Wilt Mfg. Co. of Springfield, Mo., has put on the market a fishing lure that bids fair to prove a wonder. It is called the “Champion,” being a revolving minnow with one double hook on each side, making the hooks very effective for game fish to strike.
Very few western motorists realize that there is such an extensive factory in Denver for slip lining, top making, etc., as there is. It is only a few years since the Dustin Auto Top & Slip Lining Co. was organized in this city, but in that time it has made wonderful strides.
A party of Los Angeles hunters, including E. C. Price of the Los Angeles Rifle and Revolver Club, who recently returned from a bear hunt on the Trinity River in the county of the same name in California, report that the biggest bear of their trip was killed by a bullet from a Luger pistol.
The Colorado Southern Ry. Co. of Denver has issued some very attractive booklets describing and illustrating the scenic and fishing resorts of Colorado. The largest and most attractive of these books is entitled “Picturesque Colorado,” which is a most attractive story of the scenery of this state told in pictures and words.
The above is the appropriate title of a large book 8x11 inches and 128 pages in size that will interest anyone contemplating the erection of a home anywhere. Floor plans and exteriors of scores of beautiful homes are shown, the idea being to illustrate the most artistic and up-to-date homes for the benefit of those desiring to build.
Among the traveling men who periodically brighten the western sporting goods stores with their presence, none are more popular than O. E. Searles, who has recently entered the employ of the Remington Arms-U. M. C. Co. as traveling salesman for Northern Colorado and Wyoming.
Following are some of the most important scores made at the Southern Handicap shoot, held at Charlotte, N. C., on May 9-10-11: Southern Handicap—W. T. Laslie of Tuskegee, Ala., winner, (shooting Du Pont powder), 94x100; High Amateur Average, 16 yd. target —J. Graham (Schultze powder), 391x400; Second Amateur Average, 16 yd. target—J. S. Young (Schultze powder), 382x400; High Amateur at all targets—J. Graham (Schultze powder), 565x600; High Professional at all targets—W. H. Heer (DuPont powder), 568x 600; High Average at doubles—Fred Gilbert (Du Pont powder), 93x100; Second Professional at all targets—Fred Gilbert, Fred Bills (Du Pont powder), 565x600.
“See the Rockies first; climb American rather than European mountains,” is the text of a beautifully illustrated and exceptionally well written descriptive narrative, “The Peaks of the Rockies.” by Edwin L. Sabin, the well-known writer, just published by the Denver & Rio Grande Railroad Company, Denver.
A NEW FISH GAFF THAT WILL APPEAL TO HUMANE SPORTSMEN.
This cut shows the latest product of the Marble Arms & Mfg. Co., known as the Clincher Gaff. It does not have just a few long teeth, but a series of short ones, just sufficiently pointed to hold the fish in a vice-like grip, but not long enough to cut through the scales and tear the flesh.
“Hotels and Boarding Houses Located on the Line of The Rio Grande System” is the title of an attractive little booklet just issued by the Passenger Department of that line. It contains a list of all hotels and boarding houses adjacent to the Denver & Rio Grande Railroad in Colorado, Utah and New Mexico, giving the number of guests each hotel will accommodate, average cost of board together with the name of the proprietor.
In our June issue we inserted a notice complimentary of the pipes made by the Royal Pipe Co. of 202 Broad Street. Nashville. Tenn., but in some way we made the error of inserting therein the address as 201 Broadway, New York. We now wish to make the correction and for the purpose of further emphasizing the good things in pipes that are being put out by this company, we herewith reproduce the notice referred to, with the correct address inserted:
The tests by the Board of Experts, appointed by the Assistant Secretary of War to select the best rifle cartridges for use in the National Matches the coming summer, were held at Sea Girt, N. J., recently. Various makes of cartridges were presented at the trials and after exhaustive tests those made by the Winchester Repeating Arms Company were pronounced superior to all others and officially selected.
At Indianapolis, May 30, Mr. O. J. Holaday, shooting Peters shells, won High General Average, 184x200. At Dayton, Ohio. May 30, Mr. C. A. Young in a field of 43 shooters, won High General Average 97x100, using Peters factory loaded shells.