Sportsmen, big game hunters, and all students and lovers of wild life, can now have exceptional opportunities for a close range study of the rarest and largest of the fast-disappearing types of magnificent wild animals from the Dark Continent, their last and only stronghold on the earth.
In my den I lie a-dreaming of a day that’s coming soon, When my birch canoe has traveled far and long, And I’ll reach the Falling Waters ere the rising of the moon Wakes the night birds and their sad and pensive song. At the lifting of the mantle of the rising new-born day I shall revel in the glory of content; I will plunge beneath the waters iridescent with the spray, Of the beauteous tumbling torrent near my tent.
I once met a dyed-in-the-wool tender-foot who was travelling alone in the mountain wilderness and who begged to replenish his stock of provisions from our supplies. He had run out of food and had been lost for a week. A glance at his saddle and pack horses proved that he was a novice at outdoor travelling.
If we were to be guided by the impressions received on reading Mr. Zane Grey’s lion roping stories, we would be almost led to believe that the only man who ever successfully roped and captured mountain lions in trees was Buffalo Jones, the hero of the old buffalo ranges, and the only man to my knowledge who has ever been able to invade the jungle and rope the lions of that country.
Jest about this time o' year, Feller gits to feelin’ queer. Somethin’ callin', callin' "Come!” Where the wild bees drone an' hum. Springtime breezes teasin' you, Sun a-peepin' from the blue; Hankerin' to sort o' go Some'ers, you don’t hardly know.
There are lots of fishes and plenty of good fishing in American waters, not-withstanding the ever-increasing army of anglers and professional fishermen, the wanton destruction of the various species for food, sport and false glory, and the spoliation of the very habitat of the finny tribes by the march of so-called civilization.
When a fellow's hustled branches, Drug a log a mile or two, And piled the branches 'gainst that log, And made the flames a rendezvous; When he's seen her start to catchin' Under the wooin' of the breeze That he made by fannin’ with his hat— Out there beneath the trees; He can lay, and sort o' dreamy, See the world like it was meant— He can smile and cuddle up Before that fire and be content.
Cut thirty-four straight, supple poles about 14 or 15 feet long and 1 inch in diameter, tapering to ⅜ inch at the ends, also six similar poles 4 feet long, tapering from a full ⅜ inch to a bare ½ inch. Lash the latter in pairs, butt to butt, overlapping 18 inches.
THESE city cops they eye me; These city fellers guy me; These city pavements fry me; I jest feel out o' place! This rush an' bustle frets me; This racin', chasin' sweats me; This roar an' jostle gets me; I’m cramped in this dern space! These here sky-scrapers scare me; These city sharpers snare me; My greenness doesn’t spare me; I’m game fer ev’ry guy!
It was just breaking day on the morning of May 27, 1910, and not a ripple marred the calm surface of Lavaca Bay. The big gasolene cruiser Monarch lay with a slack mooring cable, resting on the calm water of the bay like some gigantic white gull, while to the shoreward, at anchor, and at their wharves, rested a fleet of fish and oyster boats and smaller pleasure craft of every description.
Among yon towering peaks like sentinels arrayed, Earth’s fairest spot courts skies of azure blue; Sequestered nook and sun-kissed flowering glade, Far from the hurrying crowd. The city’s hue And clamor dulls. Oh, would I were again Where sparkling brooks, and rills and trails I know Wind down the mountain side—it seems in vain To seek the tempestuous river far below!
For us who are near to the country, the changes in nature at this time of the year afford constant delight to the senses. If our hearts are properly at-tuned we feel refreshed ourselves each time the earth takes a bath in a spring rain. Each bird chirp is a special message.
It didn't look much like a camping trip for the old man last summer. The wife and kidlings got a longing for the sad, sea waves during the winter and hiked themselves off to the sea shore; mountain trips were too strenuous for them, they thought.
Millions of acres of ranch lands stretch along the Rio Grande for 500 miles and reach into the interior of Texas for 200 to 300 miles. This vast scope of territory is a primitive wilderness of mesquite, prickly pear and a variety of other thorny shrubs and plants that are peculiarly adapted to the burning heat of summer and the semi-arid soil of the border.
It was not a noise that awoke you. Your eyes just came open. The air is chill and damp; silence reigns. The stillness is so solemn you can feel it. Your eyes blink. Your nerves quiver with expectancy. Something must be going to happen. Such silence is not normal.
Gnat clouds are rising from the drowsy lea And sweet upon the air the notes of even fall In soft pulsations whilst the soothing call Of the enchanted whip-poor-will is wild and free; The dusk is heavy and the leaves upon the tree Stir like a lady's bosom in the sleepy thrall.
My friend McGuire has offered me a couple of pages monthly in Outdoor Life all to myself, and asked me if I thought I could make them interesting. He said I could write what I pleased, but that if I got him in jail he would not like it. My answer was like that of the Irishman, when some one asked, him if he could play the flute: “I don’t know, sor, I niver tried."
Some time ago F. . Stewart, Nevada, asked for information through the columns of Outdoor Life in regard to the proper dog to use in still hunting deer. Though Mr. Stewart referred to still hunting and never mentioned the word hound, the editor of Outdoor Life headed the query "The Running of Deer With Hounds" and read Mr. Stewart a short dis course upon the enormity of the offense.
Some Correspondence Regarding a Mountain-Lion Attack
Editor Outdoor Life
I noticed an article in the February issue of Outdoor Life about the cry of the mountain lion. Have had fifty or more years' experience in mountain life, and think I know something about the cougar, or mountain-lion. My first expe rience with them was one moonlight night when I was awakened by their "howling."
There is no greater sport than following a well-trained pack of hounds after the elusive bob-cat. The work that a mountain lion will give the dogs to do is as nothing compared to the chase that sometimes an old tom-cat will lead even the best pack of dogs.
The accompanying photograph was taken of the kill after a rabbit drive at Cheney, Kan., on January 19, 1912. The hunting lasted six hours on that date, during which time 1,714 "jacks" succumbed to the onslaught. Another report comes to us from Ogden, Utah, of an even more extensive hunt than the above, during the month of January, when 3,700 bunnies were killed.
I have been reading with much interest the articles in Outdoor Life regarding the running of predatory animals with dogs, and as you invite an argument from all sportsmen, I wish to be allowed to say a few words. I understand the word predatory to mean pillaging, and I suppose you would class such animals as the fox, bob-cat, 'coon, coyote, bear, lion and cougar as predatory animals.
Many people living in the West are familiar with the methods employed by some ranchers in ridding their territory of coyotes, wolves and other predatory animals; that of coursing them with hounds. One of the types of hound used for this purpose is the tall, shaggy wolf-hound, which originated in Russia.
A Hunter Writes of Elk Conditions in Yellowstone National Park
Editor Outdoor Life
I see a great deal in Outdoor Life lately about the killing of elk near Gardiner, Mont. I had the pleasure of meeting Dr. W. B. Shore last summer, and can indorse everything he has written from my own personal observation. For the last two summers I have been an employé of the United States Fish Commission in Yellowstone National Park.
The White River has its source in glaciers in American territory forty miles west of the international boundary line in about latitude 62. It is about two hundred miles long; after reaching Canadian territory it flows northerly for 160 miles, emptying into the Yukon River eighty miles above Dawson.
We have published a great deal during the past few years concerning small and embryo bear cubs, and believe there is no natural history subject that is so interesting as anything relating to the happenings of the male and especially the female bear while they are holed up taking their winter sleep.
I am sending you a couple of views of an even dozen geese two of us got the other evening. I succeeded in getting my limit in ten minutes (ten geese)—not so bad, was it? It was my friend’s first goose hunt and a mighty tickled boy was he, too. Nebraska.
I have been a reader of Outdoor Life for two years, and enjoy it more than any literature I read. I send you enclosed a photo of a freak black-tail deer antler killed by my father, G. W. Howard, on Buck Peak, Benton County, Ore., in 1890. The oddity of these antlers is that each side is almost identical with the other.
J. M. Hoskins, one of our subscribers at Surry, Calif., says that if any of our readers in that section want good duck shooting they should go to Owens Lake, in the Mojave Desert. "The deer last fall were so plentiful that it really was no sport at all to hunt them," writes R. C. Capp of Kalispell, Mont.
Lieutenant Townsend Whelen has complained in a recent issue of "Arms and The Man" that he was "barred out" of the columns of Outdoor Life and both he and Mr. Crossman have stated that all correspondents favoring a bolt action rifle have been "barred out" from your columns.
For several years a discussion as to types of rifle actions has sporadically appeared in the various sporting magazines. This discussion is variously known as the boltlever scrap, the bolt action argument, the lever action fight and "thatdamnuisance!" It has been mixed up more or less with the relative excellence of the foreign type of bolt rifle and the American type of lever rifle, and thus has been dragged in hot arguments as to the relative excellence of all foreign and American arms.
I have been much interested in the "Bolt vs. Lever" controversy, not that I was undecided as to which I preferred, but such discussions bring forth prominently the merits and demerits of different types and makes of arms, with a resulting tendency towards a higher state of development in the art, and also affording the average sportsman—unable to put the different types through the acid test of service, or who has not the time or inclination to ferret it out himself—the benefit of tests and the experience of many riflemen and sportsmen under widely varying conditions.
Defining the Line Between Military and Hunting Rifles
F. M. Bivin
In reading over the various opinions of gentlemen on the relative merits of the bolt and lever action, it has occurred to me that many who write in regard to the bolt and lever actions have a great deal of catalogue information and are short on experience.
I am not concerned in the dispute between Mr. Charles Newton and Lieut. Townsend Whelen, except indirectly as one of those preferring the bolt action rifle. I am concerned in deliberate attempts to mislead the public, and hereby characterize as such Mr. Newton's statement to the effect that the .35 W. C. F. cartridge gives a breech pressure of 50,000 pounds to the square inch, and that the .405 gives the same pressure.
Before it was announced that the bolt-lever controversy would be reopened with the April number, I had fully decided not to be a participant in the discussion. There were several reasons for my arriving at this decision. None of them need be mentioned here.
Having noted the discussion in Outdoor Life and other publications concerning the relative speed of the bolt and lever action rifles, I thought possibly it would be no sin to let the readers of Outdoor Life know what I thought of the proposition.
Believes Much Good Will Result From the Bolt-Lever Discussion
Editor Outdoor Life
After reading the April number it seems hardly necessary to take up much of your space by dipping into the bolt-lever discussion. Mr. Crossman made his bluff in Arms and the Man and had it "called" in good shape. Let us see who cuts bait now. As for going into the old matter of strength, I may take some interest in that when they show me a few lever action rifles which have given way.
The Good Points of Both Lever and Bolt as Seen by an Unbiased Sportsman
Editor Outdoor Life
It seems to me that any fair-minded lever action advocate ought to be willing to admit that for firing from a prone position (as required in all armies) and for its ability to withstand extremely hard usage, the bolt action rifle is superior to the lever.
Now that discussion of the Bolt vs. Lever is again permissible in your pages, I seek this opportunity to obtain some information if possible. First, let me state that I am strong for the lever action, that for many years I have perceived a bit of a halo around the '86 Winchester, and can see the many good qualities of the '95 model in spite of the adverse criticisms it has received from some.
A great deal has been, and will continue to be, said and written on this subject. Still, the individual shooter will continue to have his own preference. Both actions will continue to be used until superseded, as they will surely be, by the automatics.
At last we have it. Just as we had begun to despair, after the chill caused by the announcement by Mr. Crossman of Los Angeles that he was barred from the columns of Outdoor Life for two very weighty reasons, both concerning his personal dignity (Arms and the Man for February 8, 1912) and as no apology from the management of that magazine had appeared, the bars seemed to still be up, and we be deprived of the pleasure of reading his views on the rapidity of action of the New Springfield rifle; and we particularly wanted to know what the Ross typewriter would do under the then existing inspiration The writer had predicted that the records submitted by Mr. Haines and himself would be completely demolished when the Ross entered the field (Arms and the Man for November 2, 1911, page 95), but a natural curiousity existed as to how far he would go.
Job remarked some time ago that "All men are liars," so this bolt and lever row must have begun early. And it is about time it stopped, for with the holdup in Tripoli, the exchange of flat-irons in China and the troubles of Mr. Madero, it won’t do to have too much excitement in the world all at one time, and with the election coming on, too.
With this number the Bolt vs. Lever discussion ends, insofar as it concerns articles of a controversial nature on this subject. Many valuable articles were omitted, either by reason of their lateness in arriving or for other causes, including an able treatise by Charles Newton, entitled "Lever vs.
Don't overlook the fact that in order to run club shoots, team races, etc., it is necessary to have on hand at the club house a supply of score sheets made up in pads. These can always be obtained either through some local sporting goods dealer or the Du Pont company will be glad to send a supply free of charge upon application, made either direct to the home office of the company at Wilmington, Del., or personally to one of its representatives.
The Los Angeles Gun Club will hold a tournament on May 10, 11, 12, during the Shriner's conclave in that city, and will offer in prizes and purses a total of $3,500 cash. This fund has now been actually raised and the programs being gotten out. We regret that lack of space precludes a more lengthy mention, but full details may be had by writing the chairman.
On March 21, A. G. Bitterly of Denver on the range of the Denver Indoor Shooting Club, established a world's 100-shot record at 25 yards on the German ring target, making 2,487 out of a possible 2,500 with the .22 rifle. The former record stood at 2484, held by Arthur Huhalek of Brooklyn, N. Y. Dr. F. O. Welker and Dr. O. A. Burgeson witnessed the performance and made affidavit as to the genuineness of the score.
So far as actual fishing is concerned there is the same amount of sport to be had in both fresh water fishing and salt water fishing. The greater variety of species in salt water over fresh water is evened by the greater opportunity there is in fresh water fishing to study the fishes of the ponds and streams than there is in salt water fishing to observe the habits of the salt water tribes.
Names of Fishes.—The New York Press says the catfish is so-called because this fish hides behind a submerged log or stone and pounces upon a passing minnow, as the cat conceals itself and surprises birds and mice. Is this your view? F. VAN CAMPEN. This is by no means a poor notion, but I rather think the species acquired its appellation because of its head having feelers similar in shape and position if not in fiber to the hairy feelers of the feline.
Now that the fishing season has rolled around again on its annual visit to gladden the hearts of the piscatorially inclined, there will be thousands wondering just what they are going to use in the line of baits to bring the black striped fellows to the creel.
I have just returned from a trip into California, and on my way down stopped at Grant’s Pass, Ore. If ever you feel like you want a good fishing trip make that town your headquarters. Anything less than three pounds is thrown back with disgust.
The Brooks Mfg. Co. of Saginaw, Mich., have issued a 72-page catalog telling how by the Brooks system anyone can build their own boats. This boat building by individuals has turned to be quite a fad, since it can be done so easily and simply by the above method.
The friends of John H. Barlow and the army of shooters and sportsmen who have patronized the Ideal Manufacturing Company during the last twenty-six years will be pained to learn of Mr. Barlow's death, which occurred in Venice, Italy, on March 15th.
We have just been checking up advertising results and we are pleased to report that the results from our continuous ads. in Outdoor Life were very profitable during the past year. They show a remarkable gain, which tells us absolutely that your circulation has increased, and a healthy increase at that; therefore, from a business standpoint your publication is a good advertising medium and from a personal standpoint, we do not mind saying that Outdoor Life is a mighty good concern to do business with.