A HERD OF BUFFALO PHOTOGRAPHED IN COLORADO WHILE CHANGING HOMES.
Duck shooting! Yes, that suggestive, heart thrilling phrase that puts all the “pep” of past trips into your bones, in spite of the many times you have been chilled to the marrow and soaked to the skin. Can there be any sport more enjoyable than to tramp over the old marsh or pole through the myriad waterways between the tall, clumped rushes of the early fall shooting grounds?
We are scudding for shelter back to the little open bight in the coast that for three days has afforded us indifferent shelter from the gale raging over Bering Sea. This is the second time in fifteen hours that the "Old Man" has gone out beyond Cape Mordvinoff to take a look at the weather, and it is the second time that the howling tempest and the crashing Roman-nosed breakers have sent us scuttling back to our safe but exceedingly uncomfortable anchorage.
O God, give us grace to shape our lives from humble beginnings, but never to be content to remain subservient to circumstances. Imbue us with a yearning for the ordinary, the seemingly plain, that alone bespeaks open truth. Let us urge our ambitions, but keep our feet firmly upon the ground, recognizing the noblest ideals and making of them laws of practical living.
For several years it has been the custom of The Mountaineers—Washington's Alpine Club—to hold a short midwinter outing at New Years, in the mountains somewhere along the line of one of the railroads. The outing this year was a more ambitious one, and was very successfully planned and executed by the Tacoma auxiliary of the club, and was participated in by members of the Seattle and Everett clubs.
Let a man once make a trip to the deep woods and live there removed from the conventionalities and restraints of the town for a period of two weeks and he is forever changed. The dormant instinct—the spirit of his savage ancestors—revives itself in full force; and each year, as surely as the instinct of migration sends the birds North and South, so surely does the impulse overwhelm him to get away again to canoe and portage; to where the trout lie in the dark, still waters, or in the swirling rapids; or to where dwells the kingly moose.
I have read with a great deal of interest the stories published from time to time in Outdoor Life relating the adventures of hunters of the grizzly in the Rocky Mountain regions of the states and in the Alaskan wilds, and have sometimes been amused at the efforts of some hunters, presumably amateurs, to impress upon readers inexperienced in that line of sport the great ferocity of that monarch of the forest and the great danger attending hunting for it.
Swimming has always been known as the greatest athletic sport for the symmetrical physical development of the body and there is no athletic sport which will afford so much pleasure to the aspirant for honors in competition. Distance swimming in America is fast gaining favor because of the benefits derived.
An enquiring Yankee, a Mr. B. F. that I met at the Sports club, having a taste for something a little more lively to shoot at than feathers, which is rarely to be found in the U. S. A., asked me the question, "What makes Bengal tigers so savage?" To this my reply was that hunting tigers on foot in an Indian jungle is not to be compared with killing bugs in a bed room with a slipper.
Now that the Christmas time is near, The Christmas rhymer will appear, And treat us to those same old rhymes That we have heard a thousand times. He'll start in with a chime of bells, And they, of course, will rhyme with swells; Then stars will shine upon the snow, Whether there be a flake or no— The Christmas rhymer takes his chances On mere detail—but it enhances The Christmas time of year, and so He’s awful keen on frost and snow, With sleigh-bells jingling in the breeze, And spicy, icy Christmas trees Cut down from snowy mountain-side— How fine that rhymes with Christmas tide— And so our rhymer trots out sleighs To rhyme with Christmas holidays; For if we don’t have frosty air ’Twont seem like Christmas anywhere.
Having dodged our share of the dish-washing under the pretense of greasing the wagon, you and I will now load our pipes and take a rest. It would be a shame to waste on mere dishwashing the scientific gray matter necessary to lubricate a wagon wheel, for be it known that the wheel is one of the most wonderful, because of the least understood, things known to man.
I note that there is much discussion in our sportsmen's magazines as to whether the act of killing—or murdering—a called bull moose can be regarded as a creditable feat for the true redblooded sportsman. Personally, I think not, but happily we are not all built alike.
At the monthly meeting of the Society for the Protection of Animals of Paris, held on September 18, 1913, Mons. A. F. Dupont read to the society letters received by him from Mr. William T. Hornaday, director of the New York Zoological Park. The society listened to the statement made by Mr. Dupont of the energetic campaign prosecuted in the United States throughout the past six months, which ended on September 3 in a complete victory for the protective societies, wherein those societies obtained from the American Senate the prohibition of the importation of wild birds’ plumage, and the abolition of the traffic in feathers and skins of slaughtered wild birds in the United States.
Believing that even as early as winter time an army of outdoor followers begin to plan on how they are to spend their summer vacations, I take the liberty of sending you herewith a photograph of a very novel and ingenious camp wagon designed by Mr. D. B. Wilmans, a California recreationist, and used by himself and wife on many hundreds of miles of rural road.
I started out with the intention of making this a delicious rhapsody, but on second thought, calling to attention our dear editor's makeup, I refrain from silvering this with fond and floss-like emotions. We have heard now about the great big moose hunters up there in New Brunswick; we have heard of hunting the Kadiac bear; we have heard of hunting the elk in Wyoming and the mountain sheep in Lower California; we have followed breath-lessly the zig-zag journeys of the grizzy hunter in British Columbia, and we have slept with our hands under our pillows at night; we have fished for tarpon, and for tuna, and we have even gone over to Siberia, and are thinking of reading next about Africa and its game supply and a thousand other things connected with it.
I noted the remarks in Outdoor Life relative to a man’s ability in walking down a deer. Yes, a man can walk down a deer in one day, at least I have done so many times. You start a deer in good tracking snow and shoot at him every time you get sight of him or near him, and keep that up a good part of the day and you can take him by the ear before night.
The Proposed Law Covering the Safety of Sportsmen When in the Hills
We have received a letter from one of our readers asking us why a sportsman should be asked to make affidavit to his good intention of being careful in the hills with firearms, as per the provisions of the sportsmen’s safety bill proposed by Coleman Randolph and others.
My hunting partner (Z. D. Gilkey) and I left our home in Winfield, Kas., on August 31, 1913, for Ashton, Idaho, where on September 2 we met our guide, Chas. M. Neil. From Ashton we journeyed to Neil's ranch, seventy-five miles eastward, in Wyoming, situated ten miles east of the dam on Jackson’s lake, arriving there September 6.
Regulations providing for the protection of all migratory birds in the United States by the federal government, drafted by the U. S. Department of Agriculture under authority of the Weeks-McLean migratory bird law, are now the law of the land, having received the approval of President Woodrow Wilson.
Some time ago an article of mine was published in one of the Eastern sportsmen’s magazines, which resulted in my receiving a circular from a body of men in Pennsylvania calling themselves the "Anti Hunters' License League," asking donations in support of a movement to stop resident hunting licenses and to repeal the buck law in that state.
Judging from the first reports that are now beginning to come from the game fields covering the fall hunting season just closed, we believe the number of accidents this year will fall short of those of preceding years. With the placing in effect in our several states of the proposed sportsmen’s safety bill these accidents would be even more greatly minimized, and we hope that the various sportsmen’s organizations will take up this idea and incorporate it in all bills presented to future state legislative assemblies.
Writes C. A. Evans of Sheridan, Wyo.: “Our law-makers did a good thing last winter in cutting down the limit from two deer, either sex, to one deer with horns. This will, I believe, do a great deal to increase the number of deer remaining on the hunting ranges at the present time, and is something that I have been trying to get through the Legislature for several years.
Skunks and civet cats are the easiest of all small fur-bearers to take in steel traps. Their animal instinct is not well developed, and they may be caught in sets wnich are not even concealed. These two fur-bearers have similar habits. Most frequently they are found in hilly country, especially if rough and stony.
For some time it has been very evident that the small, but none the less dangerous injection of professionalism and its coincident commercialism into the sport of tournament casting, more particularly, so far as national meets are concerned, would inevitably lead to drastic measures on the part of the great number of strictly amateur casters who stand solidly for the maintenance of a strictly amateur standard in this beautiful sport and the elimination of everything in the nature of commercialism from the sport, to establish the sport beyond question on a strong basis of true amateurism which can best be defined as sport for love of the sport only.
Mr. Chauncey Thomas of New York desires information from an old "sourdough" pertaining to the use of tobacco in Alaska. Why from an old one? If Mr. Thomas should be willing to disregard the special age qualifications and accept my information, I can most respectfully state that Mr. Thomas is right when he quotes that smoking and chewing have proven to be impractical in Alaska.
During the past few years considerable has been written on the above subject and many experiments have been conducted in different parts of the country, the results of which indicate that the breeding and rearing of fur-bearing animals in captivity is entirely practicable.
The longest patrol on record was recently accomplished when 649 officers and men composing the Royal Northwest Mounted Police got off a train at Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada (a prairie city about one hundred miles north of the border), after having completed a patrol of 3,347 miles through the wildest regions of the Far North.
TRAINING, HANDLING, CORRECTING FAULTS AND CARE OF THE BIRD DOG.
ED. F. HABERLEIN
Y. O. I., Hamilton, Ohio.—My Gordon setter bitch whelped thirteen nice puppies and I should like to raise them all but fear the milk supply will be scant for so many and there are not teats enough to go round at one time so that the smaller whelps are crowded out.
Last year while doing some experimental work the writer, being in communication with several manufacturers, chanced to mention his desire to procure a simple, reliable automatic pistol for use especially at the range. Hang and balance to be as nearly like the fine revolvers as possible in automatic design.
The S. & W..22 Heavy-Frame Revolver and 10-Inch Game Getter
Ashley A. Haines
A request has been received from a subscriber for a thorough write-up of the .22 Heavy-Frame Smith & Wesson target revolver, which is also often spoken of as the Bekeart Model. Particularly anxious is this writer that I give him an opinion as to how the little gun handles when used single action only.
(The following interesting matter by ".22 Long Rifle" should have been published in the October number, had it not by mistake been mislaid, necessitating its being used at this late date. Most of our readers, however, will clearly remember the articles briefly reviewed by ".22 Long Rifle," and appreciate his remarks fully as much as though printed in an earlier number, though we regret their not having been handed to them at an earlier date.—Editor.) “Some Remarks on Pocket Arms.”—By Horace Kephart.—The writer met Mr. Kephart in person some fourteen years ago, at Fern Glen, Missouri, and learned more from him in an hour’s talk than could have been learned in a week’s reading from some writers on the subjects he deals in.
If Mr. Morrissey wants that revolver of his worked out in steel frame instead of wood, he might communicate with Mr. John Greatorex, 1718 First St., Baker, Oregon. This man is one of the finest artisans in steel I have ever known. The mountings he is at present making for a telescope on a .25-20 Marlin are simply perfect in workmanship.
Why Was the Manufacture of the Remington-Lee Discontinued
Editor Outdoor Life
I would like to ask through Outdoor Life why the Remington-Arms Company discontinued the manufacture of the excellent Remington-Lee .30-30 sporting rifle? I am of the opinion that this was, and is, one of the finest high power sporting rifles that has ever been made in this country.
Enclosed find photograph of an old rifle. The writer of this won the rifle by drawing No. 29 (29 cents). A circular or wheel target, revolving, was shot at with rifle. Ball struck No. 29. Its age and history I know nothing of at time. A short time after having it in my possesion a man came to me and introduced himself as J. C. Edwards.
There is a good deal of talk and quite a little has been written about the evil results of cleaning a rifle from the muzzle, the damage being attributed to the chafing of the cleaning rod. The subject has been carefully analyzed and the question discussed as to whether the smooth steel rod wiped clean was as bad as the wooden rod with its surface—imbedded grit, etc.
(The following extract from an article published in "Arms and the Man," July 31, written by Lieut. Townsend Whelen, can very appropriately be used following the above article by Mr. Miller, as the subject considered has always been one of more than ordinary interest to riflemen.-Editor).
The article by "Antipop" in the October issue, apparently evoked by the writer's answering some questions which he had asked in the previous issue, bears all the indications of an invitation to a "scrap," but inasmuch as it contains one statement from which false inferences might be drawn, we give it attention.
It is hard for the good old grandad to believe that our rifles of today are in it with the old Long Tom cap-and-ball squirrel gun of his boyhood days. “She shot just 130 to the pound and easy to the touch; why, you could blow her head off," etc. You have all heard these same remarks, and we must concede that some mighty good scores were marked up on the head of a G. D. cap box up to fifty and sixty yards, and strictly off-hand.
I have read with a great deal of interest various articles on the automatic short-gun, one especially that appealed to me by "Amateur," in the September number, and I, like him, am also an amateur, but have owned and shot nearly all the automatic short-guns on the market today.
For Mr. J. B. Hill will say that I have used a .32 Winchester special, model 1894, for the past three years and am well pleased with it with one exception. As he says, it destroys considerable meat by the bullets going to pieces on striking bones.
Concerning Various Revolvers. Cleaning Rifles from Muzzle
Mr. Haines, reviewing the history of the “Haines Model" in the last issue, brings vividly to mind what a great many of us desired a few years ago. I, for one, have decided to get one as soon as placed on the hand the process is slow, and to make decent wages he must charge $50 for them.
Advocates Rifles of Moderate Power for Deer Shooting
Editor Outdoor Life
I, too, am a gun crank, and enjoy reading about the varied experiments of your writers in regard to firearms. My brother and myself have been engaged in the stock business for thirty years and as our range is situated in a game country, we have hunted more or less during that time.
Gilbert Paine, Byers, Colorado.—According to the Remington U. M. C. Company, the 7 mm. Mauser has a muzzle velocity of 2,300 foot seconds and 2,056 pounds energy. The height of trajectory when shooting at 500 yards is 40.85 inches. The accurate range 800-1000 yards.
HOUGH many articles have been written and much has been said recently about the Internal Bath, the fact remains that a great amount of ignorance and misunderstanding of this new system of Physical Hygiene still exists. And inasmuch as it seems that Internal Bathing is even more essential to perfect health than External Bathing, I believe that everyone should know its origin, its purpose and its action beyond the possibility of a misunderstanding.
will mark the beginning of our seventeenth year as a sportsman's magazine. It will be brim full of the good things that a hunter likes to read about at the warm hearth when hunting has gone a-hibernating and the chilly blasts have engaged us in their grip.
"Hunting in the Upper Yukon," by Thomas Martindale; 320 pages; illustrated; $2.00 net; Geo. W. Jacobs & Co., Philadelphia. This story of a hunting trip through the untraveled regions of the Yukon country gives accounts of the wonders of that mountain world, of the stalking of big game, and of the brave, hardy people who live there, waging constant war with the forces of nature.