Bill Nye said of Marc Antony that "he owed much of his success to his judgment in selecting his parents," and I can attribute my recent success in elk-hunting to the same kind of judgment, both as to my selection of guide and country. The guide was S. N. Leek of Jackson, and the country, “Jackson’s Hole,” Wyoming, surely the best elk country in the whole world—a true ‘£ elk-land.
It's fish for breakfast, fish for dinner, fish for supper, too— How fishy I am feeling while singing this to you; The sun is just a-smiling on these fishy lakes and streams And I am smiling, too—'cause I'm fishing in my dreams! It's just the same at morning, it's just the same at noon— I'm wondering if they're fishing in the silver moon; For at night I see the splendors reaching down from high— It seems somehow that fishes are swimming in the sky.
Our annual big-game hunt this year (1913) in the wilds of New Brunswick, was unusually successful and filled with many interesting and exciting experiences. The party consisted of Dr. A. R. Kieffer, Dr. Harry Cummings and his son James, Mr. Con Cummings and the writer, all of St.
Many years ago, during a shooting tournament at the old Watson Shooting Park, near Chicago, a very prominent trap shot nearly lost the sight of his right eye from a punctured primer. From this accident came the advent of experimental shooting glasses, first as eye protectors, and second, to correct errors in refraction, making it possible for the brother with defective vision to make remarkably good scores.
Home, down the dim and lonely trail With mountain fastnesses piled high, And spectr'd dead trees, slim and pale, And town lights white against the sky. A mystery the breathing air, Inscrutable the cliff's black face; But, oh, the dark'ning blue is fair— And every star is in its place!
Where my companion stood he could look deep into the clear water of Bear Creek. The sun was just breaking through the chinks in the forest of fir, and long shadows fell in lines across the stream. These shadows were motionless. For ages these same lights have played upon the stream at the glory of the sunrise.
On the morning of September 28, 1913, I met Albert I, Prince of Monaco, with his aide de campe, artist and physician, together with Col. William Cody and Mr. A. A. Anderson, at Cody, Wyo., where the party had been spending several days enjoying the race meet and bucking contests, which are annual features of the little frontier town.
Being one trout fisher's appreciation of the gamest fish that swims
Where Chinook Salmon Weighing 30 to 60 Pounds Are Caught
O. W. SMITH
By profession and preference I am a fisher of trout and a lover of light tackle, because of which some people seem to think that I know little of bass fishing and tackle ; but the fact of the matter is, that for every nickel I have spent on trout paraphernalia I have spent a dollar on my bass outfit.
I long for the outdoor life again, To pitch my tent where I list again, By rippling lake, or in shady glen. To paddle all day in my good canoe, And lie by the fire when my work is through Smoking my pipe, and dreaming my dreams, At peace, where everything peaceful seems; Till the fire has burned itself quite out, Then, with a lingering look about, Turn in for a night of dreamless sleep, With only the stars a watch to keep.
We had just made our beef roundup and had seen our cattle loaded on the cars and started for their last long trail, from Red Lodge to Chicago, when the call of the hunting trail became loud within me. We rode on back to the ranch, and on my way stopped at Tim George's road ranch, where we got our mail, and there I received a letter from my friend, Walter C. Janney, who was ranching it with Milo Burke at Ten Sleep, Wyo.
To certain cheese-minded folks everything must be old before it is good. Even if it is rotten, it must be good because it is old. They soulfully quote the good old times, pay thousands of dollars per square inch for cracked and faded pictures—quite good in their time—that they with rolling eyeballs call masterpieces—and often buy fakes without knowing it.
In most states May marks the real beginning of fly fishing, even though the season may have been open for fifteen or thirty days. As I have often said, I much doubt the stories one sometimes reads of large catches being made upon flies before there are any insects stirring.
ible theory. However, I have proved to my own satisfaction that trout will take both artificial flies and bait during such atmospheric disturbances. I have caught trout on flies again and again when the fierce thunder and lightning all but drove me from the stream, though the fish never seemed disturbed in the least. They continued to rise so long as the water remained clear. Some summers ago I was spending a week with the trout of a small creek, and one THE BEST TIME OF DAY
Ever since Noah looked out of the ark each morning and asked, "Is it still raining?" weather has been the paramount subject of discussion. In city or country, by radiator or campfire, it is always our first and last resort in conversation. To the angler no topic is of greater importance than this hackneyed one of weather, for upon it he thinks hinges the fortunes of his day a-stream.
No two men will agree as to the proper length of a rod unless fishing under the same conditions and for the same fish. The short rod, five feet or less, was the result of fishing conditions in the Middle West. Naturally, in the East the extremely short rod is not altogether in favor.
Where's the Game Warden?—"No dyestuffs, coal tar, refuse from a gas house, cheese factory, creamery, condensery or canning factory; sawdust, shavings, tanbark, lime or other deleterious or poisonous substance shall be thrown or allowed to run into any waters, either private or public, in quantities injurious to fish life inhabiting the same, or injurious to the propagation of fish therein."—Sec.
Editor Angling Department:—I spent four months this winter fishing off the California coast; caught many tuna and other fish. During the many fishing trips I had many queer happenings that have taught me never to doubt a fishing story hereafter.
In your issue for March you published an article upholding ice fishing, and hold it as sport. I shall have to take issue with the writer on this class of fishing. I fail to see where any true sportsman can find sport in a proposition where the game has no show whatever for its life.
Our steelhead angling season opened for Pacific Coast stream fishing April 1. Conditions this year, at the present time, were never more favorable in years for splendid fly-fishing—plenty of water and plenty of fish. The streams, unless a freshet should come, will be clear as crystal.
A. H. J., Clarksville, Ga.—I have just bought a setter bitch and would like your opinion concerning her. I have trouble in getting her to come to me after shooting into a covey. I do not think her hearing is injured, but she seems to be so intent on trying to find the singles that she does not obey when I call her.
There is a peculiar charm emanating from the environs of big-game hunting not apparent in wild-fowl shooting—nor in the exhilarating recreation, upland shooting over pointers and setters. This peculiar fascination is greatly augmented and made continuous through the medium of trophies of the hunt.
The soft, enticing breeze of April's blowin', And down along the creek the clover's growin'; The robin all the joy of spring is throwin' Into his song. Soft indolence has late been round me lurkin', And makes me feel like every duty shirkin', And want to quit this daily grind o' workin', An' lay aroun'.
Early one August morning I noticed some fresh bear tracks near my camp on a small tributary to the lake. I mounted my cayuse and followed the tracks toward the Saw Tooth Range, which rises precipitously from the western shores of the lake. For hours I alternately rode and led my pony through some of the roughest country I have ever seen; up, always up, until I finally reached the timber line, where the going was easier.
This is one of the mysteries that puzzles me, the same as the ordinary nonprofessional. Dying of "heart failure" is one of the lethal impossibilities, providing that the heart is normal, as it would be in a healthy animal or bird. The dynamo that runs the heart is in the base of the brain, and to stop the heart you must first stop the dynamo that runs it.
Referring to article on page 273, March issue, "Does the Spread of a Bear Track Indicate the Size of the Bear?" In 1887 there was a bear on the West Gallatin River in Montana that had a track so large that I have never dared to tell how big it was, for fear of the "calling down" I would be sure to get, and I will not now, but I will say that it was more than twice as large as any track I have ever seen.
Can hounds catch a full-grown coyote, running entirely by scent. I am a subscriber to your magazine, and an answer in your next issue would greatly oblige. J. L. METCALF. Washington. Answer.—It is comparatively easy for greyhounds running by sight to catch coyotes.
Referring to the article by Frederick Schrader, Jr., in your March number: If Mr. Schrader will take a pack outfit into a region where porcupine are plentiful, and hang up or leave on the ground his saddles or any other leather, I will wager that he will kill all the porkies he sees after that.
I wish to ask you how to trap wild ducks and geese. I have a big lake and it is full most of the time. I have some small islands in the pond, and the ducks cover them each day for a sunbath. I want to trap some of them and keep them in my lake all the time, by cutting one wing.
The Ontario man seems to think that deer can not be dropped in their tracks by a shot through the lights. I have been hunting and killing deer for more than thirty years, and upon one occasion I dropped a four-spike buck at a distance of about 140 yards with a shot through the lights with a .38-55 Marlin, single-shot (Ballard's patent), and another one with a well-directed shot directly in the end of the nose with a .44 Winchester.
A Certain Odorless Way of Killing Skunks Pronounced a Delusion
Editor Outdoor Life
Some time ago I read in your valuable magazine an article on trapping and the odorless way to kill skunks, which was this: Shoot the skunk through the neck, breaking the vertebra near the base of the skull, which so paralyzed the animal that it would not throw out any scent.
Willard H. Wright, a big-game hunter, who arrived in Edmonton, Alberta, this spring, from a visit to the Dominion parks in Alberta, reports there are 1,559 buffalo in the three reservations in that province. Wainwright has 1,447; also sixty mule deer, forty-five elk and four antelopes.
"Do your folks take the —————————— Magazine?" asks the solicitor who represents a periodical celebrated for the sort of stories it features. "Do we!" repeats the boy addressed. "We take four—one that father hides from mother and sister, one that mother hides from sister and father, one that sister hides from father and mother, and one copy that none of 'em know that I have in my room."—-Life.
The Big-Game Rifle———Range Dope and Wilderness Experience
Next to accuracy, the most important feature in a big-game cartridge is its killing power. For data on this we must turn entirely to experiences in game. Rifle-range experience will avail us nothing here, nor will science, unless we can compare a cartridge with another of known effect on game.
The article in your December issue signed ".22 L. R." calls upon the writer to "tell about a rebuilt Springfield made in St. Louis and sent to him last winter for examination." He will do so with pleasure. In the spring of 1912 the writer published an article describing some of his special cartridges, among those described being a .25 caliber, made by necking down the Springfield shell and using the 117-grain bullet, and obtaining at that time a velocity of over 3,000 feet per second, and which has since been sent up to 3,100 ft.
New American Arms—The 16-Gauge Marlin Hammerless and .25 Rim-Fire Rifle
Ashley A. Haines
Ever since it was rumored that the Marlin people were contemplating the manufacture of a repeating rifle to handle the popular and inexpensive .25 rim-fire cartridge, I, like many another who has always admired this cartridge, have been unusually interested, but until recently have had no opportunity of handling or shooting one of these little arms.
Is your gun a good killer? What gun would you advise me to buy? Is the .30-30, is the .32-40, etc., a good gun for killing deer? How often each year are these questions asked, and how very little do the informers often know about their information!
Being considerably interested in the performances of automatic pistols, I have followed the articles published in your Arms and Ammunition section with interest. I note some discrepancies in the figures given recently for the velocity at muzzle of the .30 caliber Luger, so, thinking that others than myself might like to have some further information on the subject, will tabulate the figures referred to, comment upon and ask questions about them in the hope that some of your readers may be able to straighten out the tangle.
Probably no finer or more remarkable pictures have ever been taken of a gun in action than are reproduced with this article. This is especially true of the first picture— No. 1. It shows a bullet just coming from the muzzle of the gun at the rate of about 1,400 feet per second.
In an article appearing in Field and Stream for November Lieut. Townsend Whelen says: "There is enough contradictory stuff printed each .month to so confuse the would-be seeker after truth that he is liable to arrive at that state where 'he scarce doth know his left forefinger from his right big toe.'
Albert G. Rowe, Grass Valley, Cal.—Can you tell me who makes a special .25-caliber rifle giving a muzzle velocity of 3,015 ft. sec. and an energy of 2,375 ft. lbs., shooting a bullet weighing 117 grains? Answer by Mr. Charles Newton.—There is no firm manufacturing the above-mentioned rifle.
The Birmingham Small Arms Co. of Birmingham, England (U. S. representative, Henry Smail, 82 Duane St., New York), are sending out very comprehensive folders describing their air rifles and sights, which have attained great efficiency for accuracy and durability.
Statement of the ownership, management, etc., of Outdoor Life, published monthly at Denver, Colorado, required by the Act of August 24, 1912: Editor, J. A. McGuire, Denver, Colorado; managing editor, J. A. McGuire, Denver, Colorado; business manager, M. E. McCumber, Denver, Colorado; publisher, J. A. McGuire, Denver, Colorado.