Only a few years ago the sport of grouse-shooting and the pursuit of the elusive pterodactyl were about on a par considered from the viewpoint of results. But now the grouse has come back. Which is very much as it should be. Had the grouse stayed away, some of us there are who would have missed him very much—almost as much as we did when he was with us.
“Looks like a coyote,” said a trapper to himself one bright spring morning as his eyes rested on a litter of small bones which by its freshness told only too plainly of a recent kill. “Judging from that work, there must be a den close. I wish there was a little more moisture in the ground to make tracking easier,” he continued, as he circled his find several times without discovering a footprint.
In February, 1884, Al Dalton and I had out a line of traps on Bull River and some of its tributaries in North-western Montana. We had one main camp from which we could work. We started out one morning together to put out a new line over the main divide down into a country new to us.
I can find no true expression, In the texts of my possession, That will tell you of the land that is the best; Of the land that’s dipped in sunshine, Where there’s cactus, sage and lupine, Of that sun-kissed, golden empire called the ,West. Where the sun each night in glee, Sets on fire the whole blue sea, Ah! My heart calls for its beauty and its rest; Take me back once more to dwell, In that land I love so well, To that sun-kissed, golden empire called the West.
We might have some difficulty if we were to try to prove that venomous snakes hold an important place in nature, so we will allow any one that chooses to put them in the accident class. But one thing to be said in their favor is that they make large animals careful about where they step, and in that way prevent the heedless trampling of vegetation, birds’ nests, young birds, reptiles and small animals.
And now abideth these three—hand line, cane pole and short rod: and the greatest of these is the short rod. I was born a fisherman and Nature lover. When a mere lad, bullheads and white bass would insist upon fastening themselves upon my hook whether or not they had anything to do with other bait and lures in the immediate neighborhood.
For the past ten years I have been reading nearly all the sporting magazines and have been much interested in the stories of turkey hunting. Altho not much has been written about that grand game bird, the gobbler, what I have read in the various articles, written no doubt by men of experience in that line of sport, does not, in many respects, agree with my own experience.
The charm of the mountains is definite, clean-cut immense and yet bounded clear white out of evergreen. They shoulder a sheer ten thousand feet into the cold blue of the north, cupping humanity around with a sense of its own littleness. But for numbing, smashing enunciation of man’s frailty, the flowerlike crushableness of his life, the insect-size of him, erect under the start—give me the prairie.
As can be seen from the number, these Campfire Talks have appeared each month for nearly four years. And during that time I have received dozens of letters asking me about writing. Well, 'tis a big subject, too big to cover in the three thousand or less words of a Campfire Talk.
Letter No. 159.—Chow, Pingow and Osage-Orange as Rod Material.
Letter No. 160.—A Record of Large Fish.
Letter No. 161.—Planting Mountain Trout.
Letter No. 162.—What "Plug" Would You Use?
Letter No. 163.—"Glenflora" Appears in the Role of a Fly-Fisher.
Chapter 23.—The Empty Creel and the Full.
THE EMPTY CREEL.
THE FULL CREEL.
Editor Angling Department:—You doubtless have used the South Bend buck-tail flies and spoons for trout; what do you think of them? Here I have been unable to take trout with any of the artificial lures; that is, to any great extent; if we want fish we are forced to use salmon eggs, a lure and method which does not appeal to me.
At first thought one might well imagine that I had the familiar “game fish” of the back yards in mind, but such is not the case, tho I am not denying that there may be sport and satisfaction in pursuing the disturbers of the midnight silences with proper weapons.
Trout Fishing in the Cascade Mountains of Western Washington
O. C. FRISBEE
On the morning of July 23 my friend, Mr. J. P. Wall, called for me with his big Cadillac and we were away at 5 a. m. The roads were fine, and after a delightful drive of three hours we stopped at McMurray, Wash., where we left the auto and secured the services of a team and light spring wagon, and with Mr. Arnold at the reins were away at 9 o’clock.
When the days git short, An’ the leaves turn brown, An’ the sun goes in an’ stays, An’ you’re out of sorts, An’ fussin’ roun’, An’ sighin’ fer warmer days, Did ye ever think what a blessin’ it be, Fer really now don’t you have an idee We’ll get enough heat in eternity.
With the support which the national agitation in favor of game refuges in our forest reserves is receiving from sportsmen generally, this idea should soon be embodied into a national law. The Boone and Crockett Club, whose Game Preservation Committee in 1912 was instrumental in having this plan incorporated into a measure that was at that time presented to both the upper and lower branches of Congress, must view with satisfaction the interest that is now centered around this plan which originated three years ago in its organization.
Editor Outdoor Life:—Having noted the remarks in regard to the road-runner (Geococcyx Californianus), I will add a little further information. According to the American Ornithologists’ Union checklist of North American birds, their range is from the upper Sacramento Valley, Calif., Colorado, Kansas and western and middle Texas south thru Lower California and the tableland of Mexico to Puebla.
Federal Government Investigates Elk Conditions of Wyoming, Montana and Idaho
A. A. S.
Editor Outdoor Life:—Acting upon the urgent request of sportsmen thruout the country the department of agriculture thru the biological survey and the forest service have instituted an investigation of the elk conditions in the so called Yellowstone and Jackson Hole herds.
Editor Outdoor Life—An account of my turkey hunt on Big Black River last spring may interest your readers, so I enclose it herewith: We left Vicksburg, Miss., at 8:30 a. m., April 5 in a twenty-foot steel outboard motor skiff with other boats in tow, all deeply loaded with our rather extensive outfit.
Editor Outdoor Life—City of Nome Seward Peninsula. Time, the last days of May, any old year. The first steamer from the Great Outside arrived in the roadstead; aboard, all life and bustle. The passengers are eager to get ashore. A chunk of iron is thrown overboard: the vessel swings to her cable, her head to the east, whence she came, and takes a rest.
Editor Outdoor Life:—The near approach of the opening day for shooting geese and ducks is putting us old timers to thinking of some excuse for leaving business behind and hiking for Oakshore Club, near Rockport, on Aransas Bay, where the limit bag is always a certainty for even those who can only hit a bird almost still over the decoys.
THE foundation purpose of OUTDOOR LIFE Magazine is game protection. This can be accomplished in just one way—good game laws and their rigid enforcement. In this great work we have had the encouragement and support of our readers and of the American sportsmen at all times; but even with the co-operation that has been given us, we sorely feel the need of a greater force and strength than we as a sportsman’s magazine alone can give, or our friends as individuals can wield.
Editor Outdoor Life:—There was a time when the American-born citizen was virility personified. He was a rifleman of the type which is the nation’s greatest protection against foreign invasion. Sturdy and resolute, he knew the tug of the bridle and the sensation of the saddle, and in his veins flowed red, rich blood—not water.
The first rifle I ever owned was a .32 R. F. Stevens Ideal No. 44. This arm was a world-beater, anyway my brother and I thot so, and loud were the wailings when I ruined the barrel by trying to drive an iron rod thru it. This rifle was sent in and the barrel rebored to take the good old .32-40.
Editor Outdoor Life:—I noticed in a recent number of Outdoor Life, in one of your answers to correspondents, you state that you have been unfortunate enough to lose two elk and one large grizzly after knocking them down with shot from the .30-45220 box magazine ,Winchester.
Editor Outdoor Life:—Now that the Government is beginning to issue the new .45 Colt’s automatic pistol to the army, it struck me that it might be of interest to other gun bugs, and those afflicted with the military germ, to look back over the past hundred years of our history and see just what strides have been made in the pistol and revolver as issued to our regular army.
Editor Outdoor Life:—Since the publication of Outdoor Life for June I have come to the conclusion that any one writing on the gun question will be in a muss too much of the time to afford warfare with high-priced cans of condensed milk, so I have peeled me a war-club and will again venture out into the open.
Editor Outdoor Life:—I am an ardent reader of your splendid magazine and am greatly interested in the arms and ammunition columns. I have been a collector of old firearms for many years and have a few fairly good weapons and one or two that may interest some of your readers.
Editor Outdoor Life:—Anent the subject of three-barreled guns on page 571 of June issue, wherein Mr. Franklin says he is thinking of getting an Adolph combination gun: The idea is a good one and future conditions will surely reveal the great popularity such guns will receive.
We read so much in the discussions of the deadly nature of the old single-action .45 Colt, a recent occurrence may not be amiss. Last March a farmer, who resided with his housekeeper, a woman of about sixty years of age, and who kept considerable money in the house, was called to the door one night, shot and killed, and while the robbers were ransacking the house, the housekeeper ran out, pursued by one of the robbers, who fired at her thru a glass door, killing her.
Realizing the importance of this question, Englishmen have had shooting schools for some time in which were to be found try-guns for fitting purposes, but we Americans have only recently considered the idea. In this country many a trapshooter has been able to break 75 to 85 out of 100 targets for many years, but there he stops.
Editor Outdoor Life:—When Mr. Newton decided to furnish Mauser rifles for his new cartridges, which was about April 1, 1914. I placed an order for one of them and received it about September 1, 1914. I did not get a chance to try the gun on deer, as there is about one chance in 100 of getting a deer in Pennsylvania, but I have had lots of pleasure using the gun at targets.
Editor Outdoor Life:—If you are in a position to find the proper terminus technicus for a gun as shown by cuts, please let me know; “triggerless” is only a negative term and I want something positive, which indicates that the rifle is fired a la kodak—you press the button and we do the rest.
An Admirer of the .32-20 Colt S. A. Writes of Its Merits
An Extensible Jacket for Revolvers
A Specially-Builts S. & W. Target Revolver
Arms and Ammunition Notes
SUNRISE AT CRESCENT.
Editor Outdoor Life:—I was “tickled” when I read Mr. A. C. Rowell’s article in your June number where he claims the .38-40 or .44-40 are better game cartridges in a six-shooter than the .45 Colt. I was glad because I think exactly the same myself as regards the .44-40 (never used the .38 much), and after seeing so much in the magazines, including Outdoor Life, in favor of the .45 over the .44, I came to think I was on my lonesome in my opinion.
Would you advise me as to points about the Winchester 1903 automatic .22: (1) Do the greaseless bullets sold for this gun harm the rifle lands? (2) If bullets were greased would it fail at times to function? If lubricant is used, which shall I use? (3) Is there any other .22 cartridge that would work all right in this gun? (4) Rifle is fitted with Lyman receiver sight.
Since the summer season of trap shooting closed with the various gun clubs, not many big affairs have been staged. Opulent October has invited the sportsman into her woods and along her wilderness roads, out along her streams and into the mountain lands in search of bigger—tho not more elusive—game than clay birds.
This volume is a practical handbook for the fisherman, camper and hunter, giving complete information not only on all the little details so important to the comfort and success of camp life, but including most excellent advice and information as to the location of the best camping grounds in America.