Just as the sun with its rich gold and crimson coloring was disappearing behind the crags and peaks of the mountains of Alaska, Horace Peck and I walked down the gang plank of the steamer Northwestern at Wrangell, a quaint little old Indian village, picturesque with numerous totem poles.
A hunter popped a partridge on a hill, It made a great to-do and then was still; It seems (when later on his bag he spied) It was—the guide. One shot a squirrel in a near by wood— A pretty shot, off-hand, from where he stood; It wore, they said, a shooting hat of brown, And lived in town.
The American sportsman is thoroly familiar with most of the famous hunting grounds of the northern continent, with the moose of New Brunswick, the white tails of Michigan, the elk and grizzlies of Wyoming, the mule deer of Colorado, the sheep and goats of British Columbia, the giant moose and caribou of Alaska, and the big bears of the Northern Pacific Coast Islands.
The city man went forth attired in natty hunting suit, In corduroy of finest weave from jaunty cap to boot, With polished leather leggin 's, buckles made of shining brass— In short, his sporting garbing was the classiest of its class. He bore an automatic gun of finest workmanship, With bar'l of finest nickel steel and stock with checkered grip.
Each year our pilgrimage was to the sand hill section of Western Nebraska and the shooting and accommodations there were ideal. Numerous lakes abounded in all kinds of wild fowl, and the big ranch furnished comforts and open-handed hospitality that will ever be remembered.
I wonder why it is that almost two-thirds of our angling writers devote their time and talents to a study of trout and trout tackle, when fully two-thirds of our anglers fish for bass? Of course in the early spring, when a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love—or fishing—trout alone may be captured; but later, when the leaves are fully out and the birds busy with household cares, from mid-June to October, bass fishing is for everybody.
It was about the time that the jangling alarm clocks were busy sounding their get-up call that we passed along the streets of our little city (Boulder, Colo.) and wended our way toward the mouth of the cañon, down the shaded depths of which the turbulent waters of Boulder Creek find their way to the valley beyond.
I often wonder as the shadows fall, And Night with Mystery and Silence reigns, What is it Man has done to warrant all The evil he is heir to, and what his gains? What can he gain when his is all The wealth within the Universe? What can he lose save his spirit's fall?
The article in this issue entitled "Our New Hunting Country—The Game and the Climate," by Lieut. Townsend Whelen, will be read with much interest by all American sportsmen. Remember that this is practically but an introduction to the other chapters to follow, which embrace valuable information under the following sub-titles: "A Deer Hunt in the Jungle," "The Finest Tarpon Fishing in the World," "Sport on Gatun Lake," and "Tropical Outfits and Hygiene."
’Twas the night before Christmas. A bright, silvery moon, in gorgeous splendor, lit up the great plains in Western Nebraska. The time was far back in the '70s, when the hot winds and grasshoppers played havoc with the golden dreams of the homesteader.
When a fellow is basking in the sunset of life with a somewhat tortuous trail marked by seventy-three mileposts behind him, one of his most pleasant enjoyments is to sit and watch the smoke rise in fantastic wreathings from his jimmy pipe while his truant thoughts wing their way back over the trail and flash upon the screen of memory half forgotten pictures of the past.
Farewell, ye scenes of tender memories: Ye vales so laughterful and fair, Ye purling streams where mystic witcheries Drop down from mountain heights thru purest air. Farewell, ye limpid pools; ye banks of snow; Ye solitudes of fir and stately pine; Ye glories of a mountain dawn whose glow Of matchless hues, exquisitely divine, Thrills deep the soul's enraptured gaze.
For two thousand years Rome filled the human eye. For the next twenty centuries it promises to he Constantinople. Imagine a gigantic hour-glass. One end is Europe, the other end is the southern half of Asia. Where these two triangles meet is Constantinople.
“Son of the Otter,” by my chum, Dr. George G. Van Schaick, is a clean-cut tale of real Indians, not the movie-picture kind, capped with feather dusters and draped in Navahoe rugs made in Connecticut. It is not a bunch of gory scalps bound in cloth, and written by a tenderfoot, but a story of the red Canadian trappers, true to life, by a man who has ridden their canoes and slept beside their fires.
This is our Angling Department. I know that you are interested in the plans for the future, for they are our plans. In a word, we hope to have a bigger, better, more informational and inspirational Department than ever before. First, then, there is to be a series of articles, each one complete in itself, upon the bait-caster's tools and methods; we will discuss rods, length, weight, material, etc., the article in this number, "The Bait-Casting Rod," is the first of the series.
Letter No. 165.—Introducing Bass Into a Bullhead Pond.
Letter No. 166.—A Pair of Good Ones.
Letter No. 167.—A Trip Into the Mountains of Colorado.
Letter No. 168.—As Others See Us.
Letter No. 169.—Can a Fly Rod Be Used for Casting Lures?
Letter No. 170.—A Big Rainbow from Michigan.
Letter No. 171.—The Whole Art of Fishing.
Editor Angling Department
Will you kindly give the proper dressing of the following flies: Cupsuptuc, Prouty and Parmachenee Bell?—H. O. Levering, Chicago, Ill. I give the dressings as set forth in "The Trouts of America." No 1—Tail, golden pheasant topping; body, silver tinsel wound with gold twist; legs, bright scarlet hackle wound from tail to shoulder; wings, mixed fibers of brown turkey tipped with white, brown mallard, golden pheasant tail, and guinea hen; head, black ostrich herl.
That one should conclude a work of this kind with such chapters as this and the preceding may seem somewhat surprising, naturally they would appear in the beginning, tho logically I think they belong at the close. After we have talked at length upon the habits of the fish, tackle employed and most successful way of handling it, it is not logical that we sit down and soberly ask ourselves why we fish, wherein is the attractivity of angling?
The First of a Series of Papers Dealing With That Important Tool.
IMPORTANCE OF THE SUBJECT.
HISTORY OF THE CASTING ROD.
THE LENGTH OF THE CASTING ROD.
THE FIVE FOOT ROD POSSESSES ACTION.
O. W. SMITH
No single article of the bait-caster’s equipment is more earnestly and lengthily discussed than the rod, and perhaps there is nothing regarding which there is greater diversity of opinion, from the very nature of the subject this is bound to be true, there are so many materials employed in rod construction, so many different lengths and weights, not to mention the biases and predilections of individual rodsters.
A Successful Bait for Pickerel When They Are Biting Short
Dr. G. W. Henika.
How many readers of Outdoor Life have had the experience of reeling in a four or five pound pickerel after he had apparently made a savage strike and you thought you had him well hooked, and when the fish was within ten feet of the boat have him quietly let go of the trailing end of the bait and with a switch of his tail say good bye.
More than 240 new game laws were enacted during 1915—a larger number than in any previous year except 1911. Forty-three states held regular legislative sessions, and in all of these states except Arizona, Georgia and Nebraska some changes were made in the statutes protecting game.
If you wish to see a remarkable mending of a shattered jawbone I will send you the bear’s skull that I mentioned in a former letter. This bear had been shot by a hunter a year or so (possibly longer) previous to my killing him, but thru the healing process of nature had been able to eat and masticate his food and finish life in the full vigor of healthy bearhood.
Two national bird reservations have recently been created by executive order— Mille Lacs, a small island in the lake of the same name in Mille Lacs County, Minn. (May 14, 1915), and Big Lake, in Mississippi County, Ark. (August 2, 1915). The Blackbeard Island reservation in Georgia, created in 1914, was abandoned as a national bird reservation.
Colonel Henry W. Shoemaker, the Altoona publisher and historian, whose collections of the early history of Pennsylvania as province and state, of Indian legends and the traditions of the mountains and valleys, have attracted national attention, has just completed the epitaph of the bison in the Keystone state.
What even partial game protection can do, even in a thickly settled state, is told in the following letter from Morris Ackerman, the efficient fish and game department editor of the Cleveland Leader: Editor Outdoor Life:—The rabbit season opened here on the 1st instant and remains open up to and including January 1.
Michigan is one of the first states to restrict the hunting of game by automobile. The game laws as amended by the last Legislature of that state prohibit the use of automobiles in hunting partridges. Is the automobile to be classed with automatic guns, nets and punt cannons and barred by law as a “game weapon?”
After reading F. W. Leavett’s article in your August number entitled “Distinctiveness of Predatory Animals on Game,” I can corroborate his statement when he says that mountain lions kill and destroy more deer and mountain sheep than all the hunters in the state.
I have spent most of the summer looking up new hunting grounds and have had great success in this respect. Bear especiaily are more plentiful than the last five years. They are not trapped at the present time on account of the fur market being very low.
In the territory of Mackenzie, Canada’s largest wilderness region, which is larger than Alaska and twice the area of the state of Texas, is living the largest single herd of animals in the world today. They are the Barren Land caribou, and, according to experts, number some thirty million head—a number that is greater than were ever the buffalo of the plains.
With the general adoption of the license system has come the necessity of fixing a minimum age at which licenses may be issued. The practice is by no means uniform, but about half of the states have restrictions of some sort. These restrictions are of three general kinds: (1) Exemption from the hunting license requirement for children; (2) Refusal to issue licenses to children; and (3) Requirement that children must have the written consent of the parent or guardian to obtain a license.
From time to time I have noticed in various newspapers articles regarding the capture of horned and antlered rabbits, but after reading them 1 have passed them up with "fake." The articles are getting so numerous that I decided to write you for further information, knowing that anything I get thru you is correct regarding all these freak stories.
The constant complaint of farmers that turkey buzzards carry diseases such as hog cholera and anthrax, and the decision of the Conservation Commission that the bird is unprotected by law has led to a campaign to destroy these birds in Louisiana.
I much appreciate your reprinting my letter relative to the bounty question. Since writing it, another bounty scandal has been unearthed in Pennsylvania which looks as if the state will be mulcted out of $30,900 in addition to the $100,000 they were swindled out of in the past year.
Eventually, no doubt, you will get some opinions regarding the way in which the new buck law has worked out in Wisconsin. The open season for deer closed last night, and the records of the Wisconsin Conservation Commission at Madison show that not one death has resulted this season from a hunter being mistaken for a deer.
Figures on game given out by the national department of agriculture credit Maine with an annual income from this source of $13,000,000, and Oregon with $5,000,000, says the Pittsburgh Post. As it was only a partial report, no mention was made of how game has been increasing in Pennsylvania.
Formerly migratory water fowl frequented the United States in enormous numbers, and the supply appeared to be inexhaustible. During the last seventy-five years, however, the growth of population and the vast increase in the number of hunters, combined with greatly improved firearms and an extraordinary increase in the facilities of rapid transportation to the most remote haunts of wild life, have resulted in an appalling reduction in their numbers.
Our game, birds and fish are extremely valuable, not only for food purposes, but for their natural beauty and attraction to the forests and streams, and especially for the sport and healthful recreation obtained in their pursuit. Colorado now points with pride to her many highways and beautiful drives.
It would give me great pleasure to write you a real story about the moose I shot in Wyoming this year, but there is really very little to tell. My guide, Pete Nordquist, located a large moose in the willows near our camp on Thorofare Creek the day before the season opened.
The duties of a game warden are various. We have the disagreeable duties to perform as well as the pleasant, and we sometimes see the comical side of life, says Warden L. L. Jewell in the Oregon Sportsman. One thing quite certain is the fact that it is the unexpected that happens and usually there is something doing all the time.
That there is good hunting in California for those who know where to find it is shown in the above picture. R. H. Wells, building superintendent (to the right) and William Ergmann, Jr. (to the left) of the engineering department, both of the Santa Fe railroad, recently took their guns for a morning's shoot near Oceanside, twenty miles north of San Diego, and brought down all they wanted in no time.
In Arkansas nonresidents are not permitted to hunt, except on their own premises. In all the states and thruout Canada licenses must be secured before nonresidents can hunt any or certain kinds of game. In forty-two states and seven Canadian provinces a like restriction is imposed on residents, but the fees are usually much smaller, and often are merely nominal.
Emmett C. Higgins, federal inspector for the Lacy act, relating to interstate shipments of game, is much pleased over the conviction of several men last month in Judge Dyer's United States District Court at Cape Girardeau, Mo., upon evidence secured by himself.
Oh, where is the game, daddy, where is the game That you hunted when you were a boy? You've told me a lot—of the game you shot. No wonder such sport gave you joy. I'm old enough now to handle a gun, Let me be a sportsman, too, I’d like my fair share of clean outdoor fun, And I want to shoot just like you.
Referring to the article in your November edition about snake bites, will say that in anticipation of my trip to Mexico I gathered considerable information on this subject. I thought, therefore, it would interest you to read the enclosed letter from Mr. Gillam, who hunts venomous snakes for a pastime.
I wish to gently and kindly call your attention to the seeming discrimination against Grand Lake, by Estes Park, Colo. You are undoubtedly unintentionally advertising Estes Park to the detriment of Grand Lake and other places just as beautiful and just as good as Estes Park.
Hunting big game in the Rockies is the most strenuous sport a man can indulge in, and in the all-day up-and-down-hill tramps thro brush, and over down timber, lightness of equipment in clothing, guns and ammunition is essential. In cold weather the clothing should be of wool.
He was just an ordinarily well-born, well brought-up English setter, eligible to registry, a good hunter, loyal, intelligent, ufiectionate, says a writer in the Hartford Courant. We picked him from the litter ourselves, eight years ago.
There was placed on exhibition recently in the lobby of the reptile house at the Bronx Zoological Park an albino frog, the first of its kind ever caught alive in this country, so far as the records show. Charles Snyder, head keeper, who is authority for that statement, says two others have been shown here, but they were brought from Europe.
I see in Outdoor Life that hunters are trying to stop all trapping of fur-bearing animals. As everyone has a right to voice his point of view' on this, here is mine. It may be a proper thing to stop the trapping of bears, as these animals are strictly a game animal and should be protected from traps, but when the hunters with rifle and shotgun try to stop trapping of the other smaller fur-bearing animals, due to its cruelty, so said, I believe it looks too much like trying to hog all the game for them-selves.
One of the best-known Colorado sportsmen is Steve Drehr of Denver. Mr. Drehr travels with a motorcycle and sidecar outfit and he says by this method of locomotion he has been able to reach grounds inaccessible to most hunters. With his dog as companion Mr. Drehr not only makes numerous hunting trips, but also does considerable touring.
To the hardware clerk: "How much are .30-1906 cartridges worth?” "$1.40 per box." Would-be user: "Wow! 7 cents each!! No, thank you; I guess I don’t want to put a $50 saddle on a $15 cayuse." If a man is in the target game this will apply very nicely.
The writer has received so many inquiries as to the design of the new rifles now in course of construction that it is possible a short description of the changes made might be of interest to the readers. The following drawings show the details of many of the improvements made.
Some Suggestions for Improving Our Present Sporting Rifle Cartridges
Horace Kephart remarks that in buying a rifle one should first determine the cartridge, rather than choose the rifle first, and then take such cartridge as can be had for it. This is undoubtedly sound theory, and it is equally true that in designing a cartridge one should first determine the bullet he wishes to use and then choose or construct a shell to handle that bullet.
There is, in the writer’s opinion, no other factor of greater importance in securing accurate results with a rifle than the proper alignment of a cartridge in the chamber in relation to the bore—in other words, the axis of the cartridge should coincide with that of the bore.
There is no question but what the rifle game is passing. It is one of those splendid things destroyed, for most people, by the onward march of civilization. It cannot be helped unless the whole modern system of business and work is changed. Yesterday—a day off—spent mostly in the hill fields of the old farm—I got to meditating on the subject of my rifle.
Being a reader of Outdoor Life, I have noticed in many instances some of our brother readers were anxious for a little information concerning auto pistols, .30 Luger and .45 caliber Government model, both of which I have used extensively in varied experiments.
Enclosed find picture of my guns and cabinet which you may reproduce in Outdoor Life if you wish, as it may interest some of the fraternity. I am much interested in your Arms and Ammunition Department. I believe every one should take an outing as often as possible.
I have just read with a great deal of interest the letter of D. P. Platt in your October number relative to pistol ammunition. My experience is a parallel of Mr. Platt’s. I own a Colt automatic .32 and have had trouble with the cartridges from the start.
You ongodly automatic, I kin tell you most emphatic, You're the darndest-lookin' gun I've ever seen; They kin call you what they want to, But this much I’m strictly on to— You are nothin' but a massacre machine. When a row gets started proper An' we have to shoot to stop ’er, You’re a little bunch of desiccated death; An’ you send your loads a-pokin’ Thru the atmosphere a-smokin’ In the time it takes a man to draw his breath.
So many of our querists have asked or ballistics of our different cartridges we have decided to run each month a table giving tile ballistics of the different cartridges concerning which inquiries are made. By this method we economize in space and have all the data together where it may be most readily found and comparisons most easily made.
I am writing you for some information. I have a cartridge made by the U. M. C. Co. about the size of a .30-30. It is stamped "U. M. C.—1900." What size is it and for what kind of rifle was it made? Why was not the Standard rifles taken up by the sportsmen?
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.
In accepting this mission, and also this lapel button, emblematic of game protection in America, I hereby promise that I will, if called upon at any time, assist in the enforcement of the game laws of my state or of the United States insofar as lies in my power; that I will uphold the game laws myself and report the violations of others, either to OUTDOOR LIFE or to the game commissioner of my state; that I view with concern the disappearance of the game from our hills and the fish from our streams, and that I will gladly welcome at any time the receipt of any message from the editor of OUTDOOR LIFE or any game official having for its definite purpose the protection and propagation of our game and fish.
It' our announcement, "A Message to American Sportsmen," published in our December number, and also reproduced in the preceding pages in this issue, had been transmitted by wireless to every corner of the American continent, it could not have caused a greater deluge of letters than that which has been flowing in upon us ever since the publication of our last issue.
Some Fine Seores Made.—Shoot for Cup Decideti Later.
BASEBALL PLAYERS AT THE TRAPS.
THE STARS SHOT ON.
TRAP SHOOTING NOTES.
RUTH ALEXANDER PEPPLE
While the contest we staged for ladies in the eastern states was not as satisfactory from the number of entries as we had anticipated, it proved to be the means of bringing us in closer touch with each other and was the medium of producing some recordbreaking runs for women in trap-shooting.
In view of rumors which have gained circulation to the effect that this company has changed hands, we feel called upon to advise that the Remington Arms Co. of Delaware, whose plant is located at Eddystone, Pa., and which was sold to the Midvale Steel and Ordnance Co., was merely a subsidiary company, organized solely for the execution of a large order for military rifles.
The writer is pleased to state that we have had the pleasure of advertising in your magazine for the last eleven years, tho not as a taxidermist. The writer has been manager of the Metropolitan Air Goods Co. at Reading. Mass., and for this business we have given up the mounting work, which we regret very much, owing to a serious arsenical poison.
There is much reading matter in "All About Airedales" of great interest to hunters of big game, as well as for owners of Airedales. There are over fifty illustrations from selected photographs of noted dogs and rare scenes. The many chapters describe and illustrate hunting lions, bears, cats and even quail, with the Airedale dogs.