I live in North America and do all my hunting in South America. It takes about twenty minutes to cross from one continent to the other thru the most wonderful cañon in the whole world, and at present the most talked of one—wonderful because it was made entirely by the hand of man; talked of because it persists in remaining in an uncompleted state despite all the science and work that modern man is capable of—the Gaillard Cut.
Continuing our journey northward, we visited many remote and beautiful inlets and bays along the coast of Baranof and Chicagof islands to within sight of Muir Glacier, a mountain of ice named in honor of one of our greatest geologists. We had now reached our most northerly point and as our boat was too small to go out into the open sea, we turned our course southward via a different route, thru Stevens Passage, stopping occasionally to view interesting points and doing more or less fishing until we arrived at Thomas Bay, where we stopped for a day’s hunt, after a week’s continual travelling and sightseeing.
In speaking of Wyoming as a hunting country, most sportsmen think at once of killing elk, grizzlies, mountain sheep, or deer, which of course is quite correct, but when moose hunting is mentioned most hunters will look up in astonishment.
I’ve been sittin' here and thinkin', long about the close of day, How I’d like to leave the city and go rangin' far away; For there's a place that I remember, and it's there I'd like to be— Back again in Pleasant Valley, where a feller feels so free.
For days at a time the weather during the winter months at Long Key, Fla., is simply ideal for fishing. The sky is clear and the sun beats down upon one with an awful intensity at times. It burns like red hot coals, but if one protects his head with a white canvas pith helmet hat, wears amber fishing glasses and gloves until gradually inured to it, no detrimental effect will result from the exposure.
Here in the Great Northland we have some very unusual experiences. If one were not acquainted with conditions in this region, they would seem incredible. The incident I am about to relate occurred the 21st of August, 1915, about three miles north of the north end of Atlin Lake, B. C., on what is known as the Buckman river, east of the river connecting Little Atlin with the greater Atlin Lake.
On September 15th, 1914, I received a wire from my old guide, James T. Winn, that he was waiting at Mackey, Idaho, for me and that he wanted me to come at once. Thirty inches of snow had fallen on the high mountains and the game had been driven to low levels as they still wore their summer coats and did not like the cold wind and snow.
Millions have never seen a mountain, a forest, or an ocean, but "The River" has figured, somewhere, some time, in the life of every one. To some, the desert folks, the river may be only a yellow smear of sand a mile wide, with here and there a trickle or a puddle, or it may be the Father of Waters rolling to the sea, or a gentle shaded winding of crystal calm, a ribbon shining in the distance, or a leaping roar pouring amid and over the smoothed wet rocks.
Letter No. 173.—Artificial Lures for Salmon Desired.
Letter No. 174.—Montana Shows 'Em.
Letter No. 175.—Capturing a Prize-Winning Florida Bass.
Letter No. 176.—A Breeze From Mercer Lake, Wisconsin.
Letter No. 177.—Trout and Yellowjackets.
Letter No. 178.—The Popular Tapered Line.
Letter No. 179.—Steelhead and Cutthroat Not Identical.
Letter No. 180.—Has Fished for Shad.
Letter No. 181.—He Made the Wobbler and Had It Patented.
O. W. SMITH
Editor Angling Department:—Will you please give a list of flies, about twelve, and size; also tell me where I can get good trout spinners.—A. P. W., Needles, Cal. To select a dozen good flies is difficult. Much depends upon the time of day and the season, not to mention such matters as climate, stage of water, etc., etc.
A chapter Upon Rod Materials With the Casting Rod Particularly in Mind.
A GENERAL WORD REGARDING ROD MATERIAL
THE STEEL ROD
BETHABARA OR WASHABA
OTHER WOODS. IRONWOOD. OSAGE. ORANGE. HICKORY. ASH. YEW.
A WORD REGARDING NATIVE WOODS FOR THE AID OF AMATEUR ROD-MAKERS
The man unacquainted with the subject little realizes what a vast field opens for discussion when we take up the question of rod material—this chapter being confined principally to the different kinds of wood used in rod construction. We might dismiss the matter with a word or two, giving our first, second and third choice, say, with reasons therefor; but that would hardly satisfy the curious angler, the one who wishes to know if a certain wood has been tried out by rod builders, and if so, with what success.
It is said by our spiritual advisers that "confession is good for the soul," which, if true, is sufficient excuse for this article. Hear my confession. I do not like to loan fishing tackle and, as sly as you keep it, I am unacquainted with an angler who does.
The Call of the Trout Stream—Winter Dreams of Summer Days, When Good Times Come Again
E. M. FURBUSH
I took a walk last Sunday, down by the old trout stream, and as I trod upon the lightly fallen snow, along the old familiar trail, something seemed to whisper way down inside of me: "There's nothing like a good old fishing trip down your favorite trout stream, is there, pard?" And yet, everything looked so cold and dark I wondered if summer would ever really come again beneath that ice and snow.
Daugherty, "the Dutchman," and the "Old Man," members of the Baltimore Revolver Association, were elected a committee of two to go fishing; so after the manner of "September Morn" they got busy right early and off for the river, with first a ten-mile trolley ride.
Considered from a culinary point of view, the quail, or partridge, as it is called in many sections, stands without peer. Not many persons who have tasted a properly done quail, and some have not, will join issues with me on this point. When the children of Israel wanted flesh the Lord sent them quails.
Being a member of the last Legislature of the state of Idaho, and chairman of the Fish and Game Committee of the House, the article appearing in your November number naturally was of interest to me. The matter of paying a bounty on bears in Idaho was discussed freely by the House members and by the committee to which this bill was referred. The matter was fought by a few members in the House, Mr. Charles Koelsch of Ada County being the leader of those opposed to paying the bounty.
You have seen road hogs and hogs that wanted all the buttermilk and to get it, stretched out in the trough, but did you ever meet face to face so small (?) a thing as a bobcat that disputed the right-of-way? If you never did and you have the experience that I had the other day with an old "sow" bobcat you will either do as I did or you will bring your musket into play.
I have been a constant reader of Outdoor Life for the past ten years, but only a subscriber recently, owing to the fact that I was constantly on the move. However it was, I always managed to locate a news-stand when I was sure there was a copy of the magazine off the press.
National Bird Law Unconstitutional, So Kansas Holds
The Kansas Supreme Court on December 11, 1915, held that the state law forbidding shooting of wild ducks from a motor boat is a valid exercise of the police power of the state, notwithstanding that the state and federal laws regarding the shooting of birds conflict.
In the year 1864 I came with my parents to Oregon, making the trip by boat from San Francisco to Portland, says Warden J. R. Metzger in the Oregon Sportsman. At this time Portland was a small town and all freight was hauled by teams to the smaller towns up the valley.
I am a little worried about the elk situation here, not for this winter, as there is now probably 1,000 tons of hay on hand left over from last winter; but the high price of cattle, I think, will make a demand for all hay in the future; right now (December 3, 1915) hay is very scarce and high, and if the government had depended on buying hay for use this winter, they could not have gotten 100 tons, except at a very high price.
Herewith enclosed is a newspaper clipping which tells its own story, and which I hope you will see fit to publish in Outdoor Life. Such accounts as these should be given wide circulation, that they may serve as a warning to the careless sportsmen that infest the woods and make hunting so dangerous to human life.
What is probably the largest moose head secured in New Brunswick this year was shot in the Tobique woods near the Nictau camps, the well-known shooting grounds of Guide Adam Moore of Scotch Lake. He had eight American sportsmen at Nictau during October, and they have shot four fine moose, one of the heads having antlers spreading 62 inches, while the others also had large spreads.
I surely enjoy reading Outdoor Life, as I have hunted for twenty-seven years. I am the chap that old "Club Foot" chewed on eleven years ago in the foothills of Grand Mesa, Colo. He put my left arm in a sling for five weeks. He was a monster of a grizzly.
The following note has been extracted from a letter lately received from Col. I. J. Bush, a sportsman of El Paso, Texas, who served actively in the Madero Mexican revolution: "I understand the Sierra Madres in Mexico are overflowing with game.
Record of Game Killed in Cassiar District for Year 1915
Editor Outdoor Life
I enclose herewith game list for 1915—a fair average hunting season—for the Cassiar District, B. C. Weather was perfect until October 2d, when all had returned except H. S. Paul and wife, who got caught in the caribou country and had two weeks of awfuily bad weather.
Shall the grizzly bear, and his smaller brother, the black, follow the buffalo into oblivion? Shall the monarch of the mountains join the monarch of the plains in the Great Beyond? The buffalo were slaughtered for their hides, and suddenly there were no buffalo.
I notice an article by Chauncey Thomas in your October issue entitled "No. 42, the Desert." In this article Mr. Thomas makes a number of statements which have not the slightest foundation of fact. Mr. Thomas states that the mental aberrations sometimes caused by the tortures of traversing the desert on foot without water, have no parallel on the ocean or in Arctic regions, yet we all know quite well that all stories of shipwreck without water relate the death by insanity of a good percentage of the survivors.
The Executive Board of the National Council of the Boy Scouts of America, after considering the statement issued by Ernest Thompson Seton in which he alleged among other things that he had resigned as Chief Scout, made the following announcement for the information of Scout officials and the general public:
From time to time we see articles in Outdoor Life regarding that wonderful dog, the Airedale. Usually he is a very smart dog, but his long suit seems to be that he will "scrap" anything on earth, his first choice being grizzly bears. Now, the real question is as to the true value of the Airedale.
Father and Son Travel Around Rim of U. S. With Motorcycle and Sidecar
To discover the wonders of the Western country with their own eyes, William E. and Walter D. Kellogg, father and son, left their home at Middletown, N. Y., June 11th last on a five months' tour with a 1916 motorcycle and sidecar which has just lately been completed.
Ye have drifted by the crest of a flaming star, thru the moonless valleys of the night, where the scented red roses are; ye have been to the farthest ebb of the twilight sea, down thru its foamless amber gulf, as far as a thought can be; ye have watched the play of lightning along the summer sky, till the brooding halls of night were lit to the regions where the rays of the dog-star die; ye have listened while the night was waning to the thunder’s muffled drum, when from the unlit spaces came the whispered lure of "Come!" And now the twilight sea is calling for a Columbus that will dare its vast unknown, thru drowsy, murmuring worlds to far-flung creation's throne.
In an article some years ago the author advocated restricting all game shooting whatsoever to the rifle. He realized then, as now. that while such a plan has much to commend it, there are some features that might he urged against it. Among the virtues which would commend such a plan are: the preservation of game birds and animals to a much greater extent than under the present system; the clean scientific sport of hunting and shooting with the rifle; the cheapness of the small-game rifle and its ammunition; the fitness of the game for the table when killed by a single missile; but probably the chief advantage lies in the psychological effect.
Confidence in one's individual ability is the earmark of the Anglo-Saxon; that, and his supreme indifference to the odds against him, have left him victorious on many a hard-fought field. But there exists a distinction between indifference and downright contempt of the powers arrayed against one.
The average rifle or revolver as it comes from the factory frequently has a "creep," or roughness, in the trigger pull. This should be carefully taken out, leaving an even, clean, pull. I use about 3½ lbs. on my rifle and about 2 lbs. on most of my revolvers.
It all came about by one Asa Wilkins claiming to be the longrange duck-shooting champion of the San Luis Valley. After the first laughter had died away and Asa had established his claim to the title by calling on George to substantiate the claim of killing a duck at least 100 yards up in the air out at "Hanson's ranch," which George did; and then calling on Ray to bear witness of the killing of another duck 105 yards away out at "the lakes," which Ray vehemently admitted, and lastly, forcing Ed to state that he saw Asa kill a third duck so high in the sky it "strained his gun," we accepted him as the undisputed champion, not only of the San Luis Valley, but of the Fourth division of the D. & R. G. Railroad as well Some championship that, for the Fourth runs from La Veta to Silverton and from Santa Fé to Creede, covering the finest hunting and fishing section in Colorado; and many, indeed, are the sportsmen from all over the United States who enjoy our scenery, our hunting for ducks, grouse, doves, bear, lions and other varmints, as well as our fishing for trout in our mountain streams high above the mosquito belt, surrounded by the magnificent scenery found nowhere else in the world, and easy of access by the Rio Grande Railroad.
We are hearing so much concerning pistol and revolver target work of late that we have all, to a greater or less degree, contracted the mania of target shooting. A great many shooters use standard target pistols and a smaller so, it must be rifled well, have accurately placed and fitted sights and balance or "hang" well in the shooter's grip.
During my short hunt of the past fall I heard reports on various makes of rifles. Thinking they might be of as much interest to others as they were to me, I here jot them down. To start with, I was surprised to note how many Remington automatic rifles are being used by guides and hunters.
In July, 1912, the writer purchased a .22 high-power Savage rifle at that time just placed on the market. It was used that season very successfully on deer, an account of which was published in Outdoor Life for February, 1913. After the hunting season it was used at target work, but after 600 cartridges had been fired, it began to erode in front of the chamber and was disposed of.
What is all this noise we hear from Mr. Rowell and Clarence E. Smith in December Outdoor Life about the .32-20 having it so far over the .38 S. & W. Special? If I read aright I understand Mr. Smith to say that "the .32-20 will shoot stronger and kill farther than the .38." By shooting stronger I take it that penetration would be considered as good a test of strength as is possible to arrive at; therefore, I wish to make the following statements covering my experience with both guns.
Having been a wing shot for the past thirty years, at most of the flushers known to the sportsman, including the clay pigeon, I have, during that time, tried almost every build of popular shotgun, both the double-barrel and the repeater. With the opening of this season I chanced to get hold of the only kind of ordnance that I had not used.
In your November issue you answer a question in regard to the accuracy of the .45 Colt automatic by quoting from the 1907 Ordnance report, in which the mean deviation at seventy-five feet is stated to be 2.4 inches. Perhaps the following extract from a recent Frankford Arsenal report may be of interest: "Frankford also says with respect to National Match ammunition that the pistol and rifle ammunition for use in the National Matches has been completed and tested by the board appointed by the secretary of war.
For the benefit of J. G. Persons, I wish to submit the following in regard to metal fouling in .30 Springfield. The rifle issued to me for use at Camp Perry, 1911, was bored as follows: Lands, diameter, .3001; grooves, diameter, .3079. And in 1913 at Camp Perry I received another one bored exactly the same (note smallness of bore).
I certainly have no desire to use space in your magazine by prolonging a discussion with Mr. A. C. Rowell, but when a man makes statements that are at variance with accepted tests and known facts, he invites question, if not criticism. The comparative power of cartridges are determined by the weight and quality of ammunition used and the methods employed by ballistic experts in estimating the power of cartridges, are far more reliable than is any hunters' opinions that are based on their seeming effect on game.
For a long time I have been noticing inquiries from many of the readers of Outdoor Life as to the kind of revolver best for them in an all-around way. It was a pleasure to read what Messrs. Haines and Thomas had to say on the subject in a late issue of Outdoor Life— from men who know their subject as these do from practical use and experience—it was a treat to hear from them.
The Issuance of Krag Rifles and Ammunition to Civilian Clubs
At the present time there is an unprece dented revival on thruout the country in rifle shooting, brought about by the enactment of a law by Congress last year authorizing the free issue of rifles and ammunition to rifle clubs organized by civilians.
I note your answer to R. A. Daniel's (Butte, Mont.) question with reference to the lubricated and non-lubricated cartridges for a 1903 automatic Winchester .22. I have absolutely bought, traded for and worn out nine of these .22 automatics and I feel that I know "where I am at" when I say that the life of your arm is about one-fourth when dry shells are used in place of the lubricated.
The December number of Outdoor Life is just at hand, and on page 579, the story, "Effect of Revolver Bullets on Game," has aroused my curiosity. Wishing to get a jacketed bullet for my .38 S. & W. Special and not being able to procure any, I drew the bullets from some of the cartridges of my .38 Colt automatic These I reloaded in the .38 Special shell with only a very small load of black powder.
Would not an article on adjusting trigger pull be of a great deal of interest to a majority of your readers? An article written by some authority on the subject, illustrated by a number of sketches showing just what is to be done and how to do it? It seems to me there are a great many shooters who wish to experiment with the trigger pull on their rifle, pistol or revolver and do not want to go to the trouble or expense of taking it to a gunsmith.
So many of our querists have asked for ballistics of our different cartridges we have decided to run each month a table giving the 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.
As a reader of Outdoor Life I would like to ask a question concerning the .45 Colt cartridge. What grain of black powder and what quantity would give the greatest possible power in a .45 Colt New Service? I would like to load it with all the gun can possibly stand, and do not care about the recoil, however great (255-gr. ball); also King’s semi-smokeless?
Only an old heart-shaped and sun-bleached net, A mended, rusted Harrimac, and yet, What memories! what stories it recalls! Of grandest lakes, rapids and river-falls! I see the mists of early morning rise, I hear the dip of oars—the loon’s wild cries, The leaping bass and pike, their struggles past, Are gathered into this old net at last.
Like a landslide, slowly but surely moving with irresistible force, the American sportsmen are responding to the call issued in our December and January numbers for recruits that we hope will eventually be formed into a new game protective association.
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 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 protecti on and propagation of our game and fish.
The new Peters calendar shows an evening marsh scene, the tules and meadow grass rising in the background, while on the water appear a half dozen duck decoys. In tne air in the act of alighting are seen five mallards, with brakes set, oblivious of the hunters in a nearby blind with guns pointed in their direction.
I enclose my subscription for the coming year. Cannot live pleasantly without getting a lung-full of fresh air from the Rockies each month.—D. H. Pifford, Pifford, N.Y. That was a mighty nice letter you wrote us on the 30th thanking us for the inquiry from India, in which the writer said he saw our advertisement in Outdoor Life.
Christmas, with its joys and sorrows of retrospection, its cheer in the living present, the happiness of giving and receiving, has gone the way of all Christmases and like them—not forgotten. The lusty New Year’s first wails have been quieted, and everything and everybody have resumed a normal aspect.