To kill a big wild ram is, without doubt, the highest ambition of all big game hunters. The principal reason for this is the fact that the sheep is the wildest of all the game animals. Many hunters have spent years in a sheep country without ever having been able to get in range of a big ram.
Wal you pesky, gol-darn’d critter! You’re an awful lookin’ thing, For a self-respectin’ cowpunch to have runnin’ with his string. You’re gettin’ that plumb gentle that you almost make me weep; Say! I’ll sell you to a herder for a wrangle-hoss on sheep; An' I reckon that’ll learn yer, you consarn’d homely chump, When you’ve got a cowpunch rider to wake yerself and hump.
In the minds of a large majority of our people the cougar (mountain lion of the West, “painter” or panther of the East and South, puma of South America, etc.) is an Ishmael of the forest, a dreadnaught in the category of wild and dangerous beasts—ready to pounce upon man by day from a sheltering limb or trail him to his doom by night.
When a new model rifle comes on the market every sportsman has an almost fiendish desire to try it out on living targets. I am no exception. When the new .250-3000 Savage was announced I procured one and have tried it pretty thoroly against African game.
Over a lake of glowing gold, Under a turquoise sky, Kissed by the rays of a dying sun, Just my canoe and I. Rose-tinted snow peaks stand asleep, Bathed in a fading light, That gleams, and flickers, and gleams again, Then flees from approaching night.
Amateur photographers by the thousand each summer fare forth gaily into the mountains, there to fire off uncounted miles of film at the unoffending scenery. And each succeeding winter their friends inspect the summer’s results—a few photographs of real artistic merit, many failures, and an infinite number that are neither good nor bad and whose only value is to show that the photographer has visited some well-known spot.
It is the famous Tuna Club of Santa Catalina Island, Cal., founded in 1898 by Dr. Frederick Holder, the noted naturalist and one of the most scientific salt-water anglers that was first responsible for encouraging the use of light tackle in sea fishing.
There is much in the old saying that what we have is not always fully appreciated; it is something at a distance, something that we do not possess, or is beyond our reach, which is much better than what we have; and sometimes this seems not far amiss in its application to the wants of sportsmen.
What do we care if the wind is high, And the sun hides out, and there’s rain in the sky; When we’re loosed from the world with never a sigh— Roughing it. What do we care for the tangled ways, The boulders big, and the rugged caves; Here are the joys of happy days— Roughing it.
The mightiest thing I know of is the wind. My reason tells me that the earth is greater than the wind —a mere whirlpool of gas on its surface— and that the sun is far mightier than ten thousand earths, and even that the sun itself is but a spark amid the stars, yes compared to even one of many single stars that my unaided eye can see—all these things my reason tells me, but I cannot realize it all, and we know only what we feel.
Letter No. 213.—More Regarding Those Pennsylvania Bass.
Letter No. 214—A Refreshing Breath From Snoqualmie Falls.
Letter No. 215—A Big Colorado Rainbow.
Letter No. 216—Salmon and Artificial Lures.
Letter No. 217—More Stinging-Insect Information.
Letter No. 218—Fly-tying Materials and Books Wanted.
Letter No. 219—A Crooked Rod.
Letter No. 220—And How Much Did This Bass Weigh?
O. W. SMITH
In answer to H. H. M. (see Letter No. 204, May Outdoor Life), would say that I have tried the Heddon yellow perch, but with no success. The baits I have had the best success with are ones that resemble in coloration the small fishes of our streams.
A Discussion of That Type of Reel in Which the Spool Is Freed from the Handle.
REMARKS CONCERNING SPECIAL TYPES OF REELS.
THE FREE-SPOOL REELS.
THE ADVANTAGES OF A TAKE-DOWN FRAME.
O. W. Smith
There are just two important operations, so far as the reel is concerned, in casting— “thumbing” and “spooling.” Naturally American inventiveness has sought to obviate the “human element” in both operations, making them purely mechanical.
Being the Editor’s story of what happened to him upon a Wisconsin trout stream.
O. W. Smith.
I have always contended that success in angling is largely a matter of mere luck, tho I am willing to admit that much depends upon the angler’s skill and fish knowledge; but just the same, when an unusually large catch is taken, circumstances have conspired to make it possible.
Being a Tribute to the Most Used and Most Abused Rod of the Day.
O. W. Smith.
That I am a lover and user of high-grade split bamboo rods, all who have followed my writings for the last ten years must have discovered, yet I have never failed to say a good word now and then for the steel rod. (See the discussion of rod material in the February number.)
The stream angler, follower of the lonely trail, disciple of the wilderness, friend of solitude, wielder of the zephyr wand, keeper of the twilight vigil—ah! such is he; ye angler of fast-water. I know of no more enchanting method of the angle than to whip some quiet eddy when the day is young.
Just a few lines about a fishing trip. The last week in August (1915) a friend suggested that we go to Canada for a week and try our luck; so we started. We went to a little lake called East Lake for six days and I fished for about four hours a day for three days.
Kindly answer if it is necessary to “lead” a deer running at moderate speed at 100 or 200 yards with a bullet traveling about 2,000 feet a second. About how much would you hold ahead of him to figure on hitting the shoulder at 200 yards when he is running at a pretty good speed on a clear ridge and you are on another directly opposite him?
The Mazama (or Mountain Goat) Gives an Exhibition of Speed.
Editor Outdoor Life
The Mazama or mountain goat proves himself a sprinter of no little merit and gives the lie to the oftrepeated tales of his slow and stupid movements. Just why His Goatship should have descended from his heavenward abode to inspect a railway system, will probably remain a mystery.
That Perplexing Question—the Care of Wyoming’s Elk.
Editor Outdoor Life
For the past three months, sportsmen have been considerably aroused by the fictitious newspaper reports of the death of thousands of the Jackson Hole elk. State Game Warden Nate P. Wilson, accompanied by Dr. R. E. Naylor, Government Veterinarian, and Dr. A. W. French, State Veterinarian, have just made an extensive investigation of the feeding facilities and a thoro analysis of the carcasses of the dead calves and cows on the several feeding grounds.
I am very glad to notice in your April issue and in the article on the migratory bird law by Robert Page Lincoln that, in case this law is upheld by the Supreme Court of the United States, a Federal hunting license is contemplated. This is certainly a step in the right direction and I hape that, in that event, the Federal Government will take over not only the issuance of licenses for the small migratory birds, but for big game as well.
With thousands of buck deer in the Adirondacks, why should any deer hunter come before New York’s highest legislative body, year after year, demanding the right to kill breeding female deer? No one need look far to find the correct answer.
I am very much interested in the different opinions expressed in your magazine on the killing power of various rifles, and would like to tell you of a shooting scrape a little No. 27, .25-20, trombone-action Marlin got into last fall. My son took the gun out to hunt on Swan Hill, where he jumped two bucks.
Upon a dilapidated ranch, a few miles south of Boise, Idaho, there is a duck pond grown full of wild rice. During the fall of the year flocks of mallards feeding here would furnish hunters with the keenest of duck shooting, but large signs, reading “No Hunting Allowed,” are conspicuously posted upon all roads passing the place.
I have just received a letter from my brother, who is living in British Columbia, in which he tells of a very peculiar encounter with a mule buck deer. He writes: “I had a regular hand-to-hand fight last fall with a mule buck deer.
In a late number of your magazine a letter is published from Jas. M. Baldwin regarding horned does. Also your answer to him which is correct, of course, so far as I know. I have, however, seen two such animals and the first one I saw was really equipped with a very fair set of horns.
A Trip Over the Game Fields of Oregon and California.
Editor Outdoor Life
Last May I went horseback from Medford, Ore., to Gold Beach, Ore., via Crescent City, Cal., and up the coast and returned via the Rogue River pack trail to Grant’s Pass, Ore. I also rode up Grave, Wolf and Greyback creeks from their source to mouth and thru the contiguous territory.
Byron N. Hawks of Astoria, Ore., a reader of Outdoor Life, who hunted last fall in the Cassiar District of British Columbia, and who has written a very interesting account of his hunt, to be published soon in this magazine, writes as follows concerning the country: “This is indeed a wonderful trip.
Brother sportsmen, encourage the Boy Scout and his activities. Take him into your confidence; invite him and his troop to your summer home, to your lodge or to your hunting or fishing rendezvous. If you belong to a hunting or fishing club which has a lodge in the woods, make arrangements so that an invitation may be sent to a Boy Scout troop to make use of the lodge for a day or two, and offer prizes for merit in woodcraft.
Lest We Forget—Tips on What to Take Along on That Outing Trip.
Robert Page Lincoln
It was a well-organized trip, was that in which four fellows were included, object: a trip into the wilds, over the long flowing road by means of the canvas-covered bark. Everything had been selected with care and deliberation and the utmost of keen thought had been directed toward the selection of the right sort of a shelter tent, and the right kind of a canoe; and since there were two of each varieties naturally you may understand it took a great deal of thinking to get all things in shape—because, while they had never been on a long trip of the sort before they had read the sporting magazines and had acquired a great deal of undiluted wisdom.
We are all agreed on one thing—save the game. But the question is—How? Three widely different elements must be harmonized if the end universally sought is to be accomplished. These three main elements are: (1) The natural conflict between various economic institutions, such as the objection of farmers to shooters, and the eating of fruits, grains and other man-food products by game; (2) the different kinds of game, many of which prey upon each other as their natural, and even necessary food supply, as the mountain-lion lives on deer, for instance, or the fox lives on game birds; and (3) the vast difference in climate and in kinds of game in the widely separated parts of the United States.
The Appalachian Tent and Pack Sack is a one-man tent that can be laced up into a pack sack, that is sold by the New York Sporting Goods Co. of No. 17 Warren Street, New York city. As a one-man tent it measures 4 × 7 ft. on the ground, 5 ft. high at the front, or entrance, end; and 2 ft. 6 in. high at the foot.
The accompanying photograph shows what happens—to the dog at least—when Airedale and porcupine meet. This dog, “Mack,” that I had known from puppyhood, was owned by Mr. M. Z. Durant of the U. S. Forest Service, and was to have taken the leading dog part in a bear hunt that Durant and I had arranged to take last autumn on the Idaho side of the Bitter Roots. Before my arrival at Chamberlain Meadows on the Pot Mountain trail, where Durant was stationed at the time, the bear hunt was all off as far as Mack was concerned, he having met the porcupine that gave him the decorations shown in the photograph.
Senator Vest of Missouri made the following plea as attorney on a dog case. Voluminous evidence was introduced to show that the defendant shot the dog in malice, while other evidence greatly refuted this claim. In making his plea, he arose, scanned the faces of the jurymen for a moment and said:
What use do you make of the skins you get? It seems to me as tho useful articles should be cherished just as much as trophies, and usually the remainder of a skin that a trophy has been taken from can be put to good use. For this reason I wish to tell what I have done in this line:
Sir:—In reference to A. F. M.’s letter in your issue of Sept. 12, I may say that I have worn foot bandages for the past two years for marching and shooting, and I can testify to their excellence; after a long march one’s feet are as clean as when one started, and they keep the feet cool.
Hot weather brings drouth, which causes brush and foliage to dry up so that they are easy prey for fire, even in the form of small sparks. In but a week or two of dry weather, sometimes damp, humid under-brush and groves are easily devoured by roaring, rushing destructive forest fires.
READ “GAME TRAILS OF THE CASSIAR," IN JULY NUMBER.
By Byron N. Hawks. Above cut shows the party as they were leaving the game fields. The story describes the trip of Mr. Hawks and companion taken last fall on which they secured three moose, six caribou, four sheep, three goats, and one grizzly bear, besides numerous ptarmigan, grouse, and an abundance of fish.
Ever since reading the various articles in Outdoor Life by Messrs. Thomas and Haines on rapid-fire revolver shooting, which interested me very much, I have had a hankering to try out this burning up of ammunition in quick time myself and see how "pronto" a fellow could empty a modern revolver with fair accuracy.
Dear Mr. Thomas:—Your letter at hand, pressure of business not permitting answering it until now. Your letter is straight to the point. Thank you for that. I like it. When you are sure you are right, go ahead. I do, and I try to be right, always.
It is often hard to draw the line between free advertising in the reading columns and valuable stuff supplied by men who are actually doing things. But the above two letters certainly contain material very much worth while, and both meet with my fullest approval.
That Speed-of-Fire Proposition and the All-Around Rifle.
C. L. Smith
“How far will it shoot? How many times will it shoot? I know a feller who’s got one will shoot mor’n a mile an' go clean thru you! Shoots fifteen times, too!” Say, did you ever hear anything like that? They hardly ever used to ask, “How fast will it shoot?” tho this would have been much more to the point.
This is a subject which does not receive the attention it deserves. There is seldom a trip on which high-power rifles are used that we do not at times feel the need of a .22 rim-fire. The high-power rifle may, in most instances, be made to serve equally well, provided we have, and understand using, suitable reduced charges.
Mr. Newton's whole mental system must be permeated with high velocity, to judge from the rapid and inaccurate way in which he read or interpreted my remarks on high-power rifles. His reading of it, and my statement, are both printed on the same column, and can speak for themselves.
Having just read Dr. Robert H. MacNair’s letter on "The Small-Bore Shotgun,” I thought that perhaps my own experience might be interesting to him and others who have taken to the small-bore. In 1904 I purchased a Parker 28-gauge. It was the least expensive model the Parker people made at that time, and as near as I can remember it was what was known as a $50 grade.
Having secured one of the new Remington .22 automatic rifles and spent several days in honing off the rough edges of the mechanism, and easing up the trigger pull, eliminating the creep, etc., the next question was to secure the proper Lyman rear peep sight for the arm.
Referring to an article an page 489, November Outdoor Life, said article being signed Wm. Haws, Alberta, I will just have to come back at Mr. Haws and will start well toward the beginning of his answer. There has been adopted by one large and one small nation two special bullets, and while they may be said to be of the same type, still they are not of the same exact form.
Lieut. Whelen Compiles a Table of Charges for the .30-40 Rifle.
CHARGES FOR .30-40 (KRAG) CARTRIDGE.
Editor Outdoor Life
I notice in the April number of Outdoor Life many inquiries as to velocities and pressures of loads for the .30-40 Krag and Winchester rifles. I have compiled the following table from data on hand, and believe that it may be of interest to your readers.
I wrote Outdoor Life for addresses of Old Time Western experts with the S. A. Colts, and they said you were one of them. You remember that last fall you advised me to get a .44-40 S. A. Colts 5½ barrel? I ordered one that had 7½-in. barrel as I thought I could easily cut it off to 5½ inches.
As you know, I am quite interested in the subject of the killing power of high-power cartridges, and as there has been considerable talk in the magazines of the efficiency of the .250 Savage on large game, I thought I would let you know of what I have seen of the work of this bullet on moose.
I noticed in a late issue of Outdoor Life a request about the Springfield service rifle. May I tell the readers of Outdoor Life how I rebuilt a 7-mm. Mauser carbine into a sporting arm? Some time after the Spanish-American war, a friend of mine gave me an old 7-mm.
Am enclosing three targets I shot recently at twenty-five yards, offhand, with .44-caliber New Service Colt, with 7½-inch barrel, hand-loaded shells. I have used about all the best makes of revolvers in nearly every caliber made, but came back to the heavier Colt New Service to do my best shooting.
In the very interesting article in our May number on revolvers, by Ashley A. Haines, we inadvertently failed to mention the original size of the targets published therein. This was a very serious oversight that we regret very much. All the targets except the last—Nos. 3 and 4—were reduced one-half, the last one being published full size.
I have read many discussions on rifles and pistols in Outdoor Life, but never have I seen an article on the Lugar pistol, 12-inch barrel, 7.65 mm., using the 93-grain bullet. I would like to have some information regarding same, as I consider this weapon as dependable a gun for all-around hunting as there is on the market.
Ralph Edmunds’ story of Mexican sheep hunting will be concluded in our July number. Do not fail to read this, the most interesting part of Mr. Edmunds’ hunting story. A true account of a hunt in Lower California, Mex., and an unvarnished description of the country.
I wish to call your attention to your answer to a question asked on page 304 of the March issue, by Chas. W. Hayes, with regard to his .35 cal. Winchester self-loading rifle. He asks for the velocity and energy at various ranges of the model 1905, .35 cal., Winchester self-loading rifle; and the figures you give in the table of ballistics are those for the model 1907, .351 cal., Winchester self-loading rifle.
A SPORTSMAN’S DESCRIPTION IN PEN AND PICTURE OF THE TRY GUN.
RUTH ALEXANDER PEPPLE
The trapshooting department is deeply indebted to Mr. C. G. Williams (“Bill”) for the following article which describes minutely and in detail the mechanism of the try gun of which we have read so much since last year. We feel that this story will be appreciated by our readers, more so on account of the drawing which explains itself.
An uneasy stir—a calm that always precedes a storm—then a biff! boom!! bang!!! and the referee’s encouraging assurance— “Dead”—and the seventeenth annual tournament of the Oklahoma State Sportsmen’s Association was on. It was held April 17, 18 and 19 at Oklahoma City, and between 80 and 90 shooters faced the traps and sent the little saucers flying into kingdom come.
May 29-31 are the dates for the California-Nevada state tournament, to be held at Sar José, Calif., under the management of O. N. Ford, secretary of the San José Blue Rock Club. May 30-June 1, at Waterloo, Ia., will be held the Iowa state tournament under the auspices of Waterloo Gun Club, Lou Witry, secretary.
The Elk, Their Home and Habits, by S. N. Leek, Jackson, Wyo. This is a portfolio of elk scenes photographed by Mr. Leek in and adjacent to Jackson’s Hole, Wyo. There are twelve views (8×6 in.) attractively tipped on heavy brown sepia paper (11×8½ in.), while two pages of interesting descriptive matter adorn the front part of the work.
In our March number of this year we published some verses entitled “Out Fishin’” over the signature of M. J. Webb. Mr. Webo, last winter, in renewing his subscription to Outdoor Life, enclosed these verses in typewriter form, with no name attached to them.
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, A. M. Rapp, Denver, Colorado; publisher, Outdoor Life Pub. Co., Denver, Colorado.