Grey dawn found us sailing in between snow covered mountains towards the head of an uncharted bay. Our speed was necessarily slow and long before we reached the beach we had come down to half speed. Presently the command “get ready the anchor and stand by” was given.
Only a “Sourdough” that’s gone to his rest As sets the red sun in billowy west, He blazed well his trail, so others took heed, And now he is gone on his last stampede. “Only a Sourdough,” is just what they say, “Call the morgue wagon and take him away.”
Twenty-sixth Day.—Breakfast at 5. Clear and cold. We left camp at 7 up a valley south of camp. We first saw a cow and calf caribou, then another cow and then a big Billy about half way up the mountain side. He looked so big and so easy to get, and as I needed one more goat, we could not resist the temptation of going after him and taking the chance of scaring a caribou.
Say! The winter sure has come, pard, An’ it’s me that hates to say There’s a heap of tough ole weather That’s a-headin’ up our way. I can look ahead and see us Pluggin’ thru the bitter cold, When the range lands are all buried Underneath three feet of snow.
I loved Tender Heart after the first time she took me in her lap and smoothed my woolly head with her gentle hand; she hugged me up in her arms and laughed until she almost cried as she looked into my brown eyes and took my long, slender nose between her hands.
Conditions governing deep sea fishing at Santa Catalina Island, Calif., until this season (1916) have been trying enough to have severely tested the serenity of gentle Izaak Walton himself. But after a battle of nearly twenty years, sportsmen have at last won their fight against net fishers and for the first time the huge tuna and marlin and scores of lesser-sized dwellers in the fishing ground surrounding the famous island are protected by law from commercialism.
Recently I gave a lecture to a mixed audience on “A Neutral American on the European War,” and when I was thru some of the listeners said I was on one side, others said I was on the other side, and some claimed that I was on neither side. So I am inclined to think that I balanced things up about even, and that is what I will try to do here.
I am a young man living in a great, city but within touch of the Ozark Mountains, where there are plenty of streams and lakes. Can you advise me what tackle to purchase for Ozark fishing? Make, length and weight of rod? What reel? What lures and size of?— E. R., St. Louis, Mo.
At first thought the bass caster will be inclined to resent the publication of an article upon trolling, asking with fine scorn, “What business has such a paper in a twentieth century magazine, anyway?” I answer, simply, there are times and waters when trolling is legitimate, logical and successful.
I have been a reader of your grand old magazine for lo! these many moons, and as I have failed to see a line from this neck of the woods, decided it was time for me to get a quart of ink and get this off my chest, and me, being a poor night engineer in a light plant, you’ll have to overlook any little errors made, as writing is some foreign to my makeup.
Meeting of National Association of Fish and Game Commissioners.
An important meeting of the National Association of Fish and Game Commissioners was held at New Orleans, La., Oct. 1819, We are indebted to G. W. Field of Boston, Mass., for a copy of the resolutions passed. We believe that in no other manner can we get the true and concrete views of our sportsmen than thru these meetings of our game wardens, and their deliberations should be given powerful weight: Resolved, That it is the opinion of this convention that a definite and comprehensive series of national bird reservations is necessary for proper maintenance of the wild bird life of the continent.
In our part of Nebraska (Loup City) we can get up a little prairie chicken hunt any day from September 1 to December 1. Birds have been plentiful the past fall. It is only necessary to go from five to ten miles out of town. These birds can be found in bunches or from six to a dozen or even many more.
I would like to say a few words in regard to the game laws on grouse in this state. Now the season opens on August 15th, at which time the young birds are only about half grown and some of them not that large, and when you find a covey if you kill the old hen all you have to do is to stay right there and get the whole covey.
State Game and Fish Commissioner W. R. Oates of Michigan has sent us a review of that state’s state game farm from which we extract the following: “Game wardens and their deputies enforcing laws prohibiting the killing of certain game did not prove sufficient power to prevent destruction of game and bird life, and finally the idea of propagation was hit upon.
In spite of the steadily diminishing supply of animals from which the finer furs are obtained, the value of the raw fur production of the United States and Canada has grown enormously in recent years, according to Farmers’ Bulletin 783 Laws Relating to Fur-Bearing Animals, 1916, recently issued by the U. S. Department of Agriculture.
Am writing you for a little information. I have a buck deer that got crippled some time back and wish to slaughter him for holidays. Of course they are just in their breeding season in this country in December and not fit to eat in that stage. Can I castrate this buck this fall and keep him from getting strong and rutting so he would make nice eating? I am quite familiar with the nature of deer as I have a band of my own, but never had experience along this line.
I received your letter after several days of impatient waiting. It is almost impossible to wait for Outdoor Life to come each month. After reading your letter I felt as if I had been a member of your “family” for years. Perhaps you should like to know me better.
I have been a subscriber of your valuable magazine for the last twelve years and have got to be one of the many who look forward each month for its arrival. The stand you have taken for the protection of game and fish should appeal to the heart of every true sportsman who loves the great outdoors.
A few years ago, while hunting deer, I shot two nice bucks, one a large blacktail and the other a goodsized whitetail. They were only about half a mile apart, but at least four miles from camp. We had no pack horses and the country was very rough, so that a wagon was out of the question.
Advice from the Denver office of the Forest Service, U. S. Department of Agriculture, tell us that Messrs. Marshall Peavy, Hoyt Williams, Law Drake, Ben Savage, and John Pulliam, residents of the Deep Creen settlement in Routt county, Colo., were convicted and fined for killing deer before the county court at Steamboat Springs on October 31, the fines and costs amounting to $770.70.
I would like to ask a few questions regarding rabbits. There are a few rabbits here that have white tails about four inches long, fur almost like that of a coyote and which, lope like a horse. They are finely built, have. a very broad back and hips, and are almost half again as large as the common jack rabbit.
The hunting season opened Sunday, and yesterday many complaints of trespassing and damage were registered. At least one valuable animal was killed, a number of other domestic animals were wounded, “no hunting” signs were generally ignored, many fences were pulled down, and in many other respects many of the hunters who were out at the opening of season committed acts that are complained of.—Yakima (Wash.) Morning Herald, Oct. 3. 1916.
Two generations ago the pioneer scout stood on the crest of the silent Rockies and gazed upon the camps of the redskins. He stood silent, thinking. He planned the easiest way to invade and civilize a new country; he chose the smoothest trails and led the settlers on.
As a result of recommendations made by the Secretary of Agriculture, the “Old Kassan National Monument,” consisting of thirty-eight acres within the Tongass National Forest, Alaska, has just been created by presidential proclamation.
Altho the rifle and the revolver were the two chief frontier weapons and daily tools, the knife was not far behind, especially in the old muzzle-loading days. The bowie knife is the one knife typical of America as the cimeter is of the Turk and the Arab, the two-handed sword of the Japanese, or the rapier of the French.
It seems necessary for me to again reply to the article of Mr. Frank S. Washburn in the October Outdoor Life, and his efforts to infer that some of the statements made in my letter were incorrect. I shall endeavor to say “multum in parvo.” Any intelligent reader who has taken the pains to compare the two letters will at once see that Mr. W. has not properly digested my letter, but has rather exposed his limited knowledge—among scientific lines— of the Great American Desert.
The old saddle blanket hangs on the wall, Dirt-stained, greasy and torn. Its once vivid stripes of Navajo hue Are somewhat subdued and forlorn; But it still has the smell—that delectable smell— Of a blanket a cowhorse has worn.
When an Old Timer hangs his Peacemaker .45 up on a nail and elopes with a single-action .38-40 S. & W., and a nice shiny nickel-plated one at that, named “Silver Queen,” then there is something wrong. Must be. Add to this crime a .44-40 nickeled S. & W. double-action, and he is beyond hope.
About a year ago the old ballistic chestnut, “How high will a rifle shoot straight up?” came into print in the columns of Outdoor Life, and various were the answers given—from Chauncey Thomas’ answer of from nine to fourteen miles to a modest five miles.
The owner of a high-power rifle, in a great majority of cases, loses a great part of the enjoyment to be derived from its use unless he reloads his ammunition. Some are so fortunately situated that the cost of ammunition is no object, and they can afford to shoot all they wish with new cartridges.
I take pleasure in reading the letters in your magazine from the boys who love the rod and gun. I get your magazine from the newsdealer each month. I have a little article on guns that may interest the boys. The question comes UP a great many times, which gun will shoot the hardest, the large or small bore? Dr. R. H. Cutler of this city and I tried it out the other day.
In your February (1916) issue I noticed a pistol made by Mr. K. B. Cranford out of a Hamilton rifle. That put an idea into my head to the effect that I could also build one, as I had the rifle and did not use it, as it would not shoot straight as a rifle.
May I say a few words in answer to our friend’s letter on cap-and-ball shooting in the August issue of your magazine. I have used the old-timers with good results. Altho not an expert at revolver shooting I have made some good groups. I would suggest to our friend that if he tries a Colt Navy .36 and loads as I instruct him he will get results that may alter his opinion of his last shoot.
Of all guns I have ever seen, the one pictured herein takes the prize for sheer devilishness. It is a cross between the cylinder of a .38 Smith & Wesson and a wolf trap. It was taken from a criminal some years ago in the Denver police station, fully loaded and cocked and ready for action.
In Outdoor Life for November I notice a query by J. P. Williams of Craig, Alaska, regarding length of barrel of .38 Officer’s Model Colt that we use in our aerial shooting. In reply, beg to say that I prefer the 7½-inch barrel for all around use and have done better work all the way thru our different stunts with this length of barrel than I have ever done with any other, altho I used several 6-inch barrels in this model.
Riflemen in general thruout the entire world will greatly regret to learn of the sudden death of Dr. Franklin W. Mann, of Milford, Mass., which occurred on the morning of November 14, at his home. On November 13, Doctor Mann was supposed to have been in his usual good health, and was about his business and experiments as usual. He retired that night, apparently in good health, but on Tuesday morning was found dead by his family, having died of heart failure.
Now that Chauncy Thomas, A. C. Rowell, G. L. Chester and others have talked over their revolvers, I can’t help putting in my oar. I read Mr. Chester’s article, on the “Elliott type” single shot pistol he would like to see on the market, and agree that it would be a bear for knock-down force.
Regulations Governing the Sale of Arms, Ammunition, Ordnance Stores, and Equipments to Rifle Clubs.
We are in receipt of many inquiries as to the purchase of Krag and Springfield rifles from the War Department. Such purchases are under the statute subject to the rules promulgated by the War Department for that purpose, and these rules are amended from time to time.
By breaking 1,952 out of a possible 2,000 targets thrown from a regulation automatic trap on the grounds of the Montgomery Country Club, Mrs. Ad Topperwein, the famous lady trap shooter, broke all previous trap shooting records. Not only is this the highest score made by any trap shooter out of the above number of targets shot in one day, but we believe it beats any previous record as for the number of shots fired over the trap and targets scored.
Way back in the good old days when Minnesota was twothirds savage and nine-tenths wilderness, I used an Allen pepperbox to hunt squirrels, rabbits and woodchucks. Mind, I don’t say kill; I say hunt. The only way in which I could hit any game with that old pepperbox was to sneak up till I could toss the gun on the animal’s back, and then I often missed.
I am shooting a No. 20 Winchester “pump” gun this season. This is the ninth shotgun of this make that I have owned, and the second of this size. All the rest were “twelves” or “sixteens.” Like all the Winchester goods, the quality and workmanship are of the best, but I can pick about five flaws in the standard 1912 model takedown “20,” all of which could be eradicated by the company.
Experimenting with Loads for the .25-35 and .25-36 Cartridges.
Editor Outdoor Life
The subject of the .25-caliber rifle has been treated at some length in recent issues of Outdoor Life, and similar magazines, and in view of its general popularity, no wonder is felt that so much attention has been given it. Yet little has been written of the .25-35 and .25-36 rifles and cartridges, notwithstanding the fact that these cartridges, owing to their larger size, permit of more variation in loads, and when desired, more velocity and power.
Judging from what Messrs. Morris, Ulrich and MacNab have to say regarding the use of the 5½in. barrel S. A. Colt in the army at one time, I have been caught with the goods right on my person. I can assure them all that I am glad to be set right in this matter and accept the correction in the friendly spirit with which it was intended.
Our Australian correspondent, Henry Walter Fry, has written us as follows: “I see that in answer to my question in the August number of Outdoor Life you say that the .25 Stevens rim fire will do better shooting than the .22 long-rifle. Well, such has not been my experience when trying the two cartridges in two Stevens Favorites at 50 yards.
I write to ask you if Bon Ami will injure the polish or inside of a shotgun barrel.— Jas. Q Funk, Thaxton, Va. Answer.—While we have never used Bon Ami for this purpose, we do not. think it would injure the polish.—Editor. Will you kindly answer thru your magazine the following questions: How much velocity would be lost by cutting four inches from a thirty-inch barrel, Krag rifle? Would it injure accuracy?—H. T. Ludden, Petaluma, Cal.
This is a topic I have never seen discussed in any journal devoted to dogs, especially In the West, and I often think a few suggestions as to how the dog stands in the eyes of the law would be useful and timely to all dog owners. In my official capacity as superintendent of the Denver dog pound, which I have held for a good many years, I have found there is nothing the public are so ignorant about as they are about the laws relating to dogs.
Many attempts have been made by judges of dogs to sketch with the help of artists theoretically perfect dogs, but we must confess with a little pride, none have been evolved, which cause so little criticism as our own theoretically perfect greyhound, an outline cut of which we are running in this issue. This cut does not embody all the minute details I would like to bring out, but I have reason to believe after a lifetime spent in the study of judging dogs, that this is the best example of a theoretically perfect dog that has yet been designed.
This great story will start in our February number, continuing also in March and April. It pertains to a hunt taken last fall in the Cassiar district of British Columbia, the greatest wild game field on this continent, by Mr. Edmunds, now recognized as one of America’s leading big game hunters.