To write a lion story requires that the author should have had but little experience with his subject, else the reflections will not fit the preconceived ideals of the reader, for lions are not nearly so dangerous as generally painted by story writers, most of whom have had but limited experience with the socalled king of beasts.
Ever since members of the Tuna Club of Avalon, Santa Catalina Island, California, have successfully taken swordfish with rod and reel it was my ambition to visit there and connect with one of these huge, powerful fighting game fish.
Old Satan, we are told, in Hades chained, And for thousands of years he there remained; That he never complained, nor did he groan, But determined to start a hell of his own, Wherein he could torment the souls of men Without being chained in a prison pen; So he asked the Maker if he had on hand Anything left when he made the land.
After our success on goats we packed up and started for the caribou barrens, which we could plainly see in the distance. Dan walked ahead, leading the bell horse, while Pete brought up the rear in order to watch the packs. Dennis usually walked with Pete and they talked constantly in their native language.
Being a humble attempt to portray the attractivity of live bait fishing in the gloaming.
The black bass is pre-eminently the people’s fish. The black bass is getat-able. Thanks to the efforts of state and federal fish commissions, streams that knew him not a decade or two ago now are populated and good fishing No fish lends itself more admirably to cultural purposes, and because of the labors of good Doctor Henshall, “the father of the black bass,” the methods of propagation are well known.
In the heart of the state of New Mexico there is a mountainous district with an altitude of from 8,000 to 10,000 feet, comprising, for the most part, a large natural forest and game reserve, called the Pecos division of the Santa Fe National Forest.
Ye hunters of the antlered lords that roam where mountains rise, who seek no greater earth rewards than horns of monster size, does not your memory oft wing back to days long ago when you were boys and loved to track the rabbits thru the snow? You’d face that zero breath of Lear’s stirred by his breezy wings, nor care how sharp on nose and ears you felt the frosty stings.
There is always a lot of fun in geting your traps in shape at the coming of spring. That is one of the delights of a hobby; in hours away from business you can always have something interesting to occupy you. The matter of a suitable uniform for our craft is worthy of a good deal of consideration, summer or winter, and coats suitable for fishing have troubled the minds of a good many of us.
I’ve thought oftentimes when the air was clear, and a colorful vision stood Arrayed on the dawn’s panoramic screen so convincingly grand and good, "What would I not give for the skill to paint and enshrine this vision so fair! So another heart bowed down might find a solace and blessing there?”
A woman hater is a man who does not care to become the silent partner in a twin factory. Perhaps he has other things to do than to sprinkle squalls and noiseless swear words over the nut shells on the floor between midnight and dawn. Not all men can best serve their race with their muscles and loins.
An Oklahoma editor tells of an old Indian that came into his office to subscribe for the paper. The editor took the money, then the Indian wanted a receipt. The editor tried to talk him out of it, but Mr. Indian insisted on getting the receipt. After making it the editor wanted to know why he was so persistent about wanting a receipt.
Letter No. 292.—A Further Discussion of Muskie Casting.
Letter No. 293.—A Rainbow and an Invitation.
Letter No. 294.—What Became of the Trout?
Letter No. 295.—On Salt Water Fishing.
Letter No. 296.—A Rejoinder.
Letter No. 297.—Stone Fly Nymphs Good Fish Bait.
Letter No. 298.—A Big Columbia River Sturgeon.
Letter No. 299.—A Trout Problem.
Letter No. 300.—Did These Trout Lack Air?
Letter No. 301.—An Unusual Wall-Eye.
I thank you very much for your good letter re muskie casting baits. (See February Outdoor Life, Letter No. 285.) Now, I do not want to bore you with another letter when you must receive so many along the same line, so, if you wish, you may throw this in the wastepaper basket and I will still be in your debt.
As to who first succeeded in whittling out an artificial lure that would attract fish history sayeth not. Many individuals claim to have been the original discoverers of the “plug,” even as many communities claim to have been its birth place.
If experience is the most valuable teacher, then the sooner we submit to her tutelage, the quicker we will have our lessons learned. I mean simply this—we must learn how to repair worn, damaged and broken tackle, by repairing; so we must to the work at once.
In comparison with the Old World, there is a dearth of American literature upon the subject of the pike family; indeed, I know of no single work dealing with the pickerel, pike and muskellunge. Here and there, as in McCarthy’s “Familiar Fish,” Rhead’s “The Book of Fish and Fishing,” Henshall’s “Favorite Fish and Fishing” and “Bass, Pike, Perch and Others,” Rhead’s “Bait Angling for Common Fishes,” and books of that ilk, we find short chapters dealing with one or all members of the family.
I Make “O. W. S.’ Talk Upon Some New Kinks In Fishing Tackle.
The other morning, having a little spare time on my hands, I dropped into O. W.’s study. He, as usual, was heels over bald head in work, but looked up, freezing a grin on as he did so for he at least always tries to appear glad to see me. I knew he was annoyed, but what business has a man being an angling editor unless he can talk whenever we fellows feel like it?
"And what’s a crowdad?” Out of the mists of memory comes a feeling of horror, of unmingled dismay that anyone in the world, anyone civilized or uncivilized, should know so little about a “crawpappie” as to call it a “crowdad.” No, you’re right, there is no such thing as a “crowdad.” But for the kid who has ambled his way along the sumacfringed paths of old Missouri, who has imitated the catbird in the blackberry patch, who has sneaked upon the great bullfrog, sunning himself in the pool against the “yonkepin pond,” left there by the last, lazy cow, who has made the slide down to the ol’ swimmin’ hole, who has lived and breathed and been one of God’s little unkempt creatures of the wild, back there in Ol’ Missou—or Indiana, or Iowa, or Illinois, or any of the other Central Western states for that matter, there is such a thing as a crawdad, a thing that spells happiness and memories that will never fade.
I can pretend to no very expert knowledge of the hibernation of bears, yet believe that I have some knowledge of facts relating to it, gathered from personal experience and much conversation with many white and Indian trappers. The opinion commonly held that bears exhaust their supply of fat during the winter’s sleep I have long held to be quite erroneous.
As we go to press with this number the Third National Conference on Game Breeding and Preserving is being held at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, New York City. These gatherings are held under the auspices of the Department of Game Breeding and Preserving of the Association.
In answer to the requests of numerous readers that we ask our authors of big hunting stories to give us the expense items of their trips, especially on trips where the cost reaches into many hundreds of dollars, we append herewith the items of cost of a trip in the Cassiar District of British Columbia, the trip just described in the current and two preceding ones by Ralph Edmunds.
There are many publications issued by game and fish protective associations, to stimulate interest. Among these may be mentioned “Fish and Game News,” the organ of the Fish and Game Protective Association of Southwestern Ohio, and “The Pine Cone,” the official bulletin of the New Mexico Game Protective Association.
Forest Service Cites Examples of How Deer Congregate on Protected Areas.
The theory that wild deer will quickly recognize and take advantage of areas protected against hunting is confirmed by a report just received from Chas. H. Jennings, forest supervisor at Alamogordo, N. M. According to the report, M. L. Cadwallader, less than a year ago, posted and started to patrol a large pasture in the Sacramento Mountains against hunting.
Ned Frost’s article on “Hunting the Big Horn” in the December Outdoor Life had peculiar interest for me, as he mentions my name. Permit me to endorse what you say as to his truthfulness in your appended editorial note. What he says about the yearling ram coming up to us is true, and I enclose a photograph of the little fellow taken at the time.
Females of the Deer Family Should Never Be Killed.
William R. Oates, state game warden of Michigan, is making a strong fight for the enactment of a buck law in his state. There is no argument in favor of killing the females or young of any members of the deer family, any more than that a farmer should sell off his heifer calves and ewes in the same proportion as his bull calves and wether lambs; and we hope that the great state of Michigan will record its vote on the side of sensible and sane legislation in this respect.
Tradition says that the king snake kills the rattlesnake and devours him, but just how he goes about it and manages to kill and swallow him has, so far as I can learn, never been fully observed until recently. Nature colors all her wild children, insects, fish, birds, animals and reptiles with a very definite purpose in view, and just why the king snake is colored with black and white bands of equal width from his head to his tail, will plainly appear in the course of this narative.
It may seem strange that after the wonderful success attained that Colonel Cody should have died a poor man. But it isn’t a matter of any wonder to those who knew and worked with him. The same qualities that insured success also insured his ultimate poverty.
In my February article I mentioned, among other things, that it was my intention to test out the big .44-40 and .45-caliber revolvers with DuPont No. 3 Pistol powder and report results in the March number oi Outdoor Life. I had been promised cartridges in the sizes mentioned loaded with the new DuPont powder and had every reason to believe that the ammunition would reach me in time, but have been disappointed.
The Service Rifle and the Battle Sight—Comments Provoked at Reading R. E. Herrick’s Article on the Subject.
Editor Outdoor Life
In reading the February issue of your valuable magazine I was particularly interested in the article by Mr. Herrick of Idaho on the “Battle Sight in Service.” I have been using the battle sight on the Service Springfield for about four years, and during that time I have had opportunity to observe about 700 other men using the same sight, both at target and on game.
Addenda to “Bill’s” Article, “How High Will a Rifle Shoot?”
Editor Outdoor Life
As a sort of check on, and also as a comparison with the figures given in the article, “How High Will a Rifle Shoot?” the writer wishes to bring to the notice of the readers of Outdoor Life the following taken from the Journal U. S. Artillery, November-December number.
A Springfield Blows Up—Probably From Careless Use.
Editor Outdoor Life
I am sending you under separate mail, negative of a new Springfield rifle that burst under peculiar circumstances. This rifle was fired by W. H. Storey, member of our rifle club, and did not burst on the first shot, but at the second shot, about five seconds after the first shot was fired.
With the king permission of the editor I will try to describe a very accurate and reliable target pistol made by me from the barrel of the wellknown and very accurate Model 1902 Winchester single-shot rifle. To my notion this is one of the most accurate, inexpensive rifles made in the United States today.
Will Mr. Chas. Askins kindly answer the following questions: (1) I wish to purchase a heavy gun for sea duck and goose shooting, either 8 or 10gauge, and desire to use heavy loads. I prefer the Parker to other American makes. What weight would you advise for such guns?
I have owned and used a lot of six-guns, and at present have a target model S. & W., .38 Special. The accuracy of this gun has never been disputed, but there has been a lot of criticism concerning its power one of your contributors even comparing it with a .22.
I am a constant reader of your valuable magazine and take great pleasure in reading the different views of the brothers about the scatter gun. In the January number, on page 86, Mr. Whittemore of California exactly expresses my views about the Winchester 20-gauge.
I note in the January issue of Outdoor Life where Roy O. Cole of Maynard, Neb., asks a series of very important questions of the editor, and as I consider the answer to many of them entirely inadequate, I feel constrained to answer them myself.
Here is a bunch of miscellaneous items (junk?) that occurred to me during the last shooting season, and I send them to you in doubt. I don’t know whether or not you will wish to publish the whole article, so if you think the article, or any part of it, might be taken as a reflection on the policy of the War Department as regards the rifle clubs, use the blue pencil without fear or favor.
Effect of 20-Mile-an-Hour Wind on a Certain Bullet.
Editor Outdoor Life
In your December issue, page 604, Mr. Carrol Thomas asks for information regarding effect of 20-mile-perhour wind on the .35 W. R. A. Co. automatic bullet. Computing the ballistic coefficient from the drop in velocity over 100 yards, as givin in the Winchester catalog, and applying formula 11, page 241, of “British Text Book of Small Arms,” after computing time of flight, we get:
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.
Which is the best rifle for big game, such as moose and sheep—the Ross .280 or the Springfield ’06, provided one can obtain the latter? I have a .45-70, model 1886, Winchester featherweight. What is the comparison between this gun and the Winchester .405 model ’95.—W. F. Connolly, Cresco, Iowa.
WHEN the House of Heddon originated and brought out the pioneer wiggling bait ten years ago, we started something. And now we have finished it—in our 1917 Baby Crab Wiggler. We thought it perfect before, but now we have ultra perfection. This bait, traveling backward like a live crab, is today fish-sure, snagless, 98% weedless—and casts like a bullet.
This literary gem by one of America’s greatest writers will be the feature of our May number. Mr. Thomas was the last newspaper man to talk to Buffalo Bill, who was free in conversing on his conquests, his trials, his experiences of the West, with the scribe.
This exhibition, held in Denver February 22nd, 23rd and 24th, was undoubtedly the most popular, the best attended, and attracted the highest class of entries for many years; but what was most important of all was the financial success. Walter Cecil Cox judged all classes and specials, except Boston terriers.