It was a royal day of great jollification when Big Blustering Bretz breezed into Galveston. As his train came to a standstill at the Union Station his presence was made conspicuously noticeable by his voice booming a greeting that apparently ripped the roof off, as Billy Bow-legs expressed it.
Whenever we read of an aeroplane attaining an altitude of 10,000 feet or more we are apt to think that the pilot has penetrated to regions and conditions that are little known. How would you like to live up there? “Impossible?” “Unpleasant?” Not at all.
One winter when I was trapping in the high country between Green River and Wind River in Wyoming, the wolves crossed my trap line (marten traps). Several times in crossing from one valley to the other. It was a hard winter and several hundred elk worked their way up thru the deep snow from the Green River slope and located on the wind-swept slopes above timberline.
November 11th. Weather, clear and warm. Tho all were tired that morning, we got out early. Jake, the good-natured, hard-working guide, and I decided to try for moose. Leaving the other fellows to rest and fix up camp in the forenoon and to make a trip back for part of the luggage, left at the old campsite, in the afternoon, we started immediately after breakfast on a long, hard day’s trip, leaving all surplus luggage in camp.
The columbine is the stateliest and most beautiful of all our American wild flowers. Right now, however, is the columbine of special interest to us. For this stately flower brings home to us in its gentle way the lesson of service to our dear nation, indeed, of service to the world.
Fishing for the lake trout makes a study all in itself, and certain it is that to have success in this form of fishing, for this species, the particular lake one is fishing must be studied, principally as to depth, and only insofar as this is followed up is one successful.
Mighty Uplift, crowned with glory; World of peaks and sheltered vales! Would that one might tell its story— But imagination fails. Sentinel, throughout the ages, O'er the land from sea to sea, Round its brow the blizzard rages; At its feet, tranquility.
The migration of birds and fish has always been of great interest to me and I have often traveled great distances to watch this unusual phenomenon. I have watched the runs of the minnows, the alewives, the candle-fish, the smelt, the mackerel, the herring and the black-fish, with almost wonder; in fact, I not only became greatly interested in this myself, but so influenced others, that when the height of the herring run was on, I had instructions to wire many friends, and we all gathered off the rocky ledges of the Atlantic coast to see the fall run of herring.
It is not kindness when you give a pair of ducks to me. Tho I am fond of canvasbacks and so indeed is she, It does not fill the home with joy to have me enter there And place upon the table white a plump and feathered pair. It does not wreathe her face in smiles such tributes to receive, Nor does she speak in gratitude, instead she starts to grieve; She does not praise the friend who gives, nor wish him better luck, But sullenly she says she'll bet his wife won't clean a duck.
Being the harrowing tale of the Passive Suitor, the Pretty Squaw and the Perplexed Sportsman.
N. H. Crowell
It isn’t every man who would put up as game a fight to win a bride as I did—and then lose her. Nor are they plentiful who will scheme so cunningly to lose the before-mentioned commodity as I have—and then well-nigh win her. There are brides and brides.
I reared your fathers long ago— Big, savage children—from the breast, But in the circle of my glow You sit tonight a haughty guest, For far beyond their artless day Your lofty trail has stretched away. So wise! so wise! But still the child is in your eyes.
A necessity is anything that, if we cannot get it in a sufficient amount within a limited time, we die for the lack of that one thing alone. Everything else is a luxury. But a luxury has a secondary meaning, the one usually meant by that much abused word: Thus, a luxury is merely a finer quality of a necessity.
BY A RECORD vote of 237 for to 49 against, the Canadian treaty migratory bird enabling act passed the House of Representatives on June 6th. This almost five-to-one vote was recorded at the termination of a debate which occupied practically the whole of the sessions of Tuesday and Thursday, marking the most memorable fight that has ever occurred on game legislation in the lower house of Congress.
“A long, slim, strong and swift fish, in every way fitted to the life it leads, that of a dauntless marauder.” In beginning a discussion of muskellunge fishing let me say that I am well aware I must step upon some angling brother’s ichthyic corns before I have finished; however, I am not going out of my way to invite criticism or excite the anger of my compatriots of the rod and pen.
The writer is not fishing for the sport there is in it, but for what money he can make, or what would be more proper, the living there is in it. It will be but natural then, that the commercial end of fishing be discussed in this article, and confined more particularly to the north shore of Lake Superior.
Letter No. 449—Fishing for Wall-Eyes In Early Spring.
Letter No. 450—A Midwinter Fishing Trip.
Letter No. 451—Soft or Hard-Braided Lines.
Letter No. 452—The Merciful Gang Hook.
Letter No. 453—In Defense of DownStreamers.
Letter No. 454—Making and Painting “Plugs.”
Gets the Grease.
F. R. MAXWELL
Editor Angling Department:—I have been an interested reader of your fishing stories in Outdoor Life and would like to have you supply a little information. Where can I secure the wood to make a casting rod, and what kind of wood is best? Also ferrules and handle for the same?
Two years ago this summer we were honored by a visit from the state game warden of Wyoming, Nate P. Wilson. Following our expressed desire for another sheep hunt in that greatest of all sheep hunting states, Mr. Wilson kindly offered to make arrangements and plan a hunt in a section never before visited by us.
Mr. Carlos Avery, our game commissioner of Minnesota, and I went on a duck hunt in October. We went to Cass Lake, Minnesota, I saw more ducks than I had observed in fifteen years. One evening at the hotel some of the sportsmen got together and talked the matter over, and they all agreed that the ducks were increasing.
First gold strike of importance, 17th of August, by Geo. Carmack, Togish Charley, Togish Jim and their three Indian wives, on Bonanza, 15 miles from Dawson, Y. T., Klondyke District. Coldest weather in Yukon, 86° below zero, at Dawson, January, 1918.
Am stopping over here on my way north. I received official notice today of the change in our game laws and thought it might be of interest to you to publish. Game license has been reduced to $25.00; have cut down the quantity, only permits the killing of 1 moose, 2 caribou, 2 goats, 3 sheep (2 of one specie, 1 of another) and there is a charge of $25.00 each on each moose, caribou, sheep and grizzly shot; and $15.00 each on goat, brown and black bear.
Since writing last I believe the Provincial government have practically let out all the game wardens, as anticipated, and transferred the management to a commission of three, with the Provincial police as wardens. It is a great pity; the sportsmen did all they possibly could, but the legislators, who are not sportsmen and do not understand game, nor appreciate the economic value, besides the sentimental value of game, would not listen to reason, so the game is up against it.
I am enclosing a few pictures of our hunt in the fall of 1917. Myself, my father and Art Smith were out eight days, and five of the days were spent going in and coming out, so you see as pictures speak louder than words, we did some business and no cripples were left to suffer and starve.
With what tingling nerves and restless soul the Nimrod gathers together his shells, cleans and oils his gun, ties up his dogs, after proper feeding, of course; calls up John, Tom and Dick, to be sure nothing contributory to their coming pleasure has been overlooked, is only appreciated by those who have been thru this anticipatory mill of preparation, on the day before the opening of the chicken season.
In four hunting trips for sheep in the United States and British Columbia, Robert A. Uihlein of Milwaukee, Wis., has secured seven nice specimens, as shown above, or nearly two sheep to each trip—a record that is far above the average. We hope to see Mr. Uihlein continue his sheep hunting expeditions until he is able to add the two remaining species to his list, namely, the Ovis Dalli of Alaska and the Ovis Nelsoni of Mexico.
How would you like to be hunted down and killed for the crime of another? Suppose an anarchist who lived unwanted and hated in your neighborhood should burn down a house here tonight, and day after tomorrow he should blow up a bridge, and the next night should set fire to several wheat stacks?
At first thought it seems impossible, almost, that deer and sheep could cross-breed, but at times Nature does strange and unusual things, and it is never safe for any one to say that such and such a thing never has, nor never can happen. General rules hold good, of course, but now and then comes a strange and unexpected turn to events that makes us pause.
The St. Crox Bird Club has sent out 500 of the following circular letters calling attention to the economic reasons for bird protection: Stillwater, Minn., April 22, 1918. The United States Bureau of Biological Survey estimates the loss to crops due to insects for one year over one billion dollars, or enough to pay 4 per cent interest on twenty-eight billion of our Liberty Loan, or to put it in other words the crops destroyed each year by insects would feed the entire population of Belgium.
When I was about twelve years old I spent the summer with an uncle on Prince Edward’s Island. My uncle had two boys older than myself, and he owned a twenty-five foot sailboat which he allowed to use any day except Sunday, under no conditions must we go sailing on Sunday.
Eagle Pass, Tex., May 10.—Bodies of two Mexicans found at the ranch home of Frederick Hillcoate in Mexico, who with his wife, son, Garry, and sister-in-law, Miss C. Lemare, were slain a few days ago, gives a clue as to perpetrators of the crime.
During the past few years there have been in Outdoor Life and other journals allusions to the speed with which certain persons could handle various types of the short gun, and being deeply interested in this myself, I devised a simple machine for accurately measuring the time consumed in manually and automatically operating firearms.
Of all the centrally hung hammer guns with which I am acquainted that were nearly proof against the elements, the old rolling-block Remington stands first. I don’t say water could not enter the action, for it could work in around the sides of the hammer and breech block, but notice, please, that wether the hammer was down, half or full-cock — yes, or with breech block open or closed—the receiver was filled in tight and snug except for the joints at sides of the breech block and hammer.
There are at least four kinds of shooting, either with rifle or revolver. Military, target, trick or fancy, and hunting, or actual hitting in the open. Each is a good clean game, and I have not a word to say against any of them, but let no man say that one of them, and just one of them, constitutes the whole shooting world.
Let me say at once, in defense of my modesty, that this effort does not pretend to solve this unsolvable problem, but only to indicate some present day tendencies that seem to me destined to fruition in the near future. The two cartridges—for it cannot be too often insisted that the cartridge is the rifle—that have been most ably supported as the all-around rifle are perhaps the .30 ’06 U. S. Government and the older .32-40.
The December number of Outdoor Life has just come to hand and I have just been enjoying Mr. Thomas' article on the length of revolver and pistol barrels. It’s just the kind of thing that the revolver and pistol enthusiast wants and gives information gained from actual practical shooting experience which one could not get anywhere else.
The substance of Mr. Fry’s article above is that the possible of a pistol (doubtlessly including the revolver?) at 50 yards is a 2½-inch circle. That may have been, and no doubt was, true in Mr. Gould’s time, about twenty odd years ago, as Mr. Fry says.
I once asked a ballistic expert whether the pinch of powder in the bottom of the .38 Special shell could be loaded into the .38 short so that one shell would do for all .38 cartridges. It appeared to be possible because rifle shells can certainly be made smaller and develop the same energy they had with black powder.
I have read several copies of your magazine, along with others of outdoor sports, and wish to say that Outdoor Life is the one best bet. I am some bug myself on this hunting, fishing and gun question, being the owner of every caliber, from a .22 baby hammerless to the .45-70-500.
Announcement is made of the appointment by the Assistant Secretary of War of Major Fred H. Phillips, Jr., of Tennessee, secretary National Rifle Association of America, as assistant recorder of the National Board for the Promotion of Rifle Practice.
The Winchester trapshooting squad toured the Southern states and shot in 43 cities in the same number of shooting days in November and December, 1906. The team, on the whole, shot at 21,400 targets and broke 20,294 for an average of .9483. The work of this team isn’t chronicled among trapshooting records, but it was a record-breaker.
I have been told that in the Far North of Alaska firearms were not as dependable as here as to energy and velocity. Of course, I understand the oiled mechanism could be affected there, but cannot think that it would affect the power of the gun. I will thank you very much for what “dope” you may give on this subject.—H. B. Stotts, Woodstock, Minn.
I have read your gun books and greedily devoured everything you have said in the sportsmen’s magazines recently about the 20-bore shotgun, and just finished your article in the May number of Rod and Gun in Canada, and greatly appreciate your attempts to make a real gun out of the 20-bore.
The dog which we now have called the Irish wolfhound is simply an enlarged edition of the Scottish deerhound. The original dog was not called a wolfhound but a wolfdog, and much more aptly named wolfdog than wolfhound. The characteristics of the original wolfdog of Ireland were simply those of a big coarse rough-looking greyhound.
The remedies advertised to cure distemper are legion, the advertising pages of the English dog journals are inundated with So-and-So’s distemper cure, or compound from Hack’ems Good Old Reliable (the secret formula that was handed down from one generation of game keepers to another), to a two-or-three-day cure.
Will you please inform me as to which of the water dogs is the largest and strongest in the water? What do you know about Dr. R. W. Hoyt’s dogs? Is the Chesapeake larger than the Irish water spaniel? What is the true color of the Chesapeake?—Lee Payne, Opal, Wyo.
We note from a marked copy of The Virginia Game and Fish bulletin that this state has a new dog law, which embodies in it a clause to control and prohibit the night-roaming dog, which has been such a source of trouble, particularly in the sheep growing sections.
A Belgian farmer saved his bacon in an unusual way. He heard that the Germans were coming, so he killed and dressed his one pig, cleaned it, put it into his bed with only a part of the underface exposed, and put a lighted candle at each side of the bed.
You would not think of allowing your son to grow up without giving him an education to fight life’s battles. If he were selected as a member of the football team you would want him to practice and fit himself for the job. In short, you believe in preparedness in everything that pertains to the success of your son’s young life.
With practical instruction received in shooting at moving objects at the twenty aviatic schools that are equipped with traps, American airmen are quite proficient to wage war on the Hun fliers when they take their place in the air with the allied forces.
It is said there are many roads to heaven and it is certainly true that there are many ways of becoming a good rifle shot. In rifle shooting, as in any other sport, the most important qualification that any man can have is a fixed determination to succeed.
Edison has invented a marvelous bullet, according to two negroes who were discussing it the other day. “Yes, sah," one said, “an’ a friend of mine who knows all about it says dis heah man Edison has done gone and invented a magnetized bullet dat can’t miss a German, kase ef dere’s one in a hundred yards de bullet is drawn right smack against his steel helmet.