Author of “Rifle and Shotguns, ” “Camping Out,” “The American Hunting Dog,” etc.
Lieut. Warren H. Miller
“Injin !” grinned Big John, “What good are you?” Nyapu cracked a merry smile and shook his head, his black eyes glinting humorously at the great, redheaded cowman. He was deaf and dumb, and he only knew that Big John was kidding him. Stick, the outdoor artist, made a sudden move to draw attention to himself.
On Sunday, September 1, which was the day follOAving our hunting on the Darrens above Harris Creek, when Harry James killed his bull caribou, we folded our tents and quietly slipped aAvay, following down Harris Creek and camping on the Avest bank of the Genere.
There has been considerable discussion among scholars during recent years as to whether or not a monkey could be taught to talk. A certain learned professor went to tropical Africa a few years ago to study the chimpanzee, the highest type of the apes and the nearest approach to man among all the members of the monkey tribe.
There was a time, a good many years ago, that one could wander off almost anywhere in the Puget Sound region and pick up a good bag of ducks. But times have changed : one cannot tramp about at will over the country as of old. The wilderness has been reclaimed, and in its reclamation the owners have jealously guarded the wild fowl.
It was in the early spring of 1017 that I first met Jack Warren. I was on my way to Kimberly Lake, at that time being quite busy with the spring trapping, and met him at the foot of Fraser Hill. He was a Dominion fire ranger in the summer months and was just making his first trip for that year.
Men are rather selfish devils when it comes to sharing their sports, and I had it brought forcibly to mind on my last outing. My work takes me afield a great deal, and as I sure like to go, my work and I get along first rate. I was sitting at home before the little open fireplace, one of those cheerful little things that toast your face but makes no impression upon the chill playing tag along your backbone, and was checking over my supplies to my wife.
It seems to me I’d like to go Where bells don’t ring nor whistles blow, Nor clocks don’t stride, nor gongs don’t sound. And I’d have stillness all around. Not real stillness, but just the trees’ Low whisperings, or the hum of the bees, Or broods’ faint babbling over stones In strangely, softly tangled tones.
“We all skin ’gators in summer and Yanks in winter.” Dozing aboard the train from Jacksonville to Fort Myers this remark by a young cracker brought me suddenly back to full wakefulness and I soon learned that he was describing to a couple of girls how the natives “plucked” the Northern people who visit Florida in winter.
Some years since, when game was more plentiful than now, I owned a farm on one of the many beautiful little lakes in Northwest Iowa. I had a renter on the farm but retained one room in the house for my personal use. When tired of office drudgery I would disappear from town and rejuvenate life’s flagging energies by spending a few days at the farm, enjoying the fine shooting and fishing.
Towards the end of the second battle of the Marne, in August, 1918, the 26th Division, to which my regiment belonged, was withdrawn from the firing line and placed in a so-called rest area in the neighborhood of Chatillon-surSeine, to take stock of losses, refit, and get ready for the next round at St.
Late Donations to the Colorado Museum of Natural History
The Colorado Museum of Natural History is a very lucky institution these days. It has just completed a wing to its building in Denver City Park, at a cost of nearly $100,000, the gift of Mrs. Ellen M. Standley, and hardly has this very pretentious addition reared itself skyward before we receive word of the very generous donation of $100,000 given to the museum by Mr. Harry C. James and his sister, Mrs. Lemen of Denver, for the erection of another wing.
I sat beneath a giant oak one last sunshiny (lay in the fall. An acorn dropped to the ground with a gentle thud; a vagrant breeze shook the gnarled limbs in passing and a shower of acorns fell. My subconscious mind took note of this happening and asked: Why does the acorn fall? Why does it fall down? Why not up? Why not off to one side? Why fall at all? I could not answer.
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes and cares, To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood And view the haunts of Nature.
less than one hundred, nor more than two hundred dollars and costs for each deer or moose or part thereof so sed, consumed, served or had in possession in violation hereof.”
Boost Boy Scouts.
How Many Shooters in the United States Today.
A Second English Sparrow Pest.
Nebraska Increases Wardens.
Game Laws Obeyed in Texas.
R. P. HOLLAND
“More Game!” IS OUR game holding its own? Is it increasing? Or is it gradually losing ground, in spite of everything we are doing? These are things the sportsman must know. A letter is being sent by the American Game Protective Association to the game departments of the different states, with the desire to aid and promote a uniform plan for securing more definite information as to game resources.
One searches angling books in vain tor a plain, informational discussion of the proper reel for bass fly-fishing; if by any chance the matter is mentioned, it is casually, and after this fashion,— “The proper reel for fly-fishing is—.”
There are three things I never discuss seriously and wisely with the other fellow, viz : Religion, politics and fishing. However, I have my own private opinion regarding each. My reason for not trying to discuss them is this : I feel that I am not blessed with a sufficient amount of intelligence to do either of the subjects justice.
BeingSome Advice Regarding Flies From the Two First Books on Angling.
O. W. Smith.
One can but wonder how many adepts with fuzzy wuzzy lures, not to mention the thousands of mediocre fly artists, realize what an ancient game is theirs. In that first English book upon angling, “A Treatyse of Fysshynge Wyth An Angle,” by Dame Juliana Barnes, written in the earlier half of the fifteenth century, we find on page 23 of the W. Satchell & Co., imprint, these words : “From Aprili tyll September ye trough lepyth, thenne angle to hym with a dubbyd hoke accordynge to the moneth.”
Letter No. 555—Make Your Own Angling Hook and Leader Knot.
Letter No. 556—Tackle for Light and Heavy Trout Fishing.
Letter No. 557—Answering a Trout Problem.
Letter No. 558—Just Hrook Trout.
Letter No. 55»—The Whole Art of Fishing.
I wrote the ole Anglin’ Editor of this magazine a letter the other day and after all my trouble the “Honery Cuss” isn’t going to have it printed, or at least I don’t think he is. If he don’t have this one printed, you fellows let me know and I will see to it he does.
It was the first clear morning after a week of heavy snowfall in January, 1915. I put my snow-shoes on to go out and fix up my traps that I had set for marten—in the Nit-Nat River Valley on Vancouver Island B. C.—when I came to think that I had better take my bitch out for some air and exercise.
Recently we have had some quite extensive discussions thru the mail with one of our best-known American biggame sportsmen with regard to the Ovis nelsoni sheep of the Southwest. It seems many sportsmen have fallen into the wrong impression that the mountain sheep of lower California (Mexico) is called the Ovis nelsoni.
It is estimated there are about twenty thousand elk in Jackson’s Hole—the last large herd of big game in the United States, which is rapidly going the route of the buffalo. I have been a close observer of the elk conditions here for a number of years, and must say that they are decreasing at an enormous rate, and the conditions are frightful.
I have just returned from a hunting trip in Idaho on which I killed three bears — a large brown and a couple of 2-year-olds. The big one’s hide measured 7⅛ ft. long and 6⅛ ft. wide. The bears didn’t begin to come out until the first part of May. I also killed three coyotes on this trip.
Sportsmen all over America will be interested in the unique “Sportsmen’s Headquarters” which has just been opened in New York by the Winchester Repeating Arms Company, on Fifth Avenue at Fortieth Street. Sportsmen’s Headquarters provides a national meeting place and exchange for sportsmen, trap shooters, anglers, gun club members, hunters, guides—in fact, all who are interested in the great outdoors.
The beaver is a fur-bearing animal of great value to the people of this state. This harmless animal builds dams at the headwaters of our mountain streams and spring runs ; this conserves the waters in such localities that the moisture from flood water and melting snows is held back for future use in the dry part of the season for irrigation below on the farms and in our reservoirs.
I have done quite a lot of hunting here (Yenang young, upper Burma) and am just getting over a mauling by a bull bison that charged me in a bamboo jungle after shooting him twice with a .404 Jeffery ; out he was some sick bull. In this, however, he did not have a thing on me for, I was sick too.
I am sending you a photopraph of two rams and a goat that were killed by my brother and myself in 1914, on Fording River, north of Michel, near the Alberta-British Columbia line. The present measurements of the big head at right of picture are: Circumference at base of horn 16% in.;
About two months ago two of my large malamutes were lost at night and killed a porcupine about fifty feet from our cabin. When I found them in the morning there was nothing left of the porky but a piece of skin and quills about the size of your hand.
Refers Trapping Applications to Forest Supervisor.
The following is one of the provisions of an agreement entered into between Smith Riley, district forester of this section, and W. T. Judkins, state game warden of Wyoming. We believe a similar agreement has been signed by Mr. Riley with other states: “No permits will be issued by the state game warden authorizing the trapping of fur bearing animals within the Bighorn, Shoshone, Washakie, Medicine Bow and Hayden National Forests and that portion of the Black Hills National Forest which is located in the state of Wyoming until the application for such permit has been submitted to and approved by the forest supervisor concerned.”
April’s issue of Outdoor Life contained a short article by G. A. Tremper of Montana setting forth the big fact concerning the depredations of predatory animals, including birds of prey. On one of the numbers of the Arms and the Man, I wrote a similar article.
El Comancho:—Your article, “Sign Talk,” in March Outdoor Life has struck a sympathy chord in my makeup. In my life on the range years ago and on my ranch in later years I have gathered some treasures of thought you possess. Where did I get them? From the wild things as you call them—from the wounded buck, the fluttering grouse— the coyote, bobcat and wolf securely held in the stiff jaws of a trap.
I was much interested to read the correspondence between Dr. E. W. Nelson and Mr. Quarles relative to pole-traps for “predatory” birds which have a habit of visiting game farms. While predatory birds kill some hand-raised game, there are not enough of them to be really harmful, whereas rats and mice take a heavy toll.
There is an old saying that fur is good any month that has an “It” in it. Some trappers evidently believe it, for they begin with September—first fall month with an “It.” High up in the mountains and the Far North they, of course, have a little value.
When to “Case” Your Trapping Catch and When Not To.
After the animals have been trapped the first thing to do is to skin them— remove their pelts. There are two ways of doing this, the “casing” method and the “open” method. The former, as the name suggests, means peeling the pelt from the animal’s body so that when it is finally removed it is tubular in shape.
The actual shipment of furs is one of the most important phases of the business of trapping, and it must be done right if the trapper is to realize the full, high value that pells are bringing in the St. Louis market today. Before giving a formula for packing furs it might be well to list a few “don’ts” for the benefit of the young trapper, who is likely to do the very things that these “Don’ts” aim at.
Brass Cartridge Cases (?) as Used in Big Guns by the Germans.
Note.—The - magazine published an article, part of which read : ‘‘A correspondent of this magazine informs us that the Germans are using brass cartridge cases in their twelve-inch guns.” The above is a truth of necessity in Germany, but in order to understand why this is true, one must study the types of big guns as built by the various countries.
I noticed the query and answer in the September number of Outdoor Life concerning a .45 Colt single-action revolver which grouped its shots about six inches to the left at 25 yards, and, believing that the subject is one which can be considered to greater length, 1 have been tempted to trot out the little typewriter again and give it a moderately good pounding.
The great event of the rifle world, the National Matches of 1919, have been held and are now in the memory of those who participated in them, or at least the discomforts occasioned by rain, mud and mosquitoes. “Devil-Dogs,” “Doughboys,” “Gobs,” National Guardsmen, civilians and high school boys were mobilized at the Navy Rifle Range at Caldwell, N. J., and one and all claimed this years matches to be the greatest in attendance at the worst range possible for the hand of God and man to devise.
With regard to the letter on old cap-and-ball sixshooters, by G. F. Bateman in the June number, it is not very difficult to identify the two revolvers illustrated therein. The larger one is a Colt .44-cal., single-action revolver, Model 1848, of which the official name is the Old Model Army pistol, but commonly known as the Dragoon revolver, altho only a certain number had “Dragoon” engraved upon the cylinder.
Time and again I am asked this question: “What is the best sixgun?” The question seldom is as briefly worded, often it covers several inked or penciled pages, but when boiled down, they all ask the above question. My one and sole answer is: “It depends.”
Mr. E. F. Stevenson in his article “An Explanation Requested” in the August issue sometimes directly and sometimes indirectly, and by implication, conveys the general idea that Chauncey Thomas, in his various writings in this magazine on guns, revolvers and ballistics over the past five or six years is incorrect, unreliable and even deliberately partial in favor of his personal friends; and especially so in regard to his native city, Denver.
Mr. E. L. Stevenson’s article, “An Explanation Requested,” in the August number of Outdoor Life referring to past performances of Denver revolver shooters and C. M. McCutchen as an individual, and questioning the correctness and reliability of various articles by Chauncey Thomas, is my only reason for submitting the following: The fact that Mr. Stevenson was able to find a match in which Mr. McCutchen was low man on the team and also discover that the Denver Revolver team was third in the Indoor U. S. R. A. matches in 1918, indicates that he passed over many a winning score.
For the past month or so I have been constantly running across references in the various outdoor magazines to a new series of bolt-action rifles to be placed on the market by our three larger firearms manufacturers, presumably the Winchester, Remington and Savage companies.
Erythema is inflammation of the skin, but primarily to the eye of the observer it is a redness of the skin (especially noticeable in white dogs) which has various forms—all that is signified by plushing will give one a good idea of what erythema looks akin to.
Why Not a State Championship Event for Rifle Shooters?
A Code of TrapshootingEtiquette.
To Shoots in Aeroplane.
Still Learning to Shoot.
New Trapshooting Clubs.
Seavey Out for Olympic Team.
PETER P. CARNEY
Ten state championships and two fixtures are among the 60 trapshooting tournaments registered by the American Trapshooting Association to take place during July. During the months of April, May and June the championship title was shot for in 33 states and in quite a number the champions of other years have given way to newcomers. Joe Chatfield repeated in Arkansas for the third straight time; R. D. Morgan and William M. Foord repeated in Maryland and Delaware, while Frank Wright, in New York, and Clarence Platt, in New Jersey, returned to the champions’ class. Wright was the New York champion in 1914 and Platt was the New Jersey representative in 1917.