WE remained at Cottonwood Creek on the 15th of October, having a good cleanup preparatory to our trip after moose. The sheep capes were inspected and re-salted. They had kept in perfect condition and were drying out nicely. Lodge cooked a liberal supply of bread in Bill's large oven, and very good bread it was, too.
The moon shears up on Tahoe now, The panther leaps to the tamarack bough; She crouches, hugging the crooked limb, She hears the nearing steps of him Who sent the little puff of smoke That stretched her mate beneath the oak. Her eyes burn beryl, two yellow balls, As Fate counts out his last footfalls.
Little children of nature, your mother is dead, For the hunter has found her his aim; And long will you lie on your moss-covered bed And wait for her coming in vain. The cougar will scream in the dead of the night, When the wind is a wail in the pine, Then trembling you’ll call for your mother in fright, You’ll call, but no answer is thine.
Two Oklahoma sportsmen invade Wyoming’s wilderness and draw some lucky numbers on big game—also a glorious time with Steve Elkins as guide
Tom J. Hartman
ONCE more "the melancholy days have come." The forest has changed from green to gold. A tinge of frost is seen on the grass each morning. The blackbirds and the crows fly about in flocks, and their call can be heard above all other sounds on the early morning air.
Claude P. Fordyce M. D. THE popularity of vagabondage a la automobile is firmly established. One need not reason far for the causes : Most every family owns some sort of motor car or has one at his disposal, which solves the vacation problem of how to “get there,” and it places the highway voyager quite independent of railroads, hotels and garage rentals—cheapening travel.
For almost a year—nearly 365 days, and some nights—I had studied about pike—wall-eyed pike, northern pike and other pike. This was occasioned by a failure the year before to get any response to an effort at one of the most promising places for pike that it was ever my pleasure to see.
AFTER reading in a number of Outdoor Life a year or two ago Maj. Charles S year Moody’s very entertaining article entitled “Just Four Dogs,” my memory has been turning backward to “Just Five Dogs” that have come into my life of three score and sixteen years.
The author describes some personal touches employed in his work-some interesting experiments described
Robert Page Lincoln
PROBABLY no fly tied by the angler is more life-like as to form than the socalled detached-bodied fly. The ordinary flies that are bought in the stores are without these gentle up-curling bodies as identified with the family of insects known as the ephemeridae, in which are found the drakes and the May-flies, on which, in season, the trout feed so greatly.
The various live baits—how to capture and care for them
Keeping worms is not difficult and it becomes really interesting. A few can be kept in a can or pail, providing the earth is changed now and then, but it is far better to build a real “wormarium.” A half barrel or good tight box of, say, 18 inches by 2 feet or so.
They say that anticipation is oftimes better than realization, but I doubt if you could make Doc, Red and myself believe it. At any rate, after many days and nights of anticipation, lasting thru months, we finally arrived at the stage of figuring out the grub list and setting the date for our departure, that being May 30, 1920.
am enclosing herewith a few pictures of some of our trout catches made in Glacier Park this past summer. We were in the park the last two weeks of June, and the fishing was not the best at that time on account of high water. The best fishing in Lake McDonald was at the inlet where McDonald Creek empties into the lake.
This is just another fisherman’s story. A pipe and tobacco have something to do with it. Somehow when a man’s in the worst luck, a few pulls at the little old pipe help to buck up his courage, make him able to grin and yell, “Next!” But the story: The late William Marion Reedy went tuna fishing off the Pacific Coast.
LIFE is a winding trail that leads to the "Great Beyond," and no one knows just no one just how and when the end is going to be reached ; it is to a very great extent a gamble, tho in some instances it is seemingly all “doped” out before the game begins.
Letter No. 727—Leader Knots and Fly-Tying Material
BREAK THE MATCHES
O. W. S.
i just got from you “Practical Dry-Fly Fishing” (Gill). Now, is there a good, well-illustrated volume by an American writer upon the subject? I don’t like the long drawn-out dissertation upon the English side of it. What is Perry D. Frazer’s address?— T. H. J., Yakima, Wash.
Table Showing Pellets in Patterns, Different Gauges, Chokes, Sizes
Striking Energy Per Pellet, Different Ranges
Capt. Chas. Askins
E. M. Sweeley
The Winchester shot as above given is of Tatham's shot has long been known as standard size, increasing in diameter a hunstandard also, differing little from the Win dredth of an inch to the number, which chester. We will give Tatham's sizes and some seems to be about the best plan possible.
As a general rule one can tell how much a man knows about the six-gun by the trigger pull and the sights. The finer the sight and the lighter the pull, the less a man knows about the one-hand gun, is almost universally true. The beginner is apt to blame everything except himself for lack of accuracy.
Editor Outdoor Life :—Enclosed is a photo of a Springfield sporter belonging to a shooting friend in Washington, D. C., showing the three kinds of sights with which he has furnished it, namely : a Lyman rear sight on the rear end of the bolt for sporting work only, a Lyman No] 48 for target work, and a telescope sight, removable when either of the two others are to be used.
enclose photograph of (upper) a Webley & Scott English Editor Outdoor Life:—I enclose photograph of (upper) a Webley & Scott English signal pistol, double action, 1½-inch bore. If Chauncey Thomas will allow me to load with BB shot I can beat his scores on tin cans with this gun. The lower gun shown is a French 5.5 mm.
This picture shows a modest but enthusiastic hunter and woodsman of Idaho, James R. Gill, who has 71 bear notches on his rifle, and who last fall spent two weeks hunting in Chamberlin Basin, a section contiguous to the Salmon River. On this trip Mr. Gill killed three bears (two of them with one shot), one goat and a deer—the latter being shown in the cut.
I AM writing a short reply to Madame M. S. Brown of California; writing not in criticism, but in commendation. She either has a husband who knows a good deal about guns and doesn’t like to write, or else she has an unusual knowledge of guns herself for a woman.
FOR some years many of us have not been entirely satisfied with the existing bullets of expanding type that have been furnished for small caliber rifles of the ultra high velocity type, particularly the .30 caliber pointed expanding bullets.
THE article entitled "Sighting a Rifle" in the February number raises some questions of interest, and it seems to me there is one clear error in the question and a corresponding error in your answer. In part 4 of the question there appears a table of angles of departure reading in feet.
Which of the two loads, .38 Special or .32-20, has the greatest power and range for accuracy when used in a revolver? What is the maximum velocity and maximum energy and accurate range of the .44 Smith & Wesson Special?—Floyd Rawlings, Salt Lake City, Utah.
Our bears seemed to be locoed this season (1920). Several persons whom we know have been attacked by them. Clarence Thompson was killed in April by one. Two men now in Tenokee each had a scrap. I know the men well. They are reliable. Both assured me the bears had gone out of their way to charge them.
In December, 1918, I was invited to accompany my friend Wilson on a hog hunt. A lawyer friend (from Indianapolis), Bowser, Wilson and I made up the hunting party. The morning was fine, the air cool and bracing. Under the skillful driving of Bowser the 36 miles to the Tortillite mountains was made in record time leaving the lawyer and Bowser with the machine, Wilson and I proceeded up the slope of the nearest range of foothills, Wilson traveling east up a draw dividing two parallel ridges.
I am contemplating the use of the bow and arrow, such as is used by Ned Frost and others for shooting bear and other large game. I want to give the bow a trial on our big brown bears— that is, if it is a formidable enough weapon. I have shot six brown hears since you were in Cordova (August-September, 1918.—Ed.) ; none of them were large, but all were in good shape (pelts, I mean).
I have been an enthusiastic sportsman all my life; have lived for the last eighteen years in California, but spent the most of my life between the Mississippi River and the crest of the Rocky Mountains; have hunted, fished, trapped and mined.
have been reading with much interest the various articles in Outdoor Life concerning the cause of broken points on the horns of big-horn or mountain sheep. If you can spare the time I wish you would kindly go into the shop of my taxidermist in Denver and take a look at two pairs of horns removed from rams killed by myself and partner on a recent hunt in the Altar country of Sonora, Mexico.
We have all read and talked back and forth for years on the subject of whether or not a mountain lion, or cougar, would attack a man unprovoked, and while it has been pretty generally agreed that they would attack man when forced to it by starvation, I wish to place before you the evidence of such an attack, which all indications showed was made during the season of plenty.
At the last session of the Colorado Legislature the deer season was left open, but the dates changed from October 1 to 4, as formerly, to October 12 to 15, inclusive. One buck with two or more points on each horn is the limit. The open season on trout, grayling, bass, etc.
I have been trying for several days to digest the new game and fish laws for our state, which I have received only in the form of a resume, which appears badly jumbled. At first glance it looked as though we would be allowed to kill 100 moose annually, at the discretion of the Game Commission, but further perusal indicates no open season until 1925.
is not my purpose or aim in this article to stir up a controversy which has already gone too far without any beneficial results. That the matter may be brought more forcibly before the American public, I shall endeavor to present a plan for a possible solution of this most vital and important problem.
The Hon. Herbert Hoover, Secretary of Commerce, invites investigators, administrative officers and all other interested persons to meet at the Fisheries Biological Station, Fairport, Iowa, on June 8-10, for conference regarding the conservation of resources of interior waters and the ways and means of applying science more effectively to their preservation and increase.
[Replies to letters in this column are requested from reliable parties who may contemplate such a trip or trips as mentioned. Such replies may be sent direct to the author of the letter. We suggest that as much information concerning the writer be conveyed to the other as possible, such as age, experience in hunting and camping, physical defects, if any, occupation, etc.
No more beautiful, and yet no more despised, creature inhabits the game ranges than the cougar. For every one of these marauders that is killed a year, the lives of fifty deer are saved. This lion was killed about nine miles from Comanche, Texas, on Rush Creek. We are indebted to Geo. C. Gordon for the photograph—an especially clear one.
Replying to Allyan H. Tedman’s comment on my observations of the domestic sheep nuisance contained in a former number of Outdoor Life, I beg to say that the statements therein contained are based upon six years’ observation during big game hunts in Montana, Wyoming and Idaho, together with conversations with guides, etc.
We have received a small consignment of these booklets (written by Lt. Col. S. W. Brookhart), a copy of which we shall be glad to send to any reader of Outdoor Life who owns a Springfield rifle and who will enclose 5 cents in stamps to pay postage.
The Modern High-Power Rifles vs. the Old 10 and 12-Bores
HENRY WALTER FRY
I was a good deal interested in Mr. J. N. Crossland’s letter in your May (1920) issue, and agree with nearly all of it, the only exception being his contention that 10 and 12-gauge rifles lack killing power. In one place he says, concerning the effect of a ball from a 12-gauge gun: “This stunning business may be all right for cottontails and such like,but it is poor work for Indian tigers,African Lions and grizzly bears."
Our correspondent who sends this picture, I. N. Doak, an Oklahoma sportsman, writes : “About half of these quail were killed with a 20-gauge. I consider the 20-gauge an ideal gun for quail. I have killed ducks at over seventy-five yards with the 20-gauge.
One day a year ago last fall—that is, the fall of 1919—a Mr. Beany, postmaster at Yellow Pine, Idaho, was out in the woods looking for some stock, when he heard what he took to be the humming of a swarm of bees. “Fine,” thought Mr. Beany. “I will get some honey.” So he walked over in that direction.
The Rigby (Idaho) Rod and Gun Club has been organized with the following officers: A. P. Smith, president; Jack G. Oram, vice-president; Nimrod Good, secretary-treasurer. The object of the club is the protection of game and fish. “I doctor myself by the aid of medical books.
4.258.000 persons took out licenses to hunt and fish in the United States last year. More than 3,000,000 rabbits were bagged in Ohio in the last hunting season. The Pennsylvania Department of Forestry is planting more than 3,000,000 trees yearly.
This old world is not all gloom— Don’t you hear the bees bazoon? And the clover red and white Scents the air both day and night. See the little striped squirrel With his bushy tail acurl. What is sweeter than the song Of the brook that flows along In the deep and shady dell? Ah! sit down and rest a spell.
A concerted effort has been made in several states during the last year to place bob-white on the song-bird list. Every sportsman not only opposes this, but naturally resents it. The bobwhite partridge is the gamiest of game birds, and the sportsmen are the men who have always protected and cared for him.
And now I know how quiet a thing And calm Is freedom. It cannot raise its voice nor break The rhythm of its breathing. It is— Needing no song, No trumpets. . . . It does not cry nor laugh But is silent. . . . To give it voice. Silence should have to turn to song.
You don’t know it, of course, but you were looking at the picture of Fitz. Fitz was perhaps as smart a dog as ever lived. The things Fitz could do were almost inconceivable—mental stunts that showed an actual knowledge. Fitz is either dead or was stolen.
Every time the circus comes to our town the press agent drifts over to our desk and informs us that it is “bigger, greater, grander than ever.” He might also be the press agent for the sport of trapshooting, for what he says about the circus is also true about clay target shooting—it is bigger, greater and grander every year.
Member of State Board of Health, First VicePresident Medical Association of Georgia, Thomasville, Ga. About six years ago a sawmill man called me by telephone, saying he was sending a colored man up to see me and to please do whatever necessary for his relief, and in due time he came in.