Three sportsmen take a hunting trip in the Cassiar Mountains of British Columbia and have royal sport with moose, grizzly, sheep, caribou, etc.
Geo. C. Beckley
IN MARCH, 1920, all arrangements were made for a big game hunt with J. F. Call-breath, pioneer outfitter of Telegraph Creek, B. C., to outfit a party of three hunters for a forty-day trip, whereupon a deposit of $750 was cabled Callbreath thru the bank to the Bank of Alaska at Wrangell, Alaska, to bind our contract.
Quail and deer shooting on the old Kilkenny Plantation of Georgia. Sport of twenty-five years ago compared to that of today
KILKENNY PLANTATION, a beautiful old spot, situated about twenty-two miles south of Savannah, Ga., on the main-land just west of Ossabau Island. One of the gunboats, during the Civil War and during the time when it was thought the thing to do was to burn all the attractive places thru the South, took a shot at the old house, saw it had made a hit, and taking for granted that a fire was the only answer, went on its way.
From the beaver streams and passes, where the ranges break apart, Comes the call which haunts my spirit like a crime; And it grips my will and bends it, and it dances with my heart, And it lilts along my spirit like a rhyme. Leaps the glad light of my fire in a chimney tiled and tinted ; There’s a Venus on the mantel, there are pictures on the wall; There are rugs and lace and portieres, with the best designs imprinted ; And a woman crooning love songs in the hall.
Across the bouldered majesty Of the great hills the passing day Drifts like a wind-borne cloud away Far off beyond the western skys And while a purple glory spreads, With straits of gold and brilliant reds, An azure veil, translucent, strange, Dreamlike steals over each dim range.
A Montana hunter and trapper tells in his own interesting but uncolored style how he ropes cougars for zoological gardens, private parties, etc.
M. H. Bakker
AFTER a fellow hunts mountain lions for several years, making it a general business, the novelty wears off, as it does from any other kind of work. This is the way it is with me, altho I can’t say but what I would rather capture cougars in the winter time for a living than engage in most any other pursuit.
A well-known writer on fishing subjects writes of his experiences in Florida waters. Tips on tackle and outfit
Fred Bradford Ellsworth
WHEN icy blasts sweep the North and snow festoons the trees and blankets the earth with robes of white, the sunshine land beckons to northern sportsmen and says: “Come hither! If you want hunting, we have quail, snipe and turkey in abundance.
The proverbial wild goose chase is here very pleasantly reversed into a successful hunt for honkers in the vicinity of Willows, Calif.
E. E. Ekdale
"CARRY yu baggage?" This from a red-capped porter of the Southern Pacific Railroad at the Los Angeles station. "Say, man, you shuah got lead in them grips!" burst out this son of Ham. Well, we sure did have—300 shells loaded for geese and 200 for ducks.
A trip into a desert country that proves there can be found some hunting oases in a dry and desolate land
M. J. Barry
"ALL ABOARD!" yelled the conductor, and we climbed in—but not into one of the coaches, as one would naturally suppose. Rather, Ed swung up into the cab of the engine, and I handed the guns to him, and then prepared to see how gracefully I could follow his example.
Describing the thrills experienced in landing the real big ones in a fine fishing stream
HAVE you ever contemplated a trip for years and have the same prey on your mind almost constantly? Well, if there is such a thing as dreams coming true I certainly must be thankful to my dream god. Hearing of the wonderful fishing to be had in one of the wildest streams in the country, the author of this article betook upon himself the task, or rather pleasure, of finding out just how really good it was.
THE task of arresting the menacing encroachments of predatory animals upon the very existence of domestic livestock on farm and range of the West and Southwest is one of magnitude. It is a co-operative undertaking, the responsibility for its execution being shared by the Federal Government, eighteen states, counties, livestock associations and interested individuals.
Elk Lake, wonder-gem of the Cascade Mountains, in Oregon, visited by doubting anglers, who find that fishing from snowbanks is no handicap to success
Horace E. Thomas
"THERE'S too much snow in the water. That’s why they aren’t biting.” How many times has every angler for trout muttered some such remark as he sought his favorite stream early in the spring and found its waters obscured by the melting snows of the mountains?
FORTY years in forest and field have never brought me into contact with any creature whose ways and general deportment were more devious, fickle and erratic than the Gambrel quail. There are none so apt to be found “where they ain’t”—so full of unconventionalities and general cussedness.
THE name of the above fish may not be on the lists of Outdoor Life’s fishermen readers, but I caught it, altho for a long time I was so mad and ashamed that I never told about it. This is a story of "many years ago when Daddy was a little boy" and was spending a summer on Prince Edward Island, Canada.
SUPPOSE, brother, that you and I were riding across a desert land so wide that it circled all about us like a great saucer clear to the place where the sky comes down all around; suppose that here and there a muddy stream ran, biting at the banks, slashing gulches, building "flats," making bluffs here and there until, thru the course of the ages, it has carved a wide, flat valley, mostly devoid of trees, between two lines of low bluffs that mark the beginning of the upper, generally level, country; suppose we ford these rivers as we come to them with our horses, being careful—always very carefulߞto avoid the quicksands that will most surely be there ready to gulp us down if we don't know how to take care of ourselves; suppose we start down in Kansas or there abouts and ride northward a thousand miles or so across this country, all alike, in main features, as the days are alike as we ride alongߞall warm, brilliant, livable summer days that make life seem good to us.
He must come back a better man, Beneath the summer bronze and tan, Who turns his back on city strife To neighbor with the trees; He must be stronger for the fight And see with clearer eye the right, Who fares beneath the open sky And welcomes every breeze.
There is a variety of bait fishing little written about these days, and which is very delightful for the man who loves to sit and think, contemplating Nature the while, withal successful from the viewpoint of the creel. Still-fishing with live bait is the contemplative man’s recreation.
MANY times I have written in praise of still-fishing, touching the question lightly, inadvertently as it were ; today I wish to discuss the matter soberly, as becomes a subject of so great importance, tho from necessity briefly. Readers of this department and of my writing generally know that I am a caster by preference—a caster of flies, a caster of artificial "plugs," a caster of live bait.
There recently came into my hands two-large and sumptious volumes of more than general interest to the angler. I mean that report on Lake Maxinkuckee, Ind., known as the Indiana Conservation Commission Report No. 7. Many an angler would pass it by, not realizing what a wonderful mine of ichthyic information it is, regarding it at first glance as a mere “Report.”
HAVING read with much interest the various articles on “Why do Bass Strike Artificial Lures,” and being a lover of the great out-of-doors, I read all the magazines that have any articles on the greatest of sports—fishing. It is an old saying that everyone has a hobby, and I will admit that fishing is my pet hobby.
THE evening sun had sunk so low in the western sky that its last golden beams that filtered thru the trees were almost parallel to the surface of the stream and seemed to but tip the rushing waters that I had whipped in vain since early morning. Clear as a crystal, deep and cool, with swift rapids, and in fact everything to indicate an ideal trout stream, was this clear creek.
IN no single item of the angler’s outfit has there been greater advancement than in the bait-caster’s reel. Fly-fishing paraphernalia, if we except the dry-fly—and that is a difference in method rather than in outfit— there has been little change in the last century.
Letter No. 751—Is the Red Iris a Constant Feature in Small-Mouth?
Letter No. 752—Wants a Hornet Fly
Letter No. 753—Crayfish for Bass
Letter No. 754—West Virginia Fishing Matters
Letter No. 755—Live Bait and Tackle for Cat
Will you kindly tell me how to fly-fish for bream? Please don't publish the letter.—R. C., Ala. Answer.—First, as to not publishing your letter, you see I seldom publish much of the letter asking for information, tho I give my answer in toto because what interests you is interesting other anglers.
I have only recently appreciated your Outdoor Life. The instantaneous service, so valuable to us far-away readers, that you have been giving me is valuable beyond words, which in this case I am sure will be responsible for a very successful trip that might otherwise have proven rather disappointing.
ON PAGE 312 in the November (1920) issue of Outdoor Life these words appear: “He was a jolly roughneck, unfamiliar with the ways of a sportsman.” Those words were incidental, or rather were the means of my selecting this title. Many may have written about the same thing, many may write of it in the future, but that does not detract from the present.
No discussion of shotgun powders would be easily understandable unless there is established at the outset the fundamental difference in action between black powder as we have it after centuries of development and use and the modern smokeless powders.
OF late I have developed the 'scope disease. I well recall when Lyman sights came out, and the slow discarding of the open sight for the Lymans on outdoor rifles. And after the Lyman, of course no other improvement in sights was even thinkable.
The following letter, covering the accompanying picture, from David P. Platt of New York, is interesting: “I am mailing you today a picture of five of my particular friends. I thought you might be interested in it, as it is the most perfect photograph of firearms that I have ever seen— bar none.
Your letter from Henry Walter Fry in the May number calls for a comeback. I really expected Mr. Fry to die hard, as these one-inch groups were so much smaller than the two and one-half ones which he had formerly maintained. The questions he asks are easily answered.
I have used glasses the greater portion of my life (60 years old now), wearing them except when asleep. When you arrive at approximately the age of 40, you get what is called presbyopic (not presbyterion) condition, which is the flattening of the crystaline lens, by age, and the older you get the flatter the crystaline lens and the more convexity required before the eyes.
RIFLES? I love every one of 'em from butt to muzzle, from primer to nose. Such promiscuous loving, however, makes it hard to choose a wife. In the matter of guns —I’m not speaking of anything else now— I’ve been quick to lose, but slow to wed. I’ve had innumerable affinities—and love ’em all still—but I came to the conclusion I needed a wife.
If the churches are to insist on national disarmament, they should also insist on personal disarmament, and should lead in a crusade against the use and sale of firearms, declares a Baptist minister in Iowa, as he considers all the gun-play reported in the recent newspaper accounts of murders, suicides, hold-ups, labor feuds and race riots.
During the past three years that I have been experimenting with re-loads for the .250 Savage I have struck several combinations of powder and lead that have served my purposes so well that I am moved to pass the information along to other owners of this excellent arm.
When we get to the age where we must wear both reading glasses and far-sighted, the sights of a pistol may not be seen sharp with either pair. Then a good thing to do is to measure the distance from the eye to the rear sight of the pistol when extended in the usual position and have an oculist select a lens that is as weak as possible while still focusing the rear sight sharp.
Please inform me if I can have any kind of target sights put on my military model S. & W. revolver. It is model 1905, 5-inch barrel, .32-20cal. I do a great deal of shooting at aerial targets, and the very shallow and fine back sight and rather sharp front sight of the military model make it very hard to see those sights quick enough for snap shooting.—L. C. Turner, Ft.
Your letter of some weeks past received, and was very glad to hear from you, and also to hear that you have not given up the idea of making that trip after sheep and antelope in Old Mexico with me. I was talking recently with a friend that has a ranch in Sonora in the vicinity of where we intend to hunt, and he reports seeing a band of fifteen sheep on a small mountain spur; said there were three pretty fair rams in the bunch.
Today (April 25, 1921) finds me far out in the famine field of North China. After leaving Tsinan, the capitol of this province, I took out a few copies of Outdoor Life, nearly every line of which I read on my way to this place. The call of the wild comes strong to a normal man in the midst of this kind of work, where everything is so monotonous and there is so much suffering; so it was good indeed to have these magazines, which take a fellow back to the good old fishing holes and hunting grounds of the U. S. A. Just at this present time I am at the end of a long journey embracing six days over land, delivering to the missionaries and Christian workers here for distribution $46,000.
I have your letter of recent date concerning illegal duck killing by aeroplane at Willows, Calif., and the accompanying letter from Dr. J. W. Hamilton. I am very glad indeed to have Dr. Hamilton’s letter, and we shall have the matter of securing evidence in this case taken up with him as soon as it is possible to get a good man into that district.
Steve Elkins, the bear hunter, is a good story teller as well as one of the best ropers of wild mountain lions in the world. He lately visited Denver on his annual trip across the western states, and while in the Outdoor Life sanctum delivered himself of the following as a prelude to the great big game hunting possibilities of New Mexico, where he had engaged in some very successful bear and lion hunting: After winding up one of his bear hunting trips there, the party passed thru a small town, where they happened to meet a sturdy son of the soil who bad just been successful in bringing down a large black bear.
I wonder if any readers of Outdoor Life ever have the pleasure of hunting sand-hill cranes. They are fairly plentiful in this region (the Gulf Coast of Texas). Their feeding grounds are on the large tracts of ploughed fields and vast prairie scopes that border on the bays and gulf.
Being very much interested, but not thoroly familiar with the different species of game found within the territorial limits of the United States, am writing you for information. While talking recently with different men who have hunted extensively over this portion of the territory, I have been told that two animals similar to the ibex have been killed within a radius of fifty miles of this place (Eska, Alaska).
I noticed a picture in your April issue of "Mother 'Possum and Her Family." I am enclosing some prints of the same nature, but I think a little clearer, of a bunch of the 'possum family which might interest anyone. These were bred in captivity, by a friend, who has also some deodorized skunks.
Ostrich hunting is the most popular sport among the Arabs of the desert. In getting ready for an ostrich hunt great care is given to the preparation of the horses. Seven or eight days before the hunt the horses are deprived of hay and straw and fed entirely on barley.
We have published a great many head and hide records in Outdoor Life, but none of them was placed before our readers with more genuine pride than the big pronghorned antelope head herewith shown. One American sportsman—Dr. H. M. Beck, of Pennsylvania—has immortalized his name thru gathering a collection of world’s record heads and horns of wild animals of this continent.
Death-dealing baits, violent destruction by use of gun and dog, traps and other ensnarements, and even the building of a coyote-proof fence, are among the methods of arresting the encroachments of coyotes in the West. It remains, however, for a ranger of the United States Forest Service operating in Utah to employ a simple but clever method of “shooing” away the sneaking thieves of the cattle and sheep ranges.
We recently received an inquiry from a reader that required such a scientific answer that we referred it to a man who we consider one of America’s best when it comes to classification, breeding and habits of our western fishes—S. E. Land, superintendent of fish hatcheries for Colorado.
I noticed a letter in Outdoor Life for November, 1920, from O. L. Mayhood of New York about killing bears in hybernation. I have lived in the West and Alaska for thirty years, and have hunted and trapped in Washington and Alaska, and I know thousands of hunters and trappers, and in all these years I only know of one instance of a bear being killed in a den.
Referring further to our correspondence concerning the gathering of duck eggs by Indians near Brewster, Wash., the bureau had U. S. Game Warden W. H. Ransom investigate the violation as reported by you, and is in receipt of his report. In order to give you the exact status of the affair, we quote you fully from Mr. Ransom’s report: Upon receipt of bureau’s letter (at Kalispell, Mont., on May 19th) I sent a night-letter telegram to F. J. Clifford, Brewster, Wash., and received reply from him urging that I come at once to Brewster.
I wish to express my opinion thru Outdoor Life regarding the subject of “House Cat vs. Wild Game.” I noticed an article in your May issue headed “A Cat Trap.” While this cannot be criticised, yet it brings to light the fact that a narrowness is prevalent among the sportsmen, as well as with the United States Biological Survey, because of the action taken against vagrant cats.
It is my desire to speak of the tree as a living thing to show something of its vital relation to human life. To the man who is familiar with tree life it might seem almost superfluous to emphasize the fact that a tree lives, and yet the average man, unfortunately, looks upon the tree as an inanimate and more or lees useful accident on the face of the earth.
I have a tent of white cotton which I wish to fireproof and waterproof and color a khaki. Is there a combined one solution mixture for this purpose?—D. R. Campbell, Washington. Answer.—No. Our greatest concern in processing tent cloths is to make them shed water, and since most waterproofing methods utilize some oil or wax (as paraffin), the cloth is not fire resistent.
Have you written your representatives at Washington and asked that they support the Public Shooting Ground-Game Refuge Bill now before Congress? This bill means the perpetuation of migratory birds and the sport of hunting them. If it is to be enacted into law, you must help.
Inflamation of the lining of the stomach is rather a common condition in dogs, especially in the summer time. It is rather more common than is suspected. This condition is really an inflamation of the membrane which lines the stomach, and is noticed in a spasmodic form, an acute form and a chronic form.
The Eleventh Annual Shooting Tournament of the Rocky Mountain Interstate Sportsmen’s Association, held at the Municipal Gun Grounds, near Sloan’s Lake, Denver, Colo., will go down into history as one of the most successful shoots ever staged in the West.