A description of the incidents leading up to his demise, by his captor, a predatory animal hunter of the Biological Survey
Donald H. Stevenson
I AM sending in a few facts concerning the grizzly killed by me at Bridger Lake, October 25, 1917. I had first seen his track, or a track that I firmly believe to have been his, while I was en route to Bridger Lake, on the trail leading between Mountain Creek and the Lake, in the Yellowstone River Valley, within the boundaries of the National Park.
A 76-year-old sportsman and his son traverse the interesting trails of the Cassiar Mountains, British Columbia, obtaining splendid specimens of grizzly bear, moose, sheep, caribou and goats
LIST OF ARTICLES TAKEN ON TRIP
John T. Hoover
IN the fall of 1920 my father, James H. Hoover (then 76 years old), and I engaged in a very interesting big game hunt in the Cassiar District of British Columbia. We left Brownsville, Pa., August 10, 1920, for Pittsburg; left Pittsburg on same day on the night express for Chicago ; thence from Chicago via St.
MR. and Mrs. Ovis have only been close friends of ours for something like 100 years—a very short spell from the scientist’s standpoint. The Lewis & Clark expedition (which in 1804-’05 traversed the most ideal sheep ranges on this continent) knew nothing authentic about the bighorn—in fact, when these animals were killed by its members for meat there was some doubt cast as to their being sheep at all.
What joy it is to breathe the mountain air! Inhale the wondrous fragrance of the pines, Trace with the eye the rhythmic sweeping lines Of height that leads to height more nobly fair, And on to crest and peak that proudly wear The mantle of the stars.
Here is a picture of a prairie lake, Near which a sportsman with relriever steals, Behind a haycock, on the green-winged teals To ev'ry sound and movement wide awake. One sees the peeking hunter's shotgun shake, And to the rest the jeopardy reveals; They fly; a puff of smoke ensues; one keels.
STRANGE things happen to us in our forest wanderings, and one of the most bizarre and thrilling, in a woods experience of over forty years, befell me on my outing last September (1920). In the northern end of our state (California) is a large section of country covered with a thick forest of yellow and sugar pine, cedar, tamarack, scrub oak, mahogany brush, white thorn, snow brush and manzanita, known locally as the “lava beds,” for it is a lava field.
Winter fishing has its own peculiar charm, and herein are contained some facts and fancies in regard to that end of the great pastime
Robert Page Lincoln
WHEN the winter closes down, cold and forbidding; when there is snow on the hilltops that shortly before were green and sparking with myriad flowers; when the nights settle down crisp and frosty, and the trees crack like pistol shots at midnight; when the lakes are icebound, and the chattering brooks have been sealed in with a crystal roof—then is the time the ice-fisher is in his element.
It is with diffidence I ask (For I would start no wrangle) About the dark and somber flask, A long black thing of glass and tin My neighbor packs his "coffee" in When we set out to angle. How come, when we have fished all day, And tramped for miles and miles away, Till I begin to tire, That on the flask he lays his lip, And taking just a little sip, He only steps the higher?
That the province of Quebec, Canada, yet has some giant moose, good bear hunting and excellent hunting generally, the above set of photographs from S. C. Kerr, an Ohio sportsman, fully testifies. A brief description of the trip on which they were taken is so graphically described in a personal letter to the editor of Outdoor Life that we take the liberty of publishing it as written: “I am pleased to enclose herewith twelve photos taken while on my recent hunt in the Vermillion River district of Northern Quebec.
THE professor’s beaming eyes peered cheerfully over his spectacles at the class assembled before him. He was a slight, spare man approaching 50, of a kindly, ingenuous countenance. He stood near the blackboard with a long rod in his hand, tapping emphasis with it to the points of his lecture.
Big Game Specimens Killed by Fenley Hunter and Gale Hunter on an Expedition in the Cassiar Mountains, British Columbia
We show above the results of an expedition into one of America's most wonderful game paradises-the .Cassiar District of British Columbia. One bear (mounted in a rug) is omitted from the picture. In this collection are seen two very remarkable specimens, namely, an ovis fannini sheep that has been classed as the British Columbia record.
JOHNSON CITY, Kansas, lies in the extreme western part of the state and is about the center of that strip of treeless country which used to be known as the “Great American Desert.” One observing the modern improvements along the main line of the railroads to the north and south of this country town cannot have the least idea of the desert-like appearance which surrounds this little city, and which is also the scene of this story.
I AM sitting near the shore of Big Lake, the property of a dozen good live sportsmen who reside in Tulsa, Okla. The club grounds embrace about 1,000 acres of land and water. The lake is entirely surrounded by timber, and is the best duck lake in the state of Oklahoma.
DURING the month of March, 1920, while the “fish ponds” of a large part of the United States were sealed by crystal ice, while fishing rods and reels were corroding in the shops and garages of the North, and while the cold and gusty breath of the March Lion was chilling the impatient spirits of the angling enthusiasts of the dog days, a hot tropical sun blazed over Yucatan to suggest to the American exile the summer days at home when he feels that he will just have to go fishing soon.
IN THE DAYS before white men came in and dominated the situation, the Indians and the game got along on terms that fed the Indians and still allowed the game to perpetuate itself in such numbers that the whole landscape was more or less dotted with animals practically all the time.
The great wooded country of Oregon makes it a sportsman’s paradise, offering sufficient cover to protect the deer and feathered game. And yet a deer hunter does not find it difficult to get his limit in a few days. To go on a deer hunt in this wonderful state is a never-to-be-forgotten experience.
A chapter on reels for live bait, their preference and selection
REEL FOR STILL FISHING
O. W. Smith
IN THESE latter days it has come to pass that we can have level-winders, freespools and self-thumbers in combination if we so desire. Those reels, the first of which to appear was advertised to “do all but spit on the bait,” are not only wonderful mechanical products, but they are also wonderful fishers.
THE fond mamma was exhorting her wee son regarding the matter of clean speech. “Remember, Bobby, when you feel the evil words coming up inside, just spit them out!” A little while later she was shocked and horrified by hearing Bobby swearing with all the fluency at his command.
Here is a fish story that will sure agree with your editorial digestion, because it excels in improbability anything you ever told in the way of “fishy stories,” and also because it was recently told at a “peace dinner” by a “comrade of the mist.”
TWO weeks ago tomorrow Frank Stackpole and I went up to Pine River after trout. We went by train and walked in to “Dam 3,” arriving there about 5 p. m. It was a five-mile hike, and the first time I ever carried a pack, and I thought it pretty heavy before we had gone a mile, but I managed to worry along without saying anything till we got there.
Having been a subscriber to Outdoor Life without a break for many years, I have enjoyed reading numbers of accounts of “O. W. S.’s” fishing experiences, since he became the angling editor. It has occurred to me that perhaps he and the subscribers might like a short article on a day’s fishing for brown trout on our great Lake Tasmania.
A bookworm does not make good bait for trout fishing. The red spots on a trout do not indicate scarlet fever or the measles, as some suppose. The angler is like the actor in one respect: he must not forget his lines. Like many humans, the trout that keeps his mouth shut saves himself lots of trouble.
Quentin Roosevelt at a flying school in France talked about his father’s farming experiences. “My father,” he said, “was a gentleman farmer for many years. Now he’d have a ranch. Now he’d have a plantation. The experience was costly. ” ‘Father,’ I said to him one day in my childhood, ‘what is a gentleman farmer?’ “ ‘Quentin,’ said my father, ‘a gentleman farmer is a chap who never raises anything except his hat.’
LAST year was a good year for fishing in Arkansas, as we had had plenty of high water during the previous winter, and all our lakes and streams were full of fine fish, especially black bass, and I had been unusually lucky the entire season, using a good cane pole, silk line, and spinners most of the time, and always used a boat with a man to row me, which left me free to work my troll, standing in the front end of the boat.
Letter No. 768—Can’t Understand “Casting Tackle and Methods”
Letter No. 769—Fly-Fishing Questions
Letter No. 770—An All ’Round Rod
Letter No. 771—Wants a Book on Rewinding Rods
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Editor Angling Department:—Will rock bass take a fly on a stream, and what flies? Can I use same for pickerel? I have a Bristol rod 8 feet long; can I use that for such fishing? What kind of clothing shall I wear? I have (censored). Are Cutter boot-packs all right?
As you have published several articles in Outdoor Life about fishermen’s experience, I think I will relate one of mine that happened a short time ago. I was fishing on Little Grovont River (sometimes called Flat Creek), when I saw floating down the current toward me what appeared to be a stick of rotten wood.
REFERENCE has been repeatedly made to resistance and its effect on powder action. After ignition has been properly provided the further behavior of the powder will depend very largely upon how much difficulty the developing powder gas has in starting the projectile column to moving down the barrel.
AS a constant reader of Outdoor Life, I assume that some of my experiences in rifle shooting may be of as much interest to other readers as the Arms and Ammunition department is to me. The main part of the magazine to me is in that part which deals with rifles and rifle ammunition, and the rest of it doesn’t get a “look in” until I have read everything in the Arms and Ammunition department.
In June issue of your magazine, page 388, Mr. Askins says that No. 4 pellets driven at 1290 foot-seconds muzzle velocity have striking force of 1.72 foot-pounds at 60 yards. Now, another writer some years ago gave No. 4 640 feet per second at 60 yards when driven 1200 foot-second muzzle velocity.
Some man in Kentucky has invented a sight which he calls the both-eyes-open sight. It fits on the front end of the barrel, and has two bars or prongs, one of which bends to the left and the other to the right. The vision of the right-hand eye is intercepted by the right prong, and the left prong by the left eye.
SOME time since I acquired a 15-lb. muzzle-loading rifle of .38 caliber, Remington barrel—stamped “E. Remington”—with a true taper bore. Thus it was larger at the base than at the muzzle, also it had an increase twist, from about 40 at the start to about 16-inch twist at the muzzle, as near as I could judge with the use of tight rags and marked ramrods.
I read with much interest an article in the May issue of your valuable magazine on the effectiveness of revolver cartridges on man, by Lloyd F. Brown, which gives many cases and describes many different results of similar ammunition in the different arms, but he failed to mention one small arm that is really in a class by itself and far ahead of most of the arms in question, namely, the Colt .38 automatic pistol, which has more muzzle energy than that of any other automatic pistol in use, and much more velocity and energy than the .38 Special or .38 long Colt.
NOW and then somebody invents a gun sight with two beads. The idea is to automatically give lead; use the right hand bead and it throws the charge to the left, much or little according to distance. I have used such a sight and it worked fine when I wasn’t shooting at anything but a piece of paper.
Since writing you last I have made some further experiments with Du Pont’s No. 16 rifle powder in the .35 Remington rimless, using the Stevens high power repeater No. 425. I have increased the charges l½ grs. plus the 41 grs. (Du Pont’s limit), or 42½ grs., which shows equally good accuracy as the lesser charges.
Lately we read quite often regarding the boat-tail bullet and its advantages. We are told that it is more efficient than the regular flat base type of bullet, especially at long ranges, but so far I have never seen where anyone explained or tried to explain why a bullet of same caliber and weight would hold its velocity better because of its being boat-tailed (pointed at both ends).
As I am an ardent reader of your best outdoor magazine and gun crank dope in the whole U. S. A., I take the liberty to send you the picture of a new rifle of mine, the last addition to my very small collection (I am only in the first symptoms of acute gunitis).
With much interest I have noted the discussion concerning large and small calibers, and wish to add my mite in the hope that the present “smoke-screen” may, if possible, be dissipated. I started shooting with a rifle with 42-inch barrel, double set triggers and about 12 pounds weight, and a caliber of 110 bullets to the pound.
I am sending you a photograph of part of my collection of guns, and believe that the one labeled “1” will be of considerable interest to gun fanciers. I have seen many counterparts of the others in the group, hut have never seen, nor heard of, another like the upper one in this country.
I read with considerable interest the article in the August number by the editor of Outdoor Life and Chas. Newton concerning proposed legislation against revolvers and pistols. With the passing of such a law it would be but a short time before some of our influential cranks, of which we have many, both in and out of politics, would be encouraged to frame something against rifles and shotguns as well, and a fellow would have to go to a museum to even see a gun.
How many different kinds of 12-gauge shotgun loads are on the market? Without giving the matter a great deal of thought, the average gunner would probably estimate that there must be at least 100 combinations. Recently, when talking with an official of the E. I. du Pont de Nemours & Co., he took our breath away by telling us that there were 4,213 different 12-gauge shotgun loads on the market a few years ago, but that his company had been conducting experiments at enormous expense in an effort to reduce the number and find which loads are best suited for different species of game.
I am a reader of your good old magazine, and I don’t hesitate in saying that it is without doubt the best of its kind on the market. I note in the August number an article by Chas. Newton and the editor on the pistol and revolver danger. I wish to say that I am very much interested in this little talk and I am of the opinion that the sooner our authorities wake up on this subject the sooner we will get back to liberty and be able to protect ourselves; but as long as the law remains as it is now there is nothing else for us to do than to stick up our hands and let the outlaw take our valuables.
So much has been said and written concerning the merits of the Springfield sporting rifle that further praise, except in endorsement of this favorable opinion, is far from original. As further evidence, however, of the popularity of these arms note herewith cut of four Springfield rifles remoleded “for service” by T. T. Pierce, one of our old contributors, and now at the head of the Sportsman’s Service Station.
With regard to the shooting capabilities of a ten-inch .22-caliber barrel at 50 yards, I promised, in one of my letters on the subject, that I would make actual tests with a ten-inch pistol from a six-point rest and let you have the results. This promise I am at last able to keep, as during the last few weeks I have fired no less than 106 ten-shot groups at 50 yards, using two different pistols and four different rests—two kinds of rest to each pistol.
Many articles have been written on handy carry-all belts, but so far I have not read of any which had in mind the .22 caliber enthusiast. This belt will come in handy when taking trips after crows, hawks and other predatory birds during the hot summer months and enables you to carry one or two army canteens attached as desired.
Before the war, there was little said in favor of the .45 Colt automatic pistol, which the government adopted as a side arm for the army and navy. Would it not be a good suggestion to hear what this gun is capable of standing in the way of hardships?
Correspondents are requested to enclose 2 cents in postage with their questions if answers are desired by mail. Blease write questions clearly, legibly and as briefly as possible, and always enclose proper name, not necessarily for publication, altho noms de plume are not as desirable for publication as real names.
IN THE last few years fur farming has received a stimulus thru the rapid decrease of the supply of fur-bearing animals. There are several causes which have contributed to the present scarcity of fur animals: The increased demand for furs and their consequent high prices have led to close trapping; but the extension of farming, the reclamation of swamps and the thinning out of forests have, by restricting the range of the fur bearers, effected what hunting and trapping alone could not have accomplished.
The discovery of a highly organized smuggling ring for the export of beaver skins has led the provincial government of British Columbia to make the beaver industry practically a government monopoly. It has been learned that the organized gang which has been engaged in smuggling beaver skins across the border has taken from 4,000 to 6,000 skins out of the province unlawfully.
Trapping preparations should begin now. Don’t wait until the season is upon you— start while you still have several weeks to spare, for the season will not start actively until November in most states. flow should you prepare? First of all get out your outfit and take inventory of all your traps, guns, smokers, stretchers, and then put them in good working condition.
Another trapping season is here, with prospects for prices much brighter than a year ago. The greater part of the catch from former seasons which was held by dealers for a time has been largely disposed of. In fact, several articles are in rather short supply at this time, especially muskrat, which when manufactured is much used for coats, and is known as Hudson seal.
At a time when every lover of sports afield is happy over the great increase in waterfowl as a result of the migratory bird law, I want to call the attention of my brother sportsmen to a grave error which exists in the care of game. A great part of the pleasure of duck shooting exists in being able to send our friends something which helps to break the monotony of every-day market diet, and, especially in the early part of the duck season, if not properly cared for, that which we have presented to them goes to the garbage can, even after a long, painstaking preparation for the table.
Your narrator once in the early morning took on a large bull frog, an eight-pound catfish, the gullet of which contained, in addition to the frog, more than a pint of wheat, which had barely begun to soften. The nearest grist mill was more than ten miles away up-stream.
Investigations on the status of birds in their winter homes have been undertaken by the Bureau of Biological Survey, in connection with administration of the treaty with Great Britain for the protection of birds migrating between the United States and Canada.
From away up in Nova Scotia comes this story from the pulpit: The village which concerns the story has two churches, situated in the two divisions of the place locally designated as the North End and the South End. At a Sunday morning service the officiating minister read the following notice: “There will be preaching at 11 o’clock Sunday morning in the church at the North End, at 4 o’clock in the afternoon in the church at the South End.
In February last, during a short expedition in Venezuela, I had an interesting encounter with a cougar which seems worth relating as a possible addition to the rather scanty evidence that this animal does not always flee from man. The incident occurred in the foothills of the Sierra de Perija near the Rio Cogollo, eighty miles southwest of the city of Maracaibo.
I have been a reader of your red-blooded magazine for a long time, and have read in it many excellent accounts of hunts in various parts of this old globe. But I have never had the pleasure of reading a story of hunting in the South Sea Island of Guam, which is one of Uncle Sam's useless possessions.
We are indebted to M. S. Carpenter, secretary of the Montana State Sportsmen’s Association, for a copy of the new Montana laws adopted at the last assembly. Montana is now working under a new game commission bill, patterned along the lines of the Outdoor Life Commission Bill, heretofore recommended thru our magazine, and this fact, coupled with some good legislation passed in the last assembly as a result of the work of the Montana State Sportsmen’s Association, presages much better results in the game department of that state for the coming two years.
I am sending you a few snap-shots which are not so easy to obtain. The five pictures represent about three days’ work, during which it was necessary to discard my shoes and do some real sneaking. I am sorry to say I missed the chance of a lifetime, as I was within fifteen feet of a big billie, with my camera in my No.
“There's a snake! Kill the ugly thing.” Why kill it, and is it ugly? Beauty is comparative. Nature’s children cover a very wide field. First consider your own conception of a good-looking woman, a flea and a hippopotamus and then set your own standard of beauty.
We have organized an angling club here for the purpose of giving fish in this section of Georgia much needed protection and also for the purpose of stocking our streams. About fifteen years ago two of our mountain streams in this section were stocked by the government with rainbow trout, which have done exceedingly well, but only in the upper reaches of these streams.
May I ask a question? What I want to know is this: Is the West (anywhere, even to a very small degree) like it used to be, when everyone carried a gun? When I say “wild,” I mean more what you might call “lively.” Iowa. J. HARPER. Answer.—Of course the Old West is not like it used to be.
Vivisection consists in cutting, bruising, burning, baking, boiling, roasting, freezing, breaking of bones, tearing out of nerves, pouring boiling oil on living animals, pouring boiling water into the intestines of living, wholly conscious animals, saturating them with inflammable oil and setting on fire, starving to death, larding the feet with nails, forcing broken glass and molten lead into ears, broken glass into intestines and muscles, making incisions into the brain and using electric needles, laying bare the spinal column and pulling the nerves out with pincers, also laying bare the spinal marrow with chisel, mallet and pincers, bursting the stomach and bladder, bursting eye-balls, crucifixion, paralyzing, crushing the jaws and tearing out the tongue, inoculating with every known poisonous germ and virus.
If you have not written your senators and representatives at Washington soliciting their support of the Public Shooting Ground-Game Refuge Bill, do it at once. The bill is now before Congress and the aid of every outdoor man is necessary to secure its passage.
There are very few dog owners whose dogs do not occasionally have a case of convulsions, or fits as they are sometimes called, generally in a pup. I do not know of anything in dogdom that is so distressing to the owner or the spectator, or anything that disturbs his mind so much as a dog in convulsions.
Write and tell us, briefly, about the reptiles and their habits in your part of the country and ask us the things you wish to know. Queries of general interest will be answered thru this column, and they will be sent thru the mail if stamped addressed envelope is enclosed.
Fred Tomlin, the Glassboro (N. J.) professional trapshooter representing the Winchester Repeating Arms Company, was cheated out of a perfect score in the National Professional Trapshooting Championship at 18 yards held in connection with the recent Grand American Handicap Trapshooting tournament in Chicago by an unfortunate incident.