An old Alaska hunter and resident discourses on the methods of walrus hunting, adding some interesting information concerning the habits of the natives
Capt. F. E. Kleinschmidt
"KA-BLO-NI, A sin, A sin," or "White man, get up, get up," sounded a familiar voice in my ear. Throwing back the flap of the sleeping bag, I gazed in astonishment around. The street car conductor had just taken my arm and helped me aboard in the beautifully-shaded Magnolia Avenue of Riverside, Calif., for I could not get up the steps, because I had my arms too full of oranges.
IT was one of those beautiful clear, crisp days in the fall of the year when you find yourself in mischief if you are not on a horse. I had just been out looking the hunters over, eight of them just finished, from the “Slaughtering Pen,” as we used to call my training stables, and eight as good ones as I have ever seen saddled.
The great outdoors is calling me. I hear the message of each tree Which spreads its branches out and seems to beckon me to come, And there is something in the air which seems to say: “You’ve time to spare, The birds are at their merriest now, and all the world’s a-hum.”
A Mexican reef with a fatal sting for the deviating ship ; haunt of food fishes and nesting place for waterfowl
O. Gaylord Marsh
UPON arriving at Progreso, Yucatan, I heard much reference to “Los Alacranes,” or the Scorpion Isles. I observed that this reef and five islets lay on direct lines between Progreso and New Orleans, Key West and Vera Cruz, and Tampico and Havana.
Describing a variety of fishing seldom found in one stream, including trout, bass, perch and catfish, in a land abounding in wonderful camping and scenic possibilities
Geo. M. Brinton
FISHING in the Rio Pecos is not so tame a sport as one not acquainted with this river might suppose. Rising in the Santa Fe mountains, north and east of the ancient city of Santa Fe, in altitudes varying from 8,000 to 10,000 feet, the Rio Pecos proper and its numerous tributary head streams, clear and cold, come tumbling down over rocky ledges into deep pools which open out in the bright New Mexico sunlight, into silvery streams that flow thru gorges of great canyons, down and down, until they unite in the more sluggish river of the plains below.
A humorous account of a city man's bear hunt that netted much fun and a good bear hide
Louis T. Buckinger
IT is human nature for one to conceal his faults and expose his accomplishments. Boasting can be readily forgiven. It is an art which many attempt, but few achieve. But boasting, as an old farmer once said, “is th’ parent to the lie, an’ lyin’ ain’t tolerated in good society.”
The story of a strange region containing dwarf grizzly bears, immense craters, bottomless pits, caves of solid ice, bear tracks that are hundreds (possibly thousands) of years old, wonderful formations in rock form and color, and crossed in this day and age for the first time
SCOUNDS suggestive, doesn’t it? Make the trip and you will readily agree that it is not in the least overdrawn. For years I had heard more or less about a mysterious region in Central Idaho that no one person seemed able to tell much about. I paid little attention to it until I was told it was the home of a species of dwarf grizzly bear that never had been described in our natural histories.
"PRACTICAL men, who are also trained scientists, head the seventeen bureaus of the United States Department of Agriculture. The Chief of the Bureau of Biological Survey, Dr. E. W. Nelson, is an example of this fact. He was born in New Hampshire, and after his father became a Civil War soldier he lived on his grandfather’s farm in Northern New York until he was 14 years old.
MOST articles in outing magazines tell where to go to get good hunting, but this article is for the purpose of informing the sportsman one place not to go to if it is good hunting he wishes. If you are a hunter and desire to tramp over new fields in quest of game, whatever you do, do not go to the Hawaiian Islands.
A series of papers having to do with a subject of increasing interest to every trout fisherman
O. W. Smith
ONE has but to read any of Mr. Halford’s books to realize how hard and fast are the rules governing the dry-fly in England. One cannot help being impressed again and again that unless he does exactly thus and so he cannot be considered as fishing dry.
A NOTED angler wrote me an amusing letter awhile ago, yet with a serious side to it. He said, "Bourbon in my city costs $20 per quart. 'Hooch' is full of T.N.T. and good 'coffin varnish,' so I'm a prohibitionist because I can't afford the price and won't drink 'Hooch' because I can't afford to die.
ALWAYS have I asserted that a large part of the joy and pleasure of angling is found in the accumulation, the owning of tackle. Let’s see—what was it that that Chinese sage, Confucius, said? “The secret of life is in the possessive pronouns.”
BLACK bass, both the large-mouth and small-mouth, will “take” with avidity before the legal open season arrives—something that is considerable of a problem to many an anxious angler. However, a real sportsman will never break a game law, whatever others may do.
I HAVE had numerous funny and interesting experiences on my angling trips, some of which I am going to relate, merely to show that you "never can tell" what the finicky trout are apt to do. I was on Goss Creek one afternoon and had a very hard time getting a half a dozen before dark.
Letter No. 814—Better Than Shellac for Finishing Rods
Letter No. 815—
Letter No. 815—Conservation
Letter No. 810—The Weight of the Pickerel Editor Angling Department:—On page 495, “Forest and Stream,” is an article by Mr. R. P. Lincoln, and a clipping from the Zoological Bulletin saying a pickerel runs from 4 to 14 pounds and from 1 to 2 feet in length.
Editor Camping and Woodcraft Department: I have tried the receipt of lime and alum for waterproofing tents, and must say that where one lives in a tent the whole year this works fairly well, as both ingredients will be well washed out of the fibers of the cloth before much damage is done, but where a tent is kept in storage eleven months and used one month, this method means a new tent every year.
I TRUST that everybody likes the attempt at orderly arrangement which I have en deavored to bring into my department, and that presenting subjects carefully and comprehensively will prove far more valuable than a hodge-podge of everything scrambled together each month.
Autocamping Editor:—My husband and I are planning an autocamping tour this summer. We are tyros at the camping life, and would like you to give us some pointers as to necessary equipment and any other information that might be of use to us. The party consists of my husband and myself, our two little girls, aged 2¼ and 4 years, their white nurse and our colored chauffeur.
THE following figures are from the blue prints of the Du Pont Powder Company. Du Pont bulk smokeless powder was used thruout. The figures are to be taken, not as the results that the various loads would show if taken one after another, but as average results of a large number of shots, taken under varying conditions of temperature, moisture and gun.
THERE is nothing definite, nothing certain, about guns. One will carefully build up a most beautiful theory, then smash it goes into rubbish, and leaves the shooter wondering where he is at, anyway. For example, not long ago a friend of mine handed me a very fine, pretty, all-dolled-up .22 lever action Marlin rifle to try out for him.
PRIOR to the Great War it was the policy of our Ordnance Department to build up an ammunition reserve and to encourage private manufacturers of ammunition adapted to the United States service rifle to conduct experiments with the end in view of improving then existing types of United States military ammunition.
THE American people above all people are afflicted more or less with mono-itis, almost to the exclusion of all else. One class suffers with auto-itis, another with speed-itis, others with movie-itis and on down the line. In a few years many will have either acute or chronic flying-itis.
Several years ago, when I was traveling with an old “Indian-Medicine” doctor, doing fancy shooting exhibition work, by a little slip one afternoon I injured my right eye to such an extent that for a period of two years I was totally blind in that then most important organ.
In the July (1921) number, under the department of Arms and Ammunition, there is an article by W. S. Davenport entitled “Weapons for Women.” He speaks of holding up a burglar and telephoning for the police. To my mind (and I am speaking from experience), the first command when you find an intruder in the house should be: “Hands up quick!” Second command: “About face, march to the wall, and stand with hands up facing the wall.”
As a regular subscriber to your esteemed magazine, I now take liberty to ask you a few questions. I enclose a stamped envelope for reply. First I want to know is the Marlin .32 Special and .33 H. P. accurate guns? Secondly, the question that has been puzzling me the most: Where can I get either a Marlin .32 Special or .33 H. P.?
Editor Outdoor Life:—In the early days of my interest in sports afield, on lake and stream, and the inevitable turning to sportsmen’s magazines to keep abreast of the progress of the great out-of-door recreations, I wondered why so many of the stories published dealt with events of the past, often several years having elapsed between the time of the incidents and the publication of the stories having to do with them.
Deer have been plentiful here in this section this season as well as last season, and from the reports of other huntsmen they seem to be on the increase each year. To the best of my knowledge, our party has killed about ten so far this season, ranging from 50-pound fawns to 200-pound bucks.
I had a nice hunt this fall in the Davis Mountains of Texas. There is a movement on foot to make a park and game preserve out of a part of these mountains. I made a tour of that part of the mountains in company with Commissioner Robertson of the land office and a committee from the state senate.
Lewis Hawkins of Philadelphia, Pa., has the honor of killing the moose with the largest spread of horns of the 1921 season in New Brunswick, the spread being 64 inches. This moose was killed in the northern part of the province on the headwaters of the Nepisiguit River.
I have often thought I would write a few comments on various articles and letters which have been published in past issues. First I shall refer to the question of weights of wild geese. Some years ago H. Shotton, of Kamloops, and I were out hunting and got four geese one day that weighed 42 pounds for the four, and I remember that two of them weighed twelve pounds each.
The Custer Battlefield Highway has attracted national attention, and the 6,000 cars which traveled this new road last year state it is everything the officers claim. The promoters have hit the happy idea of featuring fine tourist camp grounds.
While most people look only to the West and South, we who have been less fortunate thru conditions beyond our control can still find much pleasure here in Ohio. We are, of course, all looking forward to a trip to the great Western hunting grounds, but must be satisfied at present with territory within a radius of from twenty to thirty miles from Canton.
WHAT follows may not set well on the stomachs of some shooters, but something has got to be done, and this is practical politics. The Anti-Weapon Law is in Congress—and it came dangerously near passing. It is far from killed; it is now quietly resting “on the table” and can be brought up unexpectedly and slipped over when its misguided friends think there is a good chance to get the trick done.
I read with great interest the article in November number by Robert Page Lincoln on "Thru the Snow and Ice," in which he describes the method of fishing in winter. I heartily agree with him in acclaiming it a rare day's pleasure to spend a few days occasionally during the winter out on the favorite lakes, fishing in the manner he describes.
The notes in this department must be mailed but to the magazines almost two months before the date of publication. It is, therefore, impossible to print up-to-date information regarding the progress of the Public Shooting Ground—Game Refuge Bill.
Your department offers me an opportunity to settle a question regarding the timber rattlesnake (C. Horridus) ; i. e., have they an odor such as a certain popular “fictionist” describes as “a sickening smell as of crushed cucumbers”? Last fall I caught a rattler which had two rigid fangs on right side.
Kennel Editor Outdoor Life :—Before going any further I would like to state that I am not looking for an argument. Arguments conducted thru the columns of a magazine are never satisfactory, and have a strong possibility of leading to ill feeling.
All questions on the subject of the culture and propagation of trouts and other game fishes will be answered in this column by S. E. Land, care Outdoor Life, Denver, Colo. 1—How rapidly do trout grow under favorable conditions? 2—Do trout eat the young of their kind?
The Castaways of Banda Sea, by Warren H. Miller; 190 pages; $1.75 net; the Macmillan Company, New York. This is a stirring story of adventure in distant seas. The “Cap’n” and his son George are captured by the sea Dyaks of Dutch Borneo, and their experiences in the Dyak village are very exciting.