A dissertation on the language of South Africa and an account of a pleasant tho unsuccessful lion hunt, together with a humorous pen picture of the author trying to do things at once—with the help of a rhino.
Ralph H. White
WHICH signifies trousers and rhino. With that rare perspicacity characteristic of readers of Outdoor Life, you will have discerned already that the scene of the appalling circumstances about to be related lies in Africa; not necessarily because of the allusion to rhino, since these juggernauts are to be found in other lands, but because of such a rollicking and indefensible exhuberance of vowels applied to a pair of trousers.
Being a sincere attempt to delineate the pleasures and rewards of June trout fishing.
O. W. Smith
IN some respects trout fishing in June is different, more attractive, than at any other season of the year. In April and May it is largely the woo of the open that takes us a-field, the desire to be out, close to the sweet-smelling earth, rather than the hope of taking many fish.
An account of the habits of Mexican big horn and of a hunt where the sportsman meets both disappointment and reward.
THE opinions and ideas that are gained by men who are keen in the pursuit of different species and types of the ovis family are as interesting and varied as the sheep themselves. While my experience has been confined to that type that inhabit the bare and desolate ranges of malapais and granite that extend from the Castle Dome Mountains in Southern Arizona to the Tinaja Altas Mountains on the border of that state and Mexico, and thence south and east to the Sierra del Pieu on the extreme coast of Mexico; but in conversation with men who have hunted them in latitudes farther north, in mountains that lie in the states of Montana, Wyoming and Idaho, and in British Columbia, Alaska and Canada, I gain that the general habits and peculiarities of the Rocky Mountain sheep are much the same.
A, description of a unique auto-house that makes the sport of touring enjoyable for the owners and arouses the curiosity of the neighbors of the road.
E. B. Moreland
THE subject of this article is a car that has attracted an unusual amount of attention along every highway which it has traveled. The owner has been frequently urged by many who saw it to give it wide publicity for the sake of those who would “do likewise,” but who cannot quite manage a good working idea or plan.
A semi-continuation of the story with the same title in the April number. The story of an outing where a hunter tries to make a chum of friend wife to his own undoing.
DID you ever act the part of guide on a dude-ranch at $60 per, and think you were getting the rough end of the stick at that? Well, boy, if you have, let me tell you that you were sitting pretty, sleeping in clover, and getting grain along with your fodder compared to my job this sunny fall morning over on Leon Crick!
A muniment of the art of canoeing and the various pleasures to be derived from this most pleasing of sports.
W. C. Gilbert
CANOEING is probably the oldest mode of travel, next to walking, known to man, for savages, who are unacquainted with beasts of burden of all types, have their canoes and are very proficient in their use. Of all lands, old or new, it would seem that America has developed the canoe to a greater extent than any other land or continent.
About a dozen of us St. Maries sportsmen rolled our blankets, filled our packsacks and departed for Avery, Idaho (about forty miles west of the Montana line), on the C., M. & St. P. Ry., in the Bitter Root Mountains. There were engaged about a dozen pack horses and two packers, leaving us free to fish and hunt as we pleased.
Same old date as lost year 'Cept its one year more - Same old pack upon my back Plowin down the shore. Same old gulls a wheelin Snipe a scootin too, white breakers poundin in, Same old ocean blue. Same hot stretch o' beach to plod-Seems a dern siqbt longer-Didnt used to seem so fur, Guess I was some stronger: Same old spot of my delight Finally' arrived at, Perspiration rollir neath, Flannel shirt and old hat.
ONE of the most remarkable things about camping with your automobile is the fact that you do not have to exist on canned or powdered milk, dehydrated and preserved fruit and vegetables, salted and smoked or dried meat or fish, and the general hardtack that goes with most styles of camping.
Once more the end of another year has rolled around, and we find ourselves living over the happy times we had during the past summer. We had the good fortune to be able to get away for three months. Heretofore we had always spent our vacation in our own Rockies, but having a bit more time we headed the old Dodge east on the morning of June 2nd, and struck the Lincoln Highway for Chicago, Niagara Falls, St.
The editor of this department is receiving several dozens of letters each week asking about a complete list of autocamping equipment, and Outdoor Life has arranged to supply all parties interested with a brief outline, which the editor has aranged, covering the important items of your equipment.
This summer two of us intend to get away from the cares of teaching by taking a back-packing trip thru Southwestern Colorado. We want to travel as lightly burdened as possible and yet be sufficiently outfitted to stop and camp wherever fishing or scenery is good.
A 500-mile motor gypsying tour of the Finger Lakes Trails of Central New York has just been completed by a party of Auburnians led by Walter Hole and Roland M. Cohen, who did the trip de luxe in a motor bungalow devised by Glenn II. Curtiss, aeroplane inventor, who contrived the unique traveling camp for liis own use.
DID you know that the old buffalo range was a weedless country? In fact, the whole of the grass-land plains was almost entirely weedless in Indian days. The white man brought whisky, guns, plows, houses and weeds into the West that had never had any of these things before.
Hold fish in left hand with the head away from you, belly up; remove anus with a small V-shaped notch across the body of the fish; begin at V notch and split open with a sharp knife, finishing well up between the gill covers; place point of knife in the mouth of the fish and press downward (which will be against the upper jaw), causing gills to be distended; insert thumb and fore finger of left hand under gill covers to hold them open, and cut loose entirely the throat and gills from between gill covers; now insert left thumb in fish’s mouth, hold fish tail down, belly toward you, and with the point of the knife detach the gills from the back of the throat; then grasp the entire throat and gills between the right thumb and the knife blade (the blade inside the gills, the thumb outside); pull outward and downward until the pectoral fins, the throat and gills pull away; then continue the downward movement until fish is completely drawn.
Maybe I won't catch nothin', Because the sun's too bright Fer fish to rise to the fly today, But I don't care a mite. I c'n hear the pines a-whisperin' When they're swayin' in the breeze, And hear the birds a-singin' As they flit among the trees.
A Series of Papers Having to do with a Subject of Increasing Interest to Every Trout Fisherman
O. W. Smith
WHEN one picks up an English work upon dry-fly fishing, he is astonished at the amount of space given to the discussion of the rod; our friends upon the other side seem to be convinced that a rod of special pattern is required for the sport. Of course, “Where there is so much smoke, there must be some fire”; and there is a type of rod peculiarly adapted to the dry-fly, tho I wish to say here that the lack of that particular rod should not deter anyone from attempting the use of floating flies.
PERHAPS no greater revolution has been made in bass lures than the so-called “bass-bug,” a sort of dry-fly, at least floatingfly for bass. It is rather strange that so obvious a lure should not have been stumbled upon before, for it is the obvious lure.
When a big fish is hooked it usually makes a long, desperate rush to escape. The novice, and often an angler of experience, seeing yard after yard of his line disappear, becomes apprehensive, so that when only about twenty-five or fifty yards is left on the reel, and this begins to diminish rapidly, as it usually does, he becomes excited for fear of losing the fish and line, and frantically starts to “pump,” which does little good and may result in breaking the line or rod.
I PASSED thru the gate leading into a pile of brick and mortar situated on one of the main trails in the business district of a large city. After traveling for a few yards I came to a place where the “dusky guide” yelled, “Going up,” and another gate swung open and instantly shut with a clang.
I THINK the first writer who noticed the balance of a single-handed fly-rod was Capt. T. Williamson, the author of “The Complete Angler's Vade-Mecum” (1808). He speaks slightingly of the 15 and 16-foot flyrods that were in very general use at that time, and he states that a fly-rod should be “used with one hand” and that it “should be well balanced in the right hand, so as to feel light and obedient.”
Editor Angling Department:—In one of your recent articles you gave some instruction as to how to remove old varnish from rods by scraping, etc. Have you ever tried wood alcohol? I have been using this for years, and it cleans all varnish off down to the wood.
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. I noticed an article in your January number entitled “Salmon,” written by O. C. Fisbee, in which he states that all salmon die after spawning.
Average Pressure, Velocity and Muzzle Velocity, 16-Gauge
Capt. Chas. Askins
E. M. Sweeley
THESE figures for the 16-gauge are the same as those given for the 12-gauge, except the third column gives the muzzle velocity; the other velocities are to be taken as instrumental or the average velocity over a 40-yard course. The Du Pont prints give ballistics for loads of ½ and ⅝ ounce, but these have been omitted as taking space and not being of practical value.
BY the light of a blue moon is the one sure way to find gun things today almost unknown, even apparently forgotten, that were once commonplace, and in some ways at least surpass the things we play with today. For our guns are, except military, largely playthings, and the things we put on and in them much like doll dresses.
Please forward this to “Bill,” who made the correction below. Dear “Bill”:—I notice in the January number of Outdoor Life your correction of my article in the November issue, “Bullets of the Future.” I am glad you made this correction, as I do not wish to misinform anyone.
CO-ORDINATION means “to harmonize” —to place in the same order or class; and pertaining to shooting we find that accuracy or exactness comes from a harmony of work of the brain, the nerves, the eye, the muscles. If you are aiming at an object, it is the duty of the eye to align the sights so that the object appears in the correct position for a hit.
As I am somewhat of a pistol and revolver crank, and very much interested in the articles in your magazine pertaining to these, I am enclosing prints of a relic that may be of interest to some of your readers. To me it is quite interesting, because it probably is one of the first model of a magazine pistol that was ever made; also it represents one of the very early attempts at metallic ammunition or cartridges, and last, but not least, it was evidently the forerunner of the Kenny and Winchester repeating rifles, and the mechanism is almost identical with that used by the latter firm until the 1886 model was brought out.
AS a result of anti-pistol laws and of the knowledge to be absorbed from presentday fiction on small arms’ effectiveness, the following experiments were made with the purpose of shedding light on the existing darkness. The fact that a friend, M and myself, are unknown amateurs, and have no more skill than any other person could develop with as little effort as we have used, seems to me to make the results gained more valuable than if experts had done the work.
MY last article contained some reference to the shooting of revolvers held straight up over the shooter’s head. As most readers of Outdoor Life will remember, some shooters have had trouble when shooting revolvers held in that position. Altho the exact cause of the trouble had not been determined, the question was put up to us in this way: “Is it dangerous to shoot a revolver straight up in the air?” Our answer was that we had never had any trouble of the kind, altho we had shot many thousands of shots in this way from all kinds of revolvers and pistols.
In these days of high-velocity rifles, such as the Springfield, .250-3000 Savage, .22 Hi-Power, special Niedner arms of even higher velocity and other modern weapons, it is interesting to turn back to the days that are gone, when a high-velocity rifle was but a dream, and hunters, plainsmen, cow-punchers and sports men swore by such arms as the .44-40 model 1873 Winchester, the Sharps of various calibers, the still more ancient Spencer & Henry and the Remington single-shot adapted to the several popular cartridges of the period.
Fifteen or twenty years ago I occasionally invaded the Arms and Ammunition columns of Outdoor Life, but of late years, while no less of a gun crank, I never seem to find time to put my experiences on paper. My greatest interest in this line centers in the reloading end of the game, and as I have noticed but very little “dope” on the subject lately in Outdoor Life, thought perhaps my experience might possibly be of interest to some one of the fraternity.
In some article in Outdoor Life in 1921 (I think “Sheep of the Pincate”), the narrator spoke of having trouble with cartridge shells sticking in the chamber of his Springfield. The editor, in a foot-note, said he had never met with this trouble.
Many there were who tried to make a repeating rifle that would really work, but it remained for B. Tyler Henry to combine the work of others with improvements of his own to produce the first repeater. As far back as 1849 Mr. Henry was at work on his repeating rifle, and produced the “Volcanic” rifle and pistol.
Since the publication of my letters regarding the Ross rifle in a recent issue of Outdoor Life I have received so many queries in regard to this arm from all parts of Canada and the United States that I find it is impossible for me to answer these by personal letter.
The law establishing a closed season on female dseer in Montana has come in for its share of adverse criticism during the hunting season—a fact that surprises no one familiar with the history of wild life conservation movements. The buck law, as we speak of the measure giving protection to does, has had its ups and downs in every state where this game animal has been given adequate protection, but in practically every case it has finally been adopted as one of the greatest factors contributing to the perpetuation of the deer, until today does are protected in thirty-six states of the Union, special legislation in their behalf being in effect in twenty-five states, and they being protected with all deer by extended closed seasons in eleven states.
Altho the states farther south have more quail and better winter conditions for same than Maryland, there are sufficient numbers of these game birds within the state to furnish much good sport of the most exacting sportsmen, and the state hag limit of twelve birds affords ample opportunity for a good day’s outing and a reasonable hag.
Did I ever tell about my hard-luck experience in Montana with a big brown or cinnamon bear? As a hard-luck experience I have always considered it the 100 per center in my list. It was out in Montana, back in 1906, in the Lewis & Clark range. Smiley and I were climbing a long stretch of rock-slide after goats which we had seen thru the glasses from camp.
Senator Harry S. New of Indiana is a sportsman. One of his favorite forms of recreation is duck shooting. He not only enjoys the sport himself, but he wants to know that wildfowling will be perpetuated for all time to come and that the youth of coming generations will be assured the opportunity of enjoying this clean, healthful form of recreation.
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 is possible, such as age, experience in hunting and camping, physical defects, if any, occupation, etc.
I have just read an article in the May issue of Outdoor Life from Mr. Antoine La Trace of Spokane, Wash., concerning the buck deer in rutting season. Pardon me, Mr. La Trace, but my experience forces me to differ with you when you state that there is no difference in the meat.
My step-father and I were on watch together some thirty years ago while our schooner was anchored off Georges Bank. Shortly after daybreak father noticed a commotion in the water close to the side of the ship. He watched it for a minute or so, and beckoned to me as he whispered hoarsely, “Come quick!
The Bureau of Biological Survey has issued Bulletin No. 1049 of the Department of Agriculture series, entitled Game as a National Resource. This pamphlet goes very exhaustively into the study of the distribution of the various species of so-called big game, the approximate number in each state and the probable value in dollars of the game so killed.
The experienced hiker observes two don’ts: Don’t make a pack-mule of yourself; and don’t hurry. Keep these two don’ts in mind if you would enjoy your hike. In the beginning there is another don’t that one would do well to observe—don’t plan too long a hike.
When the common garden hackle ambles forth and starts to cackle, It is time to fix your tackle, for the trout are on the wing; And the creeks at dawn are calling to the frisky snails a-crawling ’Cross the path where sunbeams, falling, advertise the coming spring.
I think it is an uncommon thing for a party of fishermen who are out for just one day to,take the frying pan along with them. I know that, in my locality at least, it is the usual thing to find a group of three or four of the “boys” supported for the day by sandwiches tied up in pieces of paper.
The coyote has strong “medicine” against me. I have never been able to kill one with a bullet, and the last one I poisoned cost the ranch two dogs and the house cat. How potent the “kick” in the “home brew” is can be sensed from the following incidents: I had been waiting for a wagon to take me to the ranch house when a squirrel yipped in alarm and I turned to see a coyote within fifty yards of me watching the squirrel.
If unflinching courage, unwavering purpose and a resolute faithfulness to do his duty are the atributes of a hero, then, notwithstanding that at least one life has been saved, Baldy has earned a hero’s reward. Only a dog! And yet what a dog! Not only did he have the heart and courage and strength to lead seven successive races across that grueling 418-mile course in the Alaskan Skeepstakes, but he gave his own attributes to twenty-six of his shaggy sons, who on the battlefields of France could emulate their sire’s deeds and show the same courage as he showed on the ice fields of Alaska.
“Directed work, directed play, directed recreation, all done in a way that lets a boy develop his own initiative and his own faculties for any of these three,” is the way Maj. F. L. Beals, commandant, explains the way boys are trained at Camp Roosevelt, which is located near LaPorte, Ind.
The last legislature of New York State passed a bill that the sportsmen have been advocating for many years. While possibly not so farreaching as the Pennsylvania alien law, it will practically prevent unnaturalized citizens from hunting in New York state.
We have published several notes about the proposed drainage of marsh land bordering the upper Mississippi. A bill is now before Congress to extend the present drainage district from Rock Island. Ill., to St. Paul, Minn. If this is done, we are told, it will mean that the United States Government will put up $2 to the promoters’ $1 really to destroy a great resource.
My observations on the sex of snakes are partly second-hand, but until I am proved absolutely wrong by first-hand observation, I can privately hold to my views on the subject. If Lincoln County in “Billy-the-Kid” days—is still living, he might be able to say something in behalf of my views on the sex of rattlesnakes being indicated by the shape of the rattles.
Outdoor Life’s First Annual Subscription Contest has closed, and we are ready to announce the winner. The competition proved to be a wonderful success, bringing as it did a large addition to our already swelling subscription list. Nearly every state in the Union was represented by at least one contestant for prize honors.
The chief of all the championship events to be decided next September during the Grand American Handicap Trapshooting Tournament at Atlantic City will, of course, be the one that decides, for the succeeding year, the title of amateur champion of North America at singles targets.