The sport of waterfowl shooting in Cali fornia is vividly described and pictured by one who never lets his smooth-bore get rusty during the open season.
John Edwin Hogg
DID you ever try to work on a legal holiday, or on a day when you just naturally didn’t feel like working? If you’ve ever done either, you know how hard it is to get anything done when there are work-distracting influences around. Of course, distracting influences against getting work done differ greatly with different people, but with me, one of the most irresistible of distracting influences is to start to work on a fall morning and see a flock of ducks or geese heading southward.
How the market hunters, game hogs and floods have turned a hunter’s paradise into a section where game is rapidly vanishing.
Harry Lee Williams
SINCE my last story appeared in the January (1921) number of Outdoor Life, I have received many letters from sportsmen in various sections of America, inquiring about game conditions and seeking information regarding the best sections of this state for bears, turkeys and deer, while quite a few have made inquiries relative to trapping.
A fisherman’s account of the joyful work of fighting forty-pound fish at Useppa Island, and—well, wait until you read it.
Richard L. Sutton
MARCH had about gone. Between the exacerbations of California weather, which is characteristic of Missouri in the early spring, and the throes incidental to my income tax report, I was totally exhausted. I talked over the matter with Richard, my handsome young offspring, and he suggested that a fishing trip undoubtedly was indicated.
THE last dude had departed. The tourists’ season was over and the large, modern Many Glacier Hotel in the heart of Glacier National Park was closed for the long winter months. The doors and windows had been heavily barred with wooden shutters.
If our five million hunters bagged all the wild animals they wanted, very soon there would be nothing left to shoot at.
George H. Dacy
MOST of us like to go hunting after wild game, and if promiscuous, catchas-catch-can shooting were allowed in this country, in a very short time our stocks of wild animals would be so depleted that there would be none left to shoot at. Matters are bad enough as it is from the standpoint of wild game conservation, for more than 3,600,000 sportsmen annually secure hunting licenses from their respective states, while an additional 1,500,000 nimrods hunt on their own lands.
I AM credited with being one of the first anglers in this country to plead for light tackle in fishing, and one who helped to advance it and elevate the sport to a high standard, not merely by theory, but by practice. After over thirty years of strenuous, unprofitable and seemingly unappreciated labor, I have lived to see my efforts rewarded by the wonderful progress that has been made by anglers using light tackle for fresh water and big game sea angling.
THE California-Banff Bee-Line Highway connects all America’s winter and summer playgrounds, differing one from the other in almost every scenic feature. Of all the trips offered to motor tourists, none can surpass this, which is unrivaled in its mountains, lakes, trout streams and intervening diversified dry and irrigated farming lands.
About the time that little towns began to spring up in the old plains country a brandnew figure loomed up on the social horizon. This was the Six Percenter. The cow business was already done for, but we didn’t know it, because cows were a part of the plains country, and had been since Indian days.
I HAVE always regarded with more or less disfavor all articles and chapters upon how to cast, for almost invariably they are too mechanical, if not too technical. That I can give worth-while advice, where I confess that others, in my estimation, have failed, seems absurd—is absurd.
THE farmer’s boy who goes forth to fish with an alder pole, cotton line and rusty hook is able to hold his own with the experts, and there’s a reason. While this boy knows nothing of the rules of fly-casting, knows nothing about balanced rods, artificial lure and $200 outfits he knows something of far greater value, and that is—-fish!
ONE day I was on my favorite bass creek, a small, unimportant, fished-out stream, still my favorite, in spite of all that. You see, where the difficulties are great, success means much more. I had rather take one or two bronze-backs from a stream the other fellows pronounce fishless, than take the limit from a water so well supplied with fish that anyone can do so.
Editor Angling Department :—I am enjoying “The Dry-Fly in America,” and wish to make a few friendly comments on Chapter VI, “Lines.” In 1919 I sent two Frazer made lines to Perry D. Frazer to be redressed, and he wrote me, “You keep your lines in very nice condition.”—February 4, 1919.
IT seems to me that there is a good deal of lively interest centered about the camping trailer today. From the far West the editor of this department learns that a good many tourists find anything but a car outfit or a specially-built body for gypsying out of the question, which information comes from readers of this magazine, who are interested enough to write us their views.
THE first great impetus given to touring across our vast commonwealth was during the expositions at San Francisco and San Diego, at which time it was considered rather in the light of a daring exploit for the ultra adventurous to attempt such a thing.
Motor campers are coming more and more to give comfort the first consideration in their outfit. They want in a tent, for instance, a real home while touring on their vacation—-one which houses them right in inclement weather and which is capable of being quickly set up when they get to their camping place tired out after a day’s travel, and one which, when packed for the car, will take up little room, and with no long poles projecting the length of the car body.
A pocket camera taking perfect animated or moving pictures or as good still photographs as the ordinary camera and operating without the use of a crank or even a tripod, which has passed the experimental stage and now used by many movie producers, is being taken up enthusiastically by the outdoor world, because it is especially adapted to their use.
Autocamping Editor:—Will you please tell me something about the Custer Battlefield Highway?. I have heard it is a cross-country route, but can’t find it on any map. Will you please tell me where I can get a map and other data you have not the space to give me?
While fishing last year in a Wisconsin lake a fellow fisherman whom I met had such wonderful success with bass while using a spinner that I made a mental note of his lure at the time—after he had given me the name—and decided that when I began my fishing for 1923 I would be able to get this lure.
ALL ballisticians and all loading concerns know that it is much more difficult to fit a load to a twenty than it is to a twelve or even a sixteen. The trouble lies in the long column of shot, and the restricted powder room, which of its If raises breech pressure.
I WAS raised on the idea that “modern, small-caliber, high-power rifles won’t shoot black powder.” In some sections of the country they swear in juries with that formula, but I shot black powder and cast bullets from my high-power the same S. S. .30-40 Winchester, and it shot clean and accurate, too.
As my article in the December number of Outdoor Life does not appear to be clear to some of the readers, I should like to make some of the obscure points more clear, realizing, however, that in such an article as this it is somewhat difficult to make such things entirely plain, particularly to persons possessing little or no technical knowledge, but I shall do my best.
The occasional instances in which users of Ross rifles have been injured thru the bolt blowing back when they were fired, has led to much speculation and some magazine discussion, as it is a question of vital interest to those using that rifle to know the reason why this happens.
The question of W. S. B., on Page 386 of the May, 1923, issue might have been answered more completely; and in view of the wide curiosity and great misapprehension existing on this subject, the space necessary for a discussion of it might be devoted to less-important purposes.
The following two extracts from the daily papers are offered for what they may be worth, “interesting, if true,” per the city editor’s slogan. As every gunman knows, the dailies, weeklies, monthlies, even of the first-grade publications, are usually totally ignorant concerning gun matters, so of the correctness of these two newspaper clippings, each reader must, therefore, judge for himself.
I am sending you a few snapshots of the loading tool that I have been constructing for the past two months. The tool is very fast, and you will notice the shell is always in full view. The lever and shaft carrying the resizing die and bullet seater, also recapping stem, always remain up when released, thereby not interfering with the changing of shells.
As a reader of your magazine, I have noted a number of inquiries as to the design of a gun cabinet. Being a crank on anything pertaining to guns, I have a license to say that I have never seen a design that suited me. Necessity is the mother of invention; therefore, upon my arrival in the Philippine Islands upon my tour of duty, I immediately observed the necessity of a gun cabinet with electric lamps installed to keep out the intense tropical dampness.
In an article in February Outdoor Life, C. H. Remington rather takes exception to Mr. Williams’ warning against using grease on bullets in a high-power rifle. As he says he wants positive proof, by proven tests, that the practice is unsafe, I hope I may be pardoned if I get into the discussion and try to show where the danger lies.
For some time I have wanted to write of my experience with an old flint-lock pistol that I acquired in France during the war. For some reason or other I happen to have a weakness for antique guns, so when I chanced across a curio shop in Bourges, where the old flintlock was on display, I entered without hesitation and asked the price.
THE following lines are extracts from an editorial which appeared recently in the Belleville (Ill.) News-Democrat. The clipping was sent to us by William A. Thompson of Belleville. The writer of this editorial certainly made a good score against the “no-gun” cranks, whether or not he was conscious of the fact at the time of his writing.
A MONG sportsmen in general there seems to be a lack of appreciation of the difficulties attending the testing of modern amnunition. This phase of ammunition making can hardly be claimed to have existed prior to the discovery of smokeless powder by M. Paul Vieille, about 1887, and it was not until about 1890 that the testing of ammunition assumed the proportions that it has today, so that one might say that the history of ammunition testing really is the history of smokeless powder manufacture.
Will you tell me the speed per second and the trajectory for 100, 200 and 300 yards of the ordinary Winchester .30-30 cartridge with the 170-grain bullet ; also of the Remington 110-grain bullet and of the new 170-grain bullet and load that you refer to in a query in the January number?
The perusal of the pages of Outdoor Life brings to my mind's eye visions of long ago, when the West was young and I was young; when all nature was prodigal unto lavishness, with a harvest of good things to be had for the gathering and garnering. When only the lazy and improvident need to be in want of some dainty morsel to tickle the palate or warm the.
December 1, 1922, at 9 a. m., I was hunting on Roundtop Mountain, in Huntington County, Pennsylvania. I was at a crossing and I saw a nice eightpoint buck coming across in front of me. I opened fire on the buck with my new Remington Hi-Power .35-caliber.
I do not agree with Mr. Wade that cranes are of no value. In 1870 and '80 I was hunting and shipping to the Chicago market prairie chickens, ducks, quail and snipes. There was no law on game then. I got $2 a dozen for mallards; chickens, $2.50; teals, $1.25; canvasback and the big redhead, $4, all other kinds being classed as mixed at about $1.
From Michigan comes a report of the finding of a large set of elk antlers in twelve feet of water in a lake. Walter Free, who made the find three years ago, has this to say in regard to their size: “These horns measure 11½ inches at the base, and have a spread of 38½ inches.
It being my intention to go on a turkey hunt this coming autumn, I would be obliged if you would send me the address of a few subscribers in southern Missouri, as that is where I was intending to go if I can get a lineup on the game and laws. If you cannot do this I should be pleased to have a note in your query department relative to this re quest.-Kelly Turner, 413 Monument Ave., Alton, Ill.
I am located in a sportsman's paradise—wonderful hunting, and just twenty-five miles from the best fishing in the Gulf, where we get tarpon, Jewfish, sailfish, shark and many other large denizens of the deep. This is also the last stand of our noble deer, and they are going rapidly, due to lack of enforcement of our liberal open season of sixty days.
While writing of the game conditions in Mexico, J. E. Estrada says, among other things: “Hunting down here is great; it is not necessary to make long and elaborate arrangements to go out after deer; in fact, one can leave his office in the City of Mexico at noon, drive a little ways out, and get a dozen Indians for about 50 cents each, in Mexican money, and have them drive out of the bushes a half dozen deer with relative easiness.”
From time to time I have noticed inquiries from sportsmen in the columns of your magazine in regard to hunting in Africa. I have made rather extensive investigation in regard to a hunting trip in East Africa, so will try to give some information that may be of interest to some of the readers.
The following letter by Mr. Kumm, bearing on the question of whether or not a cougar will attack a man, except in case of provocation, was forwarded to us by D. Wiggins of Oregon, and we pass it on to our readers without comment: On the 1st of April, 1906, I was coming down the Wilson River, about fourteen miles east of Tillmook City, from the logging camp where I had been working.
Word has been received that the age limit for applicants for the Citizens Military Training Camps has been changed. Under orders just issued from the office of the Adjutant General of the Army, Washington, D. C., corps area commanders are permitted to accept applicants who are 16 years of age, but who will be 17 at some time during the calendar year 1923.
I am sending you a clipping from an Oregon paper. Now this is too near home to be a good joke. It is only about six miles north of Drain on the Pacific Highway—a place where I might happen to be most any night. But as the clipping did not state that the cougar or Mr. Roberts either one screamed, I will not be so afraid.
As I was sitting by the window the other evening about dusk, I saw an old hawk light in some corn stalks about 300 yards north of the house. Getting out my .30 Remington I wallowed thru snowdrifts until I reached an old willow tree a hundred feet or so from the house.
According to the official audit of the Territorial Treasury, bounties were paid on 15,645 eagles during a period beginning January 1, 1917, and ending December 31, 1922. From July 1, 1916, to December 31, 1922, 1,260 wolves were killed and bounties paid.
It has always brought a sense of shame to me to view, the imprisonment that our kind imposes on the big, yearning natures of the beasts and fowls of the earth's free spaces. I have often wondered what pain must be theirs as the vital throbbing impulses of their deeper natures struggly for expression, only to sink again into languor and despair, within the narrow confines of cage and pen.
Mr. Reynolds' artide on lamb-killing crows reminds me of an experience of my own which may throw some light on the subject. In the spring of 1916 I was herding sheep in central Idaho, and had been losing a lot of fine lambs mysteriously. They were all being killed in daylight while I was in camp for my meals, and from the claw marks I was blaming the loss to bobcats.
During the past ten years I have often been asked whetler it is possible for a deer successfully to withstand an attack by coyotes. Heretofore I have always answered in the negative—that I had never seen evidence of a single instance where even the most courageous buck had been able to do it, while hundreds of instances of killings by coyotes have come to my personal attention.
I have about made up my mind to get some pheasant eggs to hatch under some hens, and then this fall to let the young birds go free. We haven't any around here and I would like to get them started. Do you think this would work out all right, and if not, why not?
This department has received numbers of letters from sportsmen disgusted by the attitude of congressmen who voted against the Public Shooting Ground-Game Refuge bill at the last session of Congress. One gentleman, who has noted the negative vote from his state, writes : “I do not understand this, inasmuch as I wrote every one of our senators and congressmen, and practically every one of them replied either stating definitely they would vote for the bill or implying that they would, and if you have a record of the actual votes I would be glad to have you send it to me, and I will take it up with these various congressmen and find out what they mean.”
There is an increasing tendency among doctors to recommend their patients to get some dogs, and get out in the open with a dog or two, or better yet, adopt some form of sport which involves the excitement attending sport connected with dogs. In a nut shell, hunt something—pleasurable outdoor excitement.
The number of remedies for distemper are more bewildering than ever. It has always been a popular saying that more dogs are killed by the use of drugs than without them. This seems a wise saying to the average dog owner. The elimination of drugs entirely from the treatment of disease is obviously a mistake, and if drugs are clumsily used, it is patent that it is not the fault of the drug.
The winner of our photographic contest on Airedales is a dog belonging to R. C. Anderson of Winnepeg, Canada, entered in the Canadian Kennel Club stud book as “Stockfield Desire,” sired by Champion Warland Ditto, ex Stockfield Marcella. This dog bespeaks soundness all the way thru, yet not course in the neck, nor throaty, typical of power all over, but a very clean neck rises out of remarkably well set on shoulders.
The next breed to compete for the Outdoor Life silver medal is the pointer. Any reader of this magazine may send in a photo of his or her favorite pointer. Photographs intended for this competition must be in by September 1, 1923. Each contestant may enter as many prints of his favorite pointer as he wishes, regardless of whether or not he owns the dog, but one of the prints must be a side view.
My 8-months-old cocker developed an acute pain in its breast ; no swelling nor abnormal visible signs, but on being lifted she will yelp pitifully. Will not take food from the floor. In fact, any exertion seems to cause her severe pain when elevating her fore quarters—getting up and lying down, going up or down a couple of steps.
Selection of a trapshooting team to wear the shield of the United States in the Olympic games in Paris in 1924 is something that will occupy the minds of the target breakers from now on. We have heard that the team will be chosen during the Grand American Handicap tournament in Chicago in August.