WHILE hunting sheep in the Lillooet and Chilcotin country of British Columbia in 1906 I met an old wilderness hunter, Bill Manson by name. Manson had had a wonderful and varied career. In his younger days he had hunted all over the Pacific slope from Washington to Alaska, and had taken part in most of the gold rushes.
A WAY back in the '90s Jim Windham and Dr. Cook were regarded the boss turkey hunters in old Pickens County, Ala. In those balmy days, before the timber men reached this section, the virgin swamps along the Tombigbee River abounded in wild turkeys, deer, wildcats, 'coon and opossum.
EVERY reader of this number should carefully digest what Capt. Chas. Askins, America's greatest authority on bird shooting and an ardent student of wildfowl preservation, has to say regarding the McIlhenny shooting club, now being organized by the latter gentleman in Louisiana.
WHENEVER possible I believe a hunter should shoot his game from the offhand position, but while I sincerely believe this and advocate the off-hand position for all hunters to learn thoroly, and while I believe that ninety-nine out of every hundred shots I have ever fired at game have been from the off-hand position, I also know that there are times when one will simply have to adopt some sort of a resting position, and this often in a hurry, when game is sighted.
ABOUT the third of September, 1922, a party of four left Valdez for a trip into the interior of Alaska, bent on a search for various and sundry game, mainly ptarmigan. The party consisted of W. N. Cuddy, his wife, my wife and your humble servant— very humble—with two bosses and a helpless and somewhat inefficient example of the hunting specimen.
LET me describe an incident in your past life, Mr. Duckhunter—an incident that left a deep impression on you. You were sitting in a blind in a northwest gale, with the snow swirling past and your decoys tossing in the wind-swept lake. Then you heard something.
THERE are many places in Canada where the big-game hunter can get his moose or his black bear or goat, but there are mighty few places where he can get as good a chance at a variety of game like moose, caribou, grizzly and black bear, goat and mule deer as he can in the vicinity of Barkerville, B. C.
Now that the end of another hunting season is at hand, it is a good time to consider for a moment things past and present. How have you fared the past year? Are prospects bright for more sport during the years to come? What changes could you recommend which you believe would better shooting and fishing conditions in your territory, or which would be of general interest to the cause of sportsmanship?
CIVILIZATION, as a fixed condition, is a leveler and a destroyer of individuality, while the new, undeveloped wilderness calls for only the very positive and strongly individualistic man and woman. These are apt to be dreamers who see big things in the future and then take the shortest methods and cut the corners to make this vision come true.
IT is a pretty picture Mr. La Branche paints, and as the quotation is not overly long I am going to give it in toto: On the either side of the brink of the miniature fall above the white water may be seen boulders, seemingly acting as gatemen, directing the running waters to pass between.
I know a place where tinkling rivulets fall Thru jade-green moss on the canyon wall, And gossipy pines, in jealous mien, Confide to the birds what the winds have seen; Where the willows droop o’er turquoise pools, And the forest silence in grandeur rules.
IT is not so difficult to build a rod as some anglers imagine, especially a casting rod. Anyone with a wee bit of mechanical ability and some patience can really produce a very creditable piece of work. I have had visitors look over my battery of rods and pick out some of my own workmanship as being the most striking and, as they supposed, perfect.
Letter No. 924—Dressing a Line and Enameling a Lure
Letter No. 925—Diseased Trout
Letter No. 926—Building a Rod
Letter No. 927—Lures for Trout When Employing Casting Rod
Editor Angling Department :—With its advantages and disadvantages, its good qualities and its defects, do you think that a fishing license law is what Connecticut needs to improve her trout and bass fishing? The money derived from fishing licenses would be used for the construction of additional hatcheries, according to the sponsors of the bill.
BY way of facilitating the work of his department, the A. & A. editor is here calling attention to certain things. The first of these is his own limitations, the second the policy which governs Outdoor Life and all other similar magazines, and the third is the mechanism brought into play in answering queries.
CAMP PERRY is a beautiful place—when it is not raining. Imagine a wide sweep of perfectly level land on the shores of Lake Erie, bordered by trees, paths and roads winding here and there, the entire sweep sodded to blue grass, a gigantic lawn. Houses of one kind and another were placed here and there, seemingly at random, or in picturesque spots, but the great rows of tents one after another were placed with mechanical exactness.
I am very much interested in your Arms and Ammunition department, especially so in what it has said regarding the Ross rifle. I have just finished reading Charles Newton’s article in regard to the Ross rifle. He says if a primer is pierced the shooter is in for stopping the bolt with his cheek bone or letting it get away.
IN this chapter we will content ourselves with ballistic figures and figures for patterns rather than to publish patterns as they were shot. We think possibly the reader has been surfeited with the number of patterns shown, and pattern figures tell a story fairly well.
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Editor Outdoor Life:—In most every issue of Outdoor Life for the past few months there has been someone writing in regard to the bill brought up by some energetic “sister” that would, if passed, deprive me of one of my pastimes and hobbies—the privilege of owning and shooting a pistol or revolver.
I SPOKE of pulling and firing a hit, not just a shot, in two seconds with a sixgun. That is about as quick as the act can be done, if one must be sure of a hit in one shot. Now I am perfectly aware that this statement will plow up a lot of protests and plenty of figures showing much faster work.
SINCE the subject of big-game rifles is with us always, probably never will be settled in favor of one caliber or another, J. A. McGuire has asked me to contribute briefly on rifles for African big game. I am not expecting to add anything to what has already been told, and do not in the least maintain that my views are the result of personal experience.
In an article in July Outdoor Life I stated that the Springfield rifle had been tested with pressures as high as 133,000 pounds per square inch without injury to barrel, bolt or receiver. In a foot-note the former Arms and Ammunition editor expresses the opinion that I have the figures too high, as he saw a barrel split with a pressure of 125,000 pounds.
I have a serious fault to find with Capt. Askins' article on the 16-gauge gun, as contained in July, 1922, issue of your publication. The conclusions drawn by Capt. Askins, as well as the tables furnished, are at total variance with my own experience of over forty-five years afield, forty of which have been spent with the 16-gauge almost exclusively, at all game from snipe to geese.
Replying to Mr. Clough, I’d merely like to say, good boy! Come along! Of course Outdoor Life will want that article on the 16-gauge, and I’d like to see it myself. None of us know so much that we cannot learn a bit more, and Mr. Clough may well have a treat in store for us.
Believing that one’s light and findings should not at all times be hidden under the proverbial bushel, I am offering this article without frills or fiction, claiming nothing from the standpoint of the scientific ballistician, simply the practical findings and results of a dyed-in-the-wool devotee of the gun, whose experience during fifty odd years may be second to very few in the way of aim, pull, bag (or miss) game, both large and small.
I noticed an article in regard to the alleged Paris gun. The American naval guns described in this article have some errors, as I happened to be one of the crew of these guns—used on the front in France. The length was 58 feet 6 inches instead of 59 feet 7 inches, weight 271 tons, could be fired at 45 degrees instead of 38, and its best range was at 43 degrees and 45 minutes.
IN 1919 we who had been so thoughtful of our Uncle Samuel as to pitch into the scrap for him after he had thrown his hat over the fence onto European land as an indication that he was tired of having his nights' sleep broken up by the eternal scrapping of his neighbors, and intended to stop that noise if he had to lick all of the participants in the scrap, woke up to find that we had parted with our pleasure-indulging firearms, in the expectation of never being able to handle them again (of "croking" on the other side), now came to the realization that certain of our treasured shooting irons were to be no longer manufactured, and if we indulged in our favorite pastime of slinging lead, we must buy second-hand goods or new makes of goods entirely.
If I read the signs correctly, there is a large and growing number of riflemen who are not going to be satisfied until they get a .22 rifle and cartridge between the .22 long rifle and the .22 High-Power. To my mind, the rifle should be a bolt-action repeater with a box magazine and a man’s size stock.
(Note.-—-Queries answered this month are those which remained unpublished at the time Mr. Askins took charge of this department, and were answered by our former A. & A. editor.) After reading and studying your magazine for the last couple of years I found the .38-40 recommended as a revolver cartridge.
COVERING over 3,000 miles along the eastern slope of the Rockies and extending from Canada to Mexico, the Glacier to Gulf Motorway distinctively functions in a way different from most auto highways in that it is the highway from the summer heat of the Southland north to the cool retreats of the National Park regions, and in winter it is the premier trail from the North to the friendly winter climes of the South.
An item of equipment so universally used by the camping fraternity as the gasoline pressure stove has good reasons for its popularity. It is the ultimate in portability, uses fuel always handy in connection with the car, can be used inside or out of the tent, and supplies much heat with two or more burners and a flame which is at once intense and sootless.
SOME New York City residents still believe that "up state," as they often speak of the rural sections, are still very wild; that a few hundred miles farther west the Indians and wild animals are much to be feared; that west of the Mississippi River the professional trappers with long, flowing beard and hair, clad in buckskin, are much in evidence.
The raising of silver black foxes in captivity was started about thirty years ago, on Prince Edward Island. At that time and until about fifteen years ago the business was controlled by a very few men; but since that time the business has developed considerably in Canada and the United States.
The people of Colorado en masse, along with other of the newer states, have been prone to neglect one of their greatest internal assets—their wild life. They have followed the policy of “letting George do it,” with the result that George has found an impossible task.
This photo is of the dam on the Yakima River, Wash., at the in-take of the Sunnyside Reclamation Irrigation Canal. There are two fish ladders here, one on each side, but during May there was an enormous number of large salmon going up the river to spawn, and the rapids below the dam was alive with them.
Lyons, Colo.—Jack Kemp, St. Vrain rancher, was rescued Saturday from a tree in which he had “slept” all night, while a mountain lion parked near the trunk of the tree. Passing motorists were attracted by Kemp’s cries and succeeded in frightening the animal away.
According to a report sent out by the Biological Survey, which works with the Colorado State Board of Stock Inspection Commissioners in predatory animal extinction and control, sagehens show a great increase in numbers during the past three years in the North Park country near the Little Grizzly Creek.
The sumach on the mountain-side a crimson carpet seems, And faintly, like a silver thread, the distant river gleams; The setting sun against the hills in smoky glory dies, And oh, the call is in my heart to take the Trail of Dreams! Oh, the long trail, the brown trail, the trail to Everywhere, The high-road, the by-road, with autumn in the air; To Gypsy blood and Gypsy hearts the call comes ringing clear, And it’s ho for the Gypsy Trail that leads from Here to There! Like smoke against the purple hills the haze of autumn lies, While softly thru the drifted leaves the ghost of summer sighs; And far across the mountain-tops my heart has heard the call To seek the Gypsy Trail again beneath October skies! Oh, the long trail, the brown trail, the trail to Everywhere, The high-road, the by-road, with autumn in the air; To Gypsy blood and Gypsy hearts the call comes ringing clear, And ifs ho for the Gypsy Trail that leads from Here to There!
Do the deer ladies sometimes turn sultragettes and grow horns? It seems they do, and good, substantial ones, too. I knew of a mounted head near here, so after reading the editor's doubts of a doe growing horns of much size, I went out and procured all the details.
“I do not claim that this is a record moose, but it does rank among the largest. The shoulder height (measuring from the top of the shoulder to the heel of the front foot) was 83 inches, measurement made immediately after killing. Two and a half months later the following measurements were made after the animal was dressed and frozen: Girth, SS inches; body length, 110 inches ; depth of chest, 38 inches ; length of head, 25 inches ; spread of antlers, 50 inches, and the estimated weight (from butchers' weights according to the rule of Dr. Hornaday) 1,545 pounds.”
We have now acclimatised elk, moose, quinnat and Atlantic salmon, rainbow trout, also a herd of Virginia whitetail deer (on Stewart Island), and California quail everywhere. Not so bad for your game, I should say. We also have the European red deer and fallow deer, chamois, pheasants, rabbits and hares; and from Asia sambur deer.
There is something dead up the creek. A progressive Congress will meet in December to consider the Public Shooting Ground - Game Refuge Bill. And right now the whole country is ringing with the McIlhenny scheme of cashing in on existing game refuges to the tune of $4,000,000.
I have read the statement by William T. Hornaday on page 171 of September number, and earnestly hope that every sportsman in our good old U. S. A. will read it. After completing the story I paused just a moment. My mind drifted back a few—very few—years, and 1 saw a picture of a once beautiful state.
Swan Lake, which grows at least fifty kinds of plant life as well as an abundance of fresh-water snails valuable as food for water birds, has been saved to Minnesota thru the efforts of the State Game and Fish Commissioners, the Biological Survey of the United States Department of Agriculture and land owners and local conservationists of the region.
From the pen of Frank L. Bramble of South Dakota comes an interesting story which reveals the family life of some of the little feathered inhabitants, and the way in which they, like people, carry on family obligations when one or the other of the mates dies or is killed.
Again the hunting season’s with us, Former sunny skies are gray; The sporting dealers’ windows All contain a grand display Of new model guns and rifles, With other trifles quite replete, That make my cherished hunting outfit Sometimes seem quite obsolete.
A Correction—No Springfield Barrels on Krag Actions
C. E. STODTER
In your November issue, on page 374, I notice the following statement made by your Arms and Ammunition editor: “The government is now putting Springfield barrels on the Krag actions and selling them for $6, or $7.50, I have forgotten which.”
On May 29, 1922, sent a check in full payment for a threebarrel gun with ’scope, to Fred Adolph, Genoa, N. Y., on his promise to deliver this gun by October 1, 1922. This gun is still undelivered, and he refuses to answer courteous letters of inquiry as to when, in his judgment, this gun will be shipped.
Have you made your reservations for the banquet of the Tenth National Game Conference? The conference this year will be held on the 10th and 11th of December at the WaldorfAstoria, New York City. This is America’s biggest gathering of men for the betterment of the sportsman’s lot in life.
THOSE who have read Mr. McGuire's editorial in the November number of Outdoor Life, the advertising literature of an Eastern sporting magazine, or the press-agent work carried by many newspapers in behalf of the Louisiana Gulf Coast Club will understand the situation well enough so that a history of the club and its object would here be a waste of time.
My name as president of the American Game Protective Association has appeared as a member of the advisory board of the Louisiana Gulf Coast Club on both its stationery and publicity matter sent broadcast. No authority was ever given for the use of my name or that of the association, and immediately the matter was called to my attention I gave notice to the promoter of the Louisiana Gulf Coast Club to remove my name from both stationery and printed matter.
Many exceptionally fine performances have been returned in the trapshooting tournaments during the 1923 season upon which the curtain is now being dropped. When the averages are compiled, we believe that they will show a high-water mark for professional shooters in the figures made by John R. Taylor of Newark, Ohio.
Near Nature’s Heart, by Crawford Jackson; 96 pages; illustrated; $2.50 net ; Crawford Jackson, Atlanta, Ga. A book of verse, being the result of observations made by the author and passed on in this form to lovers of the wide outdoors and Nature.
A contributor in the Kennel Review, J. E. Webster, writes the following very practical letter on distemper; as the kennel editor has been saying the same things for some years, he heartily endorses the writer’s ideas : “A great deal of reading matter has been furnished by various writers the past few months pro and con of this dread disease, which all dog owners make a special effort to avoid coming in contact with.
How large are the largest snakes in the world ? Some shows have claimed snakes 30 feet long. I once read—read understand—that a Mrs. Somebody had just received a telegram telling her that her son in South America had been killed by a snake. The telegram said the snake was 50 feet long and weighed 1,000 pounds.