IT has been aptly said that “What’s everybody’s business is nobody’s business”—in other words, when a man starts out to accomplish something of interest and profit to himself, he immediately out lines his plan, gets hold of his friends and his aides, lays the proposition before them, and thru his personal friendship, his magnetism and his enthusiasm he puts the thing over.
We started back down the valley of the Muddy to our main camp
BY September 28th Stanley Clark and I were well into the mountains to the west of the Smoky River. We had stopped at one camp to hunt, and had each gotten a mountain goat. On this day’s hunt we had seen a lot of other goats, eight ewes and a bunch of fourteen caribou, and it began to look as tho we had at last reached a good game country.
“Friend—HOW!” Well cherished by the memoried, written word, In pulsing tales where danger, death and blithe romance abide, Vital pioneerings of a new-born nation struggling ever west, O’er wilds where crude Americans first dared and in its glories died! Who, visualizing, can but thrill to inborn pride o' race! Glorious chapters, rugged truths and heroisms of a hell-infested trail, Oh! heritage more lofty than high heights of parent Hope itself, Battle standard flying signal today—“Americans, by us, ye dare not fail”!
FAR up in Northwest Wyoming, some hundred and twenty-five miles south of the south entrance to the Yellowstone Park, out among the mountainous, rough country of that most spectacular section of the American Rockies, near where the Grand Tetons thrust their amazing mass of granite into the sky, John R. Boardman of Oklahoma City, with the co-operation of a small group of outdoor enthusiasts, built and has for several years maintained a summer cottage.
A BOUT fifteen years ago a certain banker spent a day with me in the mountains trout fishing. Bankers are, I think, the same as anyone else; they have their human side and their business side; and there is nothing that makes a man more human than to have good luck on a day’s fishing trip.
Three wolves crept out of the hills one night— Skinny, and Sneaky, and Old Cripple-toe— “Shadow-gray,” “shadow-black”—slunk they all so, Avoiding the trail of the full moonlight. Skinny had puppies, too new yet to see, And Sneaky was last of a timber host.
A GRAY day on the desert. That was what we had, and as it was so very unusual I was at a loss to figure out the reason. I awoke to find the landscape veiled in fog. It looked more like Portland than the Palo Verde. The sequel proved all to be caused by a storm at sea which had driven the fog far inland.
GULF fishing is a rather well-worn topic and its discussion has become a bore to some anglers, but if one will experience a day or two out hip-deep in the exhilarating brine with a good rod and plenty of fresh bait, I believe the most skeptical will heartily enjoy it, and drop his critical attitude.
"SEE the tuft of rushes over there?” Shirley pointed out into the duck pond, fifty yards beyond the decoys, to a patch of cattails waving in the chill north wind. “The one where that crippled duck disappeared?” Bob asked as he buttoned his coat about his neck and squirmed down in the blind by the oil stove.
The fires are cold tonight, and gray The ashes by the trails, And o'er the blue lake, jar away, The lonely coyote wails. A brooding silence rims the shore And whispers softly spread Among the pines that evermore Blend greenly overhead. Brown faces seem once more to peer From every hill and glade, And on the summits far and near Arc alien hosts arrayed.
HE had ventured a little beyond his customary boundaries and was looking about him in amazement. The tall grass in the midst of which he was standing reached almost to his shoulders, but did not conceal him as effectually as the bushes and underbrush, by which up to that time he had been almost constantly surrounded, had done.
MORE than half a hundred years ago, before the first wave of advancing civilization had appeared on the wide Dakota plains, the summer home of the Santee Sioux, in company with another trapper the writer wandered over the wide land among the lovely lakes which dotted its surface and there found a string of lakes the Indian names of which so captivated his fancy that they are well remembered yet.
MERRY CHRISTMAS and Happy New Year! How many times we have heard that! Yet do we stop to consider just what it means? Or does it mean nothing more than the Greetings of the Season? Phrased in other words, it is the same as saying Another Year Has Passed.
TIME was, and well within the memory of the middle-aged man of today’s West, when a cayuse was a cayuse or a broncho or a mustang, just as it happened; the name was a matter of geographical location only, for the range horse was the same everywhere.
(All rights reserved) Oh, the rollickin’ rhythm of gallopin’ hoofs That heat a tattoo on the sage-covered plain, And rout out the dust-gods in scuttlin’ puffs. And sing with your heart beats an age-old refrain. Oh, the retch and the creak of the sweet strainin' leather.
A series of papers having to do with a subject of increasing interest to every trout fisherman.
CHAPT. XII—PART I—THE DRY-FLY AT NIGHT
O. W. Smith
UNDOUBTEDLY few anglers have experimented with the dry-fly after dark, but I am convinced that it is far and away more successful than is the wet-fly. More and more anglers are resorting to night fishing on much-fished waters. and there is a reason —trout change their feeding habits to meet the exigencies of life.
A NOTHER year has sped, and tonight I sit by the fire dreaming— dreaming of what has been and what I hope will be. 1 think back over the year’s fishing, its little successes and failures, and my mind leaps forward to the year that is to be. Will I find that great brown trout waiting for me in the pool below the ash tree, the one that escaped on the last day of the season this year?
I HAVE a book which I sometimes refer to when in doubt as to the meaning of, or the correct way of spelling, a word, and I presume all of you know the book I have in mind. It gives the meaning of the word “kind” as “one being disposed to do good to others.
TO a much greater degree than in any previous age attention is today being devoted to each particular part of the up-to-date angler’s outfit. It is an age of specialization. The spirit of the age in this respect evidences itself not only in industrial, commercial and literary lines, but also in the matter of modern sports.
MAY I be allowed to make a few criticisms of the September installment of the story “The Dry-Fly in America,” from which I quote the following: . . . “ready to strike on the rise or even before, as has already been emphasized”? Striking is the most difficult thing to learn in connection with dry-fly fishing.
SO much is written these days about hooks without barbs, and so many questions arc asked regarding our stand upon the matter, that we have thought it best to include this brief discussion of the subject, with the blanket promise of more to follow.
Editor Angling Department :—1 am a dub at the game of bass fishing, and would like some advice regarding rods, lures, reels, plugs and flies.—J. M. K., Ohio. Answer.—I must say that I hardly know how to be of aid in a letter—there is so much to say, and there is such a vast difference between the tackle required for fly-fishing and that employed in bass casting.
THIS chapter is intended as a matter of reference for those who may desire to load the heaviest charges for goose and turkey shooting. The shells were all loaded with Du Pont T (formerly Du Pont De Luxe) and Du Pont 93. These powders are not now obtainable by the general public, but it is believed that eventually these powders will be in common use; hence in looking to the future we are specializing on such powders as we are persuaded the next few years will see in the hands of all wildfowl shooters.
PERHAPS the most famous and least understood trick shot is fanning a sixshooter. This is a well understood term to experienced six-shots, of course, but for the benefit of the present and younger, and especially for the automatic generation, it might be well to explain a bit.
I notice in July Outdoor Life where C. T., by mixing his powders, has accomplished the impossible and blown off the side plate of the .40-82 Winchester 86 model. Now, C. T., I am not out after trouble, not me, but merely for information. How’d it happen, anyway, when, so far as my experience has gone, there is no side plate on the old 86 receiver.
In the April number of Outdoor Life Chas. W. Grimm writes, “Peep vs. Open Sights.” His very interesting talk has that indefinable something which the man of mature experience gives and others lack. He mentions the fit of guns. Now, can he not be induced to talk on this?
IN this article I shall illustrate and mention American cartridges only. As might be expected, we have all kinds of cartridges well adapted to American big game and few that should be used on African game or very large and dangerous game anywhere.
G. Latta in his article, “That Swing-Out Cylinder,” in the March number of Outdoor Life, speaks about the first center-fire cartridge, which he thinks was that of the Maynard rifle, several years before the Civil War. I am in possession of an older type of a real reloading center-fire cartridge, one with an everlasting shell.
few years ago the shooting editor of a sportsman’s magazine used much ink in advocating the .32-20 as an all-round gun, claiming that the highvelocity cartridges were sufficiently powerful for deer and small black bear; that for lesser game the regular cartridges with lead bullets could be used, and that the .32 Smith & Wesson cartridge (used singly in magazine rifles) would give satisfactory results on small game.
Life:—Since the appearance of my article in Outdoor Life in which I mentioned the fact that we were making a swing-out, single-action revolver, I have been in receipt of inquiries from all parts of the country asking for information on it.
targeted my Winchester automatic 28-inch full with Super X loads to see what this gun would do at forty and fifty yards with above loads. My findings proved that these Western Super X loads have a killing pattern of 34 inches instead of the old 30-inch killing patterns.
HURRAH for Ashley A. Haines! His article in the June Outdoor Life brings back memories of the never-to-be-forgotten days when I was actually allowed to shoot with a beautifully engraved and finished Ballard for the .22 center-fire cartridge—the first real rifle I ever shot.
Boil barrels for one-half hour in strong soda and water to remove all grease; wash clean in hot water and dry with clean cloth, and while hot rub mixture in well. Let stand in a dry, warm place, about 80 degrees, for four hours, then coat while cold, and stand in drying room for the night.
IN the December issue of Outdoor Life Mr. Thomas asks to hear from others on the subject of reduced charges and cast bullets in the .30-40 and Springfield shells. It would hardly be possible to name any particular bullet and powder charge and guarantee that it would be the best to use in Mr. Thomas’ rifle.
I see so much in Outdoor Life in reference to the use of grease on bullets that I have decided to chime in and say something on the matter. As we all know, some few years ago grease was unanimously recommended for use on high-power rifle bullets, as it was supposed to reduce metal fouling, prevent wear and make cleaning easier.
his article on page 60, July Outdoor Life, “Why the Ross Bolt Blows Back,” Chas. Newton makes some conflicting statements—that is, they conflict with statements given in the Ross catalog and with some facts brought out by the use of the Ross rifle.
L. Stewart’s article, in the March number, reminded me of my experiences with the Model ’17 revolvers. I obtained one of each of these at different times while with the Army in France, and literally fired thousands of rounds thru them. I was regularly armed with the .45 automatic, hut obtained a Smith & Wesson from “salvage” to appease my growing appetite for non-automatic arms.
I am moved to take my typewriter in hand by the article of Edward F. Ball in your September number on “The Killing Power of Bullets.” Mr. Ball is dealing with a subject upon which all rifle cranks, both theoretical and practical, would like to have more light.
To those who are looking for a suitable Christmas gift for their sportsmen friends we would like to suggest a copy of Major Townsend Whelen’s latest book, “Amateur Gunsmithing,” • which is to he off the press soon. As j nearly as can be ascertained at this j time, the price will be $1.50 net; purj chasers will be notified if there is any 1 variation from this quotation.
Is there enough difference, if any, of accuracy between the Savage Model 1919 N.R.A. and Model 1923 Sporter when both are equipped alike with peep sights, to be a handicap in N.R.A. contest? If so, to what extent? What particular make of long rifle cartridge seems to be most accurate in the above particular barrels?
MOTOR campers are interested in a highway because of its being a direct route to his vacation grounds, and in its surface and gradients and the accommodations en route. The Pikes Peak Ocean to Ocean Highway is of particular strategic importance in that it crosses our continent midway between the northern and southern tiers of states in a line as straight as the contour of the country permits, following generally the fortieth parallel of latitude, and reaching from New York to San Francisco.
Got the “Lizzie” packed with kids, tents an’ beds an’ kivers, Ma an’ all her cookin’ pots, an’ what grub we can find ; Fishin’ tackle fer the bunch; the running boards are loaded, An’ what the bus can’t handle ’s in the trailer, on behind. Goodbye, hot winds! Jimmy, turn ’er over.
FOR easy footwear in camp the Indian style moccasin is unexcelled. On the trail moccasins allow the natural play of all the muscles of the foot and are ideal as a hunting adjunct because they are noiseless. They are easily made at home. The leather may be either home tanned by chrome alum Or the medium weight oil tanned stock secured from any harness shop.
I can get cowhide at the butcher shop, and would like to know how to make it into leather. Could you please tell me how to tan it? Which time of the year is it best to tan? I would also like to know if the hides from calves make good leather. Are ordinary goose feathers used in making eiderdown robes, and is it possible to make one at home if I have the material?
THOUSANDS of young and inexperienced trappers find that when snows get deep and severe winter weather comes they are unable to catch much fur. Skunk, civet cat and ’coon do not move about much after the middle of November in states north of Oklahoma, New Mexico and Arizona.
PROFESSIONAL coyote trapping is a business, and like every other vocation if the one engaged in the work is to be successful he must give careful thought to the planning of his operations. Not everyone who traps for coyotes can be classed as a professional any more than a grain farmer who keeps a few swarms of bees could be known as a bee keeper.
On page 388 of the May issue of Outdoor Life I have just run across a very interesting article by J. Horace Irwin on the subject of Colorado deer. Mr. Irwin makes some drastic statements about the use of your hunter’s license money and the absolute incompetence of your politically appointed game wardens.
Where has the pronghorn antelope gone? Of all the wild game that abounded the mountains, valleys and plains, none have approached extinction so rapidly as this timid animal. In 1890, beginning at the southern base of the Blue Mountains in Oregon and extending in a southeastern and southwestern direction, around and across the broad area of the Great American Desert, figuratively speaking, was a region alive with antelope. Even as late as 1900 hundreds of them might have been seen in the valleys or on the plateaus.
My home is San Antonio, Texas, and I have hunted and fished all the state and into Mexico. The most interesting thing I have to say about what I found when 1 went home for a visit (I have been working in another state some time) this summer was the great increase in turkeys and deer.
I notice an account in your August number about the wapiti and moose in New Zealand. I am sorry I did not see it sooner or I would have sent you a paper with the photos of wapiti shot this season in Dusky Sound, also the beautiful scenery which the game have to range ,thru.
Enclosed find my check in payment of subscription for 1923 and 1924. This makes the twenty-second year I have been one of your subscribers, and must confess that I read it just as avidly now as when it first came. Ore.
I have read very interesting tales by somewhat moonshiny authors on hidden valleys in the depths of dark mountains. These hidden valleys are always populated by a prehistoric race or an ultra-civilized sect of a modern one. I have a story of a valley, not quite so hidden, but quite as interesting.
I have now killed a total of 131 panthers, the largest weighing 185 pounds. 1 shot thirty-five mountain lions in two years, got five in one day, four on two other occasions, and three several times. I am the only person in America that got a female with four kittens, proving that they have four at a litter.
In 1905 Theodore Roosevelt presented to New Zealand eighteen wapiti, which were liberated at George Sound. Owing to the ideal conditions of the country and the abundant food, this small herd has increased until it was decided by the government that perhaps a few might be killed.
Many sportsmen believe the white, or whooping crane, to be extinct. We are glad to say that this is not the case, as is shown by the annual report of the chief game guardian of the Province of Saskatchewan, a copy of which was sent to us by J. T. Wilson of that province. According to this report, an observer of long standing saw fifteen whooping cranes pass over the town of Indian Head on April 15, 1920.
On looking over the November issue of Outdoor Life, which just came to hand, I was pleased to note that J. B. Doze, our worthy state fish and game warden, touched on a subject that many of us have been thinking about for a long time, and that is: that the idle rich of our cities are fast usurping all of our hunting and fishing privileges.
I went south of here (Burley, Idaho) just fifty-eight miles to a ranch on the junction of Trout Creek with Goose Creek, and from there hunted five days. Six of us were in the party, and several other parties were hunting in the same territory’.
I have noticed of late quite a little discussion in Outdoor Life in regard to the weight of a full-grown wild turkey gobbler. This discussion, no doubt, was provoked by a statement of mine made in November (1922) issue, that the average weight of a 2 or 3-year-old gobbler was 17% or 18 pounds.
Most people, all those who have followed the literature of the American Game Protective Association, know that an effort was made at the recent session of Congress to pass a federal license bill, the license fee being $1, I believe. The bill failed of passage by a close vote.
Because handed wild birds are found with a serial number and the abbreviation “Biol. Surv." stamped on one side and the abbreviated address “Wash., D. C.,” on the other, it does not mean that the bird so numbered was hatched in the American capital or that it was turned loose there.
I was interested in Sign Talk by El Comancho in a recent number. 1 will say, however, that the government has made an effort to preserve records of this language. Lieut.-Gen. P. H. Sheridan had one of his officers, Capt. W. P. Clark, study the sign language and report on it.
Maw ’n me ’re goin’ deer huntin’ in Union County coming December. We were there with friends who own a fine outfit on Penn’s Creek, bird huntin’, last week. The first bird I shot at got in front of my 16-gauge and bit the dust. None of the other birds were as silly as the first.
For thirty years I have watched the forests rapidly disappearing, causing the water in the small streams to get too warm for the beautiful speckled trout, because there was no shade left to keep the sun’s heat from the water. In some places the stream dried up entirely during the dry weather in summer, and the larger streams got too warm for our American beauty—the speckled trout—and this beauty is fast leaving our North American streams.
If American sportsmen permit Edward A. Mcllhenny to promote to a successful termination his project of establishing a $4,000,000 duck shooting club between the Sage-Rockefeller-Rainey and Ward sanctuaries, we will set back our conservation program many notches.
COME time this winter the Public Shooting Ground-Game Refuge Bill will again be put before Congress for action. When this is done, if sportsmen and sportsmen’s organizations thruout the country have done their work well the measure should meet with little opposition.
Our state game warden has recommended we have a closed season for three years on deer. Knowing what you had to deal with in Colorado a few years ago, with a closed season, we as a bunch of sportsmen in Roswell oppose such a law. Now, if you can give me some points of information in regard to what Colorado sportsmen thought of a closed season, I will appreciate same very much.
It is with sincere regret that Outdoor Life reports the death of one of the real pioneers of the ammunition industry. William Morgan Thomas, familiarly and affectionately known to sportsmen thruout the country as “U. M. C. Thomas,” passed away at his home in Bridgeport, Conn.
Have you exhausted every means to convince the men who represent you at Washington that the Game Refuge Bill must pass at this session of Congress? You owe this duty to yourself and to your friends. You believe in the American principle of free shooting.
When the hunting season opens the trapshooting season virtually closes. There isn't a lot of big game in this country any more, but there is plenty of small game. And there will be more than 5,000,000 persons in the field trying for a shot or two.
Wing Shooting, by Chas. Askins; 88 pages; illustrated; 50c; Outers’-Recreation, Chicago. A comprehensive volume on the art and practice of wing shooting with numerous illustrations showing guns, targets, methods of aiming at flying birds, with interesting ballistics for users of the shotgun and comments on the speed of birds.
Some way or other in the long distant past somebody conceived the idea that a pedigreed dog of bench show qualities, no matter in what breed, was a dog absolutely unfit for the work which that breed was originally intended for. That idea, perhaps because of its novelty and more likely because of its fallacy, has become a very prevalent one.
It just so happened that the opening of the hunting season this year found the writer in Southeastern Illinois, where only the birds outnumbered the men with guns and dogs who sought them. Business activities in many of the smaller towns practically stopped for several days after the opening of the season, and those who weren’t hunting told you how it was done in the past.
In assuming the responsibilities of the Kennel Department of Outdoor Life beginning with this number, the writer wishes primarily to offer such news and information about the various breeds of dogs as will be of greatest interest to the readers of this magazine.
I am on a deal for a fast greyhound for lead dog for coyotes. I wanted to get a male, but have a chance to get a female that I think possibyl is as fast as I could get for the money. T have been told that every time a bitch raises pups they lose some of their speed.
W. A. BEVAN INSIDE “DOPE” The accompanying photograph of the dissected head of a rattlesnake was taken to show the exact location of the venom secreting glands. The snake was first killed with chloroform and the skin removed from the side of the head. The constricting muscle was scraped away from the gland which is marked A.