THE announcement of a hunt in Africa with the Cottars is as full of meaning to the readers of Outdoor Life as the roundup cook’s “come an’ get it” is to a crew of cowpunchers; each is heard as far and is as well understood as the other. The story was announced in our March number, so it isn’t necessary to repeat what was said then, but we will say that Mr. Hoover’s story recounts one of the most interesting and successful African hunts which anyone has made with the Cottars, and that is saying something worth while.
With Pack Train and Tepee in the Rockies of Alberta
Frank Conger Baldwin
IN the early months of 1923 my friend. Harry Snyder of Cleveland, and I learned of a marvelous hunting trip that Major Townsend Whelen of the United States Army had made during the previous fall in the Canadian Rockies of Alberta. The account of Major Whelen’s success in locating large quantities of mountain sheep, goat, moose and caribou, as well as a few grizzlies, coupled with his high indorsement of Stanley Clark, the guide and outfitter, who accompanied him, intrigued our interest to such an extent that I immediately got into personal communication with the Major, and one interview was enough to settle the matter.
I HAVE angled for all varieties of freshwater fish, from lordly 'lunge down thru the long list of common fishes to the “sunny” of fragrant memory; I have used cane-pole and bobber, hand-line and tip-up, Leonard rods and English reels; but always for true rest and recreation commend me to the fly-rod and fuzzy-wuzzy lures.
DURING our recent five-months trip in Alaska taking moving pictures we covered the moose flats on the Kenai Peninsula, where the largest moose are to be found. The world’s record head which came from this district may be seen in the Field Museum in Chicago.
AT first I heard it only faintly, but now it comes very distinctly, for it is the Red Gods calling to me—the Red Gods that dwell in the mountains, that I love so well. It is hard to resist their calling, and when at the same time the wanderlust gets you, then the call had better be answered.
GAME and fish conservation must be learned or acquired from experience in the game and fishing fields. This is not a positive statement, but in about 99 per cent of cases it is true. As a rule the youth hasn’t it in him. In his young and vigorous years he wants action and excitement —usually regardless of consequences.
UNCLE JIM is of rotund figure, has a mottled complexion and an apoplectic blood pressure. He took a vacation for the first time last year and enjoyed it so much nothing could stop him from taking another vacation this year. Uncle Jim is sixty years of age; his family consists of his wife (Aunt Mary), two daughters and myself (a niece).
The end of a day, An occasional star, A horse that loves me true, The tall black trees, A gentle breeze, A moon that is nearly new; The dim grey sky, The dimmer road, The tap of my horse’s feet, A saddle old, With creaks untold, The wane of the day’s great heat;
I RECENTLY completed a 1,200-mile hiking tour from Detroit, Ore., to Kernville, Calif., following along the Cascade and Sierra Nevada Mountains the whole distance. I thought perhaps a brief description of the trip would be of interest to the readers of Outdoor Life.
DURING the last few months I have listened in on a great many discussions among sportsmen covering both sides of the McIlhenny question. There are a few sportsmen who are inclined to look upon the whole thing as a huge joke on the Sage and Rockefeller interests and on the state of Louisiana, and to give McIlhenny credit for getting away with something “mighty clever.”
Phillips Replies to Whelen’s Statement, May Number
The May issue of Outdoor Life came this morning, and of course the first thing I looked for was Major Whelen’s letter. I was expecting that he would try to correct some of the impressions that he created in his article, but instead I find more misstatements than in the original story.
THE story of the early West would not be complete with the feature of amusement left out, for all peoples, everywhere, have their games and recreations, even in the face of war, and the healthier, hardier and plainer the people the more their lives are reflected in their play moments.
Bill is a mushroom expert, and Bill is a friend of mine, He has studied the amanita and all its ancestral line; He goes to the fields each autumn to harvest a dinner treat For he knows which are deadly fungi, and which are the ones to eat. Bill can talk by the hour on mushrooms and he laughs at my timid fears, He is still in the land of the living and has eaten the things for years; He is wise in the lore of the meadow, the swamp and the dark ravine, And I’d say, of the mushroom experts, he’s the best that I’ve ever seen.
CHAPTER XIV (PART 2)-AMP;AMP;EMDASH;STRIKING, PLAYING AND NETTING
O. W. Smith
THUS far I have written only of rising and striking, paying but little attention to the playing, tho when a fish is well hooked the battle is only begun. Lest the reader should believe I thought the fish of greater importance than the playing, I will turn to that matter at once.
THE ONE most distinct and evident fact about the trout found in all the lakes and streams that I have ever fished in Southeaster Alaska is their apparent lack of life. Altho there are some exceptions to this case, I have found it to be generally true.
AT this age of conservation, when game and fish protectors are doing their utmost to reduce the game and fish bags, limit the seasons and keep down the poachers, it is significant that we have a product which at least helps the fisherman in the one item of conservation, and, besides, assures him of about as full a bag as he would get otherwise.
PERHAPS the fly-fisherman is never more puzzled than when he comes to a long dead-water, either at the head of a dam or natural obstruction, or in a bend or elbow of the stream. Tactics that win in white water will often prove unavailing here; indeed, I have entirely different methods for dead-water.
I am interested to put fourteen small mountain creeks to use in fish culture, but as I know nothing at all as to how to install and operate a hatchery, nor the kind of fish which would be most appropriate, I am asking your department for information.
While we are doing our hot-stove fishing and holding post-mortems over the “big ones” we got and the “bigger ones” we didn’t get, permit me to tell you of the biggest “kick” I ever received from a “fish.” No, I didn’t catch that fish—my friend, Joe Walton (a distant kinsman of the famous Izaak), caught it! Just below the town of Granite, Colo., lies the Clear Creek Dam, property of the Colorado Fuel and Iron Company.
Editor Angling Department :—Was greatly interested in an article in April  Outdoor Life on crappie fishing, tho I have had but little success save with live bait. Can’t understand the picture [reproduced herewith.—Ed.] or what you are trying to get at.
WELL, MEN, it’s time to wind up the Baby Lincoln and let ’er start ticking off the miles on the open road. Toss aboard the duffel bag, the folding pocket gasoline stove, the collapsible auto tent and dining set, the fly rods and fly swatters, the shotguns and bug-guns, the non-breakable, selfwashing dishes, the sunburn lotion and the citronella, the wife and kids and let’s hit the trail to anywhere away from here.
The map on this page is the second in a series which will appear in Outdoor Life during the year ahead. Each month the tourist, autocamper and outdoorsman will be given a map covering one of the states or principal highways, each well worth saving for future use.
THE Yellowstone Trail has become a national institution. Its progress has continued to reflect a growth of national good roads and tourist travel sentiment. Its present condition is an excellent measure of the status of American Highway construction in every state thru which it passes.
The movable camp of the autocamper suggests a shelter which is adequate to protect the occupants from the weather and one simple to erect and take down and light enough for the means of transportation. Tent makers have vied with each other in making tents which best fit our needs and yet elaborate enough to answer the purposes of a comfortable outdoor home.
Yellowstone.—Three thousand three hundred and forty-eight acres in northwestern part of tate. Greatest volcanic exhibit in the world and more geysers than all the rest of the globe. Boiling springs, mud volcanoes, petrified forests, the Grand Canyon in vivid colors, large lakes, streams and waterfalls.
A road goes up the mountain height that shadows the mining town, In ever-widening zigs and zags from precipitous clifts and abysmal crags; Where forty times in half a mile, as you run in low and try to smile, Death’s on the running board grinning at you, but some way you grin him down.
The subject of heat and light is one of the biggest problems of the motorist who is making camp late or in wet weather. Ofttimes there is no wood to be found and if there is it is not in condition to burn. In the darkness it is hard to find fuel even in fair weather.
Autocamping Editor:—Please give us some information about the necessary equipment for two adults and two children going on a two-month summer trip.—A. H., Miss. Answer.—Certain items of autocamping equipment are considered as essentials and each item is represented by several styles for your choice.
HAVING previously written of "deer rifles," I am this month giving examples of American big-game rifles, for the most part merely treating the cartridges. American big game I would consider bears, brown and grizzly, moose, elk, caribou, mountain goats and mountain sheep.
WITH metal for casting at about 30 cents a pound, cost of gas, waste, cost of good grease like Japanese wax at about $2 a pound, I found that my cast bullets cost me fully l cent each, and I had all my work for nothing. That is, the same money in low-price metal patch .30-caliber bullets would buy as many bullets metal patched as it would buy lead east ones, with the work of casting and greasing saved.
In the February number of Outdoor Life I notice that Mr. Bamford of B. E. A. takes me rather severely to task for certain statements made in a recent contribution of mine titled “The Cost of a Trip to Africa.” The figures for the cost of game licenses, etc., were taken from the Game Preservation Ordinances of Tanganyika Territory.
Ten shots made by Dean W. Martin of Kentucky, using a Savage Sporter as issued in regard to sights—no peep or telescope. The shooting was done from a kneeling position, the distance being 52 yards down grade. There was a light variable cross wind with cloudy sky with temperature about 20 degrees Fahrenheit.
Annual Metropolitan Handicap and International Matches, 1924
Place.—Forty-seventh Regiment Armory, Brooklyn, N. Y. Time.—Consecutive Saturdays, January 19 to March 8, 1924, inclusive, 3 to 10 o’clock p. m. Officers.—Harry M. Pope, president; Lt. Com. Leon Dickinson, vice president; J. R. Vanderputten, treasurer; L. T. Everett, secretary; Leo Manville, executive officer.
THE idea that a person must be a natural born shot to become expert in the use of firearms is entirely wrong. Some of our best marksmen of today are those who, when they have been persuaded to try the game, liked it so well that their enthusiasm, with practice, carried them to success.
On page 131 of the February number of Outdooor Life J. F. Bergesch describes a light load for the .30-’06, and I wish to say that if he will try the .32-20 115-grain metal-patch bullets and the same load of powder he will find that the .32-20 bullet shoots much more accurately than the 71-grain .32 Colt automatic bullet.
Don Wiggins, an Oregon sportsman, has shown the utter futility of the reformers who have flooded the country during the past few years with arguments in favor of anti-pistol and revolver laws. Mr. Wiggins, who is somewhat of a machinist on guns, went into his shop and with a shotgun, a 25-cent pocket-knife and a file demonstrated how easy it is to turn a regular standard, single barrel, 12-gauge shotgun into a pretty effective short gun that can be used by any criminal and carried in a pocket concealed.
I wish to take this opportunity to write you how pleased I am that your magazine (March issue, pages 178 and 216) is taking a stand against these “humbug laws” that would “prevent possession of arms,” or “taxing revolvers and cartridges out of existence” with the idea that such legislation would prevent crime.
A Challenge to the Author of the Copeland Anti-Pistol Bill
DURING the past months we have heard and read a great many of the expressions regarding proposed anti-pistol legislation, and in particular the Copeland bill. We have read some mighty fine arguments against this measure, written by sportsmen representing all parts of the nation.
Several thousand American citizens have answered “yes” since November 15. I wonder if you think the teaching of Americans in the right way to handle guns is good? These thousands of Americans have indicated that they believe in the sale of government surplus rifles and ammunition to citizens who want to learn to use them.
One of our readers, W. D. Harry, recently wrote to Senator Copeland regarding the anti-firearm bill which that congressman introduced in the Senate. So far as can be learned, all letters to Senator Copeland are given the same attention, viz., they are forwarded for answer to Magistrate McAdoo of New York City, self-admitted author of the bill, who in turn replies with a form letter regardless of the nature of the comments made, or of the questions asked by the writers.
I wish to say I do not agree with Geo. H. Treadwell on his .38-40. I am not prejudiced against this caliber, as it is all right for what it is intended for. But when a man says it is the best all-around gun for use up to and including black bears he had better take a back seat and be still.
The revolver shown in the photo is almost identical with the single action Army (Frontier model) excepting that it is smaller. It is stamped .38-caliber on frame and takes the .38 long Colt cartridge. The serial number is 123, barrel 5½ inches, the weight is 22 ounces, as against 36 ounces for the .45-caliber single action illustrated, or same as the .22-caliber Colt Target model with 6-inch barrel.
I was very much interested in Brother Williams’ “Answering Newton on the Ross" in the January issue of Outdoor Life, and, in fact, I am very much interested in all your articles dealing with the Ross rifle. Of course, you will know from this that I am a proud owner of a Ross (which has been Hoovlerized).
Will you please let me know if Charles Newton has yet perfected his rifles and ammunition, and if they are now on the market? If so, are the rifle barrels bored with the ordinary lands (i. e., as distinct from his first effort of curved lands), and can you honestly recommend the .30-caliber with the .180-grain bullet? There is one of your countrymen out here now with a rifle firing a cartridge said to be designed by Whelen.
A comparison of the game laws of the various states shows that there is no consist ency in them regarding the bag limit of migratory wildfowl, and therefore little to commend them to sportsmen as a whole. Of the forty-eight states, in twenty-nine the bag limit on ducks is 25 per day, in eight it is 20, in nine it is 15 and in two it is 10.
On page 64 of the January, 1924, issue of Outdoor Life there appeared a short article on “The Whooping Crane,” and I wish to state that I saw two whooping cranes (probably a pair) on May 29, 1921. I was staying at the Tarpon Inn, Useppa Island, west coast of Florida, at the time, and was on the boat dock at the west side of the island about 7 a. m. when these two white cranes came flying over.
The wardens in Alaska get many letters from sportsmen who are contemplating a hunting trip in this country, and some of them ask a great many foolish questions. We are always glad to answer these, but I think if you will give publicity to the following it will save a lot of correspondence: Write to the governor’s office at Juneau for game and fur circular No. 8, and anyone will get all the information he requires.
Due to erroneous information furnished me by our consul I arrived at Angola at the worst possible time —the height of the rainy season, when the grass is from 6 to 10 feet high all over the country. There is not much rainfall on the coast, so I did not realize what we were up against until we got up into the interior.
I have read the article, “A Federal License Law,” by Captain Chas. Askins in the January number of Outdoor Life. Never was the truth of the matter better spoken. I wonder when, if ever, we sportsmen will get satisfaction in Congress.
More than 2,500 human lives have been sacrificed to date, to say nothing of the millions of dollars of loss of property and timber and the great toll of game and other wild life, thru needless forest fires caused by careless campers. It only requires five minutes of your time to quench your camp fire with water and bury it before breaking camp.
The Gopher Camp Fire Club, the largest sportsmen’s organization in the state of Minnesota, recently held its thirteenth annual banquet, at which 1,585 members were present. In addition to the banquet, which was unusual because of the number of members fed, the evening’s program consisted of a number of pointed speeches and an excellent entertainment planned by the stunts committee.
One of the most beautiful tracts of redwood in existence, a grove comprising 166 acres in Humboldt County, has been given to the state of California by Mrs. Zipporah Russ as a memorial to her husband. Mrs. Russ crossed the plains in a covered wagon in 1852 and her husband came around the Horn to California in 1850.
A definite response to the call of President Coolidge, issued from Washington a few rays ago, for a greater measure of life outdoors, will be the National Outdoor Sports Exposition to be held in Grand Central Palace during the week of May 26 to 31.
The late John Burroughs wrote of the red squirrel: Nearly all the birds look upon it as their enemy and attack and annoy it when it appears near their breeding haunts. Thus I have seen the pewee, the cuckoo, the robin and the wood thrush pursuing it with angry voice and gestures.
In Luzerne County, Pa., has been formed American Legion forest fire patrols, the object of which is to save valuable timber, preserve game birds and safeguard human lives. Already the idea is meeting with enthusiastic support and it is hoped that the movement may spread to every one of the 11,000 posts of the American Legion.
My attention was attracted to “Reported Poisoning of Quail” in the February issue of your magazine, and this article was of especial interest to me, as I have for some time been endeavoring to authenticate reports as to possible damage to birds by the extensive use of poisons thruout the cotton-growing states, in an effort to combat destructive insect and worm pests.
I have found what I believe to be a very unusual case of biting off more than one can chew. It is a frog that caught and attempted to swallow a song sparrow with the result that the frog was himself strangled to death. I have talked with a great number of people, including no less an authority than Geo. L. Eordice, nationaly known birdman, but none has ever seen or heard of such a happening, not even the fellow who is always saying, “Yes, I saw one like that.”
Illinois is the third state to enforce a law protecting certain of its wild flowers that were fast disappearing. The bill, which was enacted and went into effect the first day of July, 1923, states that it shall be unlawful for any person, firm or corporation to knowingly buy, sell, expose or offer for sale any blood root, lady slipper, columbine, trilium, lotus or gentian, or any part thereof, dug, pulled or gathered from any public or private land, unless in the case of private land the owner or lawful occupant gives permission in writing.
If you know of a good sport who would like to get out and rough it, do his own bunting, etc., I would be glad to take him as a partner. The trip could beheld down to a minimum, say three or four horses and the two of us and outfit.
The first national forest to be created under President Coolidge, as well as the first forest under federal control to be established in Pennsylvania, has been created in that state pursuant to a presidential proclamation dated September 24, 1923, and is to be known as the Allegheny National Forest.
We didn’t suppose that anyone but anglers would be caught vying with each other for high honors in the story-telling circle, but have seen evidence to the contrary. This time it is about snakes—rattlesnakes. First, from the Wyoming district of rodent control, Bureau of Biological Survey, comes a story of the killing of 500 rattlesnakes on the Sowers Ranch in the past nine years.
Still the hot shot is falling into the camp of Mcllhenny. Go to it, old-timer, and tell the world what this man is trying to do. I am a native of Louisiana myself, but if E. A. McIlhenny gets away with his scheme I will he ashamed to admit where I was born.
This time I have the sad news to tell you that we have lost a friend—our good old friend, W. H. Jones, better known to his intimates as “Uncle Bill.” One of his last wishes, just two days before bis death, was that he might live to make one more hunt.
I would regard it as a great favor if you would settle a controversy for me. It has to do with the weight of a grizzly bear known as “Three-Toed Mose,” killed in the vicinity of Montrose, Colo., approximately twenty-five years ago. One side places the weight at 2,600 pounds, but the other side is of the opinion that that figure is too high, and as all hands agree that Outdoor Life is the final court of appeal, I have taken the liberty of asking your assistance.
Senator Smith W. Brookhart of Iowa introduced the Game Refuge Bill in the upper branch of Congress on March 24. Its number in that body is S. 2913 and it has been referred to the Senate Committee on Agriculture and Forestry. The initial hearing in the House was held before the Committee on Agriculture March 29.
I am a reader of Outdoor Life, and noticed your articles on snakes. I have an educational picture on the haunts and life of a rattlesnake in its wild stage, such as : 1— Capturing den of rattlers. 2— A mother and her young. 3— The feeding. 4— The extracting of poison.
Motor Camping, by J. C. and John D. Long; 340 pages ; numerous illustrations ; $2 net ; Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc., New York. Just the information the motor camper needs, in compact and convenient form. A guide book supplying practical advice on cooking, sleeping quarters, equipment, a summary of the leading camp sites, of the fishing and game laws, of the varying rules of the road, of the trailer laws and other essential information.
So far as may be determined from the earlier writings, hounds were brought to England by the Romans, and from them developed a species originally called the “beagle,” from the French, used principally for the pursuit of the hare, and for which, indeed, they are principally used in England even at the present time.
I have three hound dogs, one large coon hound, one red bone hound and one 15-inch beagle dog, that have developed a disease that I have never seen before. When they get hot or very excited they have a running, barking fit which I have been unable to cure.