The Practical Trapper, by Harry Christy; 85 pages; illustrated; $2 net; K. G. Robinson, Box 608, Cordova, Alaska. Not a large volume, but filled to the brim with trapping methods and secrets learned thru years of experience on the trapline. This book is by a practical trapper and includes chapters on all of the principal fur-bearers, as well as Snares and Deadfalls, Running the Trapline and the Care of Furs. Durably bound in board covers.
THE adventures of a hunter in the moose country of Alaska, in which is given the story of a successful hunt in this gameland of the North and some observations made of the “doings” of wild life in that territory. Mr. Gilcrease often had a ringside seat in this outdoor theater and gives us some very fine pictures of live game and especially moose.
THE big grizzly made his first kill of cattle about 1920, when he destroyed fifteen head during the fore part of the summer. After his raids he disappeared from the cattle range and went toward the summit, where he destroyed eighty sheep during the months of August and September.
WE WERE stationed at Wainright, a small Eskimo settlement on the arctic coast of Alaska, some 300 miles north of the arctic circle and within 100 miles of the northernmost point of Alaska, where we were collecting habitat groups for the Colorado Museum of Natural History.
New trails tomorrow, strange and dim. Lead far above the lofty spars; Tonight, beside the blue lake's rim. How friendly seem the constant stars. High thoughts of venture lead us on To windy sweeps of wild plateau; We will be stirring with first dawn; Tonight we watch the embers glow.
CERTAIN California fishing resorts benefited greatly from the writing of a most expert booster, press agent and publicity man—the late C. F. Holder of the Tuna Club of Santa Catalina Island. Because of the adroit propaganda put out by Mr. Holder. California is looked upon now by fishermen as being an angler’s paradise. Nevertheless and notwithstanding all that Mr. Holder wrote, I am perfectly willing to go on record as advancing the claim that the waters of Southern Florida afford sea fishing that cannot be equaled anywhere in this country, and California is not excepted.
I AM satisfied you have all heard of “road hogs,” and no doubt have met them in the middle of the road. Men who are not willing to give you half of the road, but are continually trying to force you in the ditch. You will also find them in most every vocation in life. But the hog that affords me the greatest amusement is the hog in the woods.
OUR party was formally organized and plans duly adopted in the early days of October, 1922, for a moose hunt in the Rainy Lake Country, Ontario. R. C. Healy, L. M. Vreeland and C. C. Dawson of Kansas City, Mo., with Johnnie Clark, a colored gentleman of epicurean skill, arranged to and did meet one John Monnich, who has the distinguished honor and fortune of distributing the famous “flivver” in Fremont, Nebr., and the writer, at the St. Paul Hotel, St. Paul, Minn., on the morning of October 24. The day was occupied in completing our outfit, under the supervision of the veteran Dawson.
NEXT month will appear the first instalment of an eight-part story on the life history of the Alaska big brown bear. The story starts with the birth of Tyee, the cub, picturing in an entertaining way the first year of joys and sorrows, of wonder and education of a baby bear, under the watchful guidance of a loving mother. In the wild mountains of Kodiak Island, Alaska, Tyee grows to be a perfect specimen—a monarch of the wilderness of the North.
THIS is no attempt to argue the case for continued unmolested possession of hand guns. Our side of the case has been so often and so ably presented in past issues of Outdoor Life that such an article would be largely repetition. What I propose to do is to give a brief history of my experience with anti-gun fanatics, together with such inferences as may be reasonably deduced therefrom.
BEFORE anything more is said about this jack snipe bag of mine, I want to call your attention to the first word in the title, “After.” If it had read something like this, “Getting Jack Snipe,” then you’d have put me down as a first-class liar and let it gone at that, but as long as I stick to my original heading I can tell you all about it.
I will report to my game warden any person or set of persons that disobey the game laws of my state. I will be obedient to the advice of my superiors and the game laws of my state and nation, that I may render true service and to the best of my ability carry out their instruction.
The views on this and the preceding page were taken during a 1-year hunt in Africa by George J. Hoffmann. The first five months were spent with Paul Selby, R. C. Baird and Leslie Simpson. The party of four met in Nairobi, B. E. A., in August, 1922, and proceeded on safari into Tanganyika principally for lion hunting.
AS SOON as the old-time West began to settle up the “freighter” appeared on the scene. He did not seem to come from anywhere in particular or to belong to any particular class or clan of men—he just materialized whenever and wherever he was needed.
WORKING under the order of “unfinished business” we may take up a number of unrelated topics, each of greater or lesser importance, touched upon or omitted in the foregoing chapters. So if I should repeat myself here, please remember it is because I wish to approach some subject from a different angle; and if I am apparently contradicting some former statement, it is because “there are two sides to every question.”
“No angel wings for you, my lad,” Said Peter at the Gate; “You were a fisherman on earth, And lied about the weight Of every single fish you caught ; That blazed trail on the left Will take you to the devil's camp. But wait—I’ll tell the heft Of fish I caught in Jordan Creek; I s’pose you think I lie, But I caught one as big as Mars On nothing but a fly, And one as large as Saturn’s rings— His scales were strangely gray; I figure he had dropped to earth From out the Milky Way. . . . .”
AWAY up in Northwestern California, flowing in a northwesterly direction thru the wilds of the Coast Range Mountains into the Pacific, is one of the most picturesque of western streams—the Eel River. Its location, in one of the last frontiers of the West, has until recent years been its protection from the inroads of civilization, and the fish in its waters have been favored accordingly. The changes that have come have lessened the numbers, but the fighting spirit of those that remain is still the same.
HAD Solomon lived today, he would have said something like: “Of the making of tackle boxes there is no end.” Recently a new one came to me, wonderfully beautiful and convenient, tho, of course, I could arrange the “stalls” to better advantage. Every angler thinks that.
Editor Angling Department:—Is there a book giving the dressing of flies? Am sending you samples of my work ; what do you think of them?—M. D. S., Mich. Answer.—There are a number of books on the market giving the dressing of flies. The English books being especially complete. Halford’s “Floating Flies and How to Dress Them the more recent work, “The Natural Trout Fly and Its Imitation,” by Leonard West, is splendid.
ONE of our readers has written to us as follows: I read with some interest an article in your August issue concerning the recoil in revolvers and the effect of gripping on accurate shooting. I wish to call to your attention a few facts concerning firearms.
NOW then, we hand the beginner a single-shot .22 pistol, and right when he expected a flaming .45, too. It is tough, I know, but so it is—if you would learn to shoot a six-shooter. So with a sigh and ill-concealed contempt he takes the .22 pistol— and misses. Somewhat startled, he tries again, and “can’t hit anything with a toy.” No?
IN RECENT years the super-velocity bullet has been advocated for its low trajectory. In some instances a low trajectory is desirable, in others immaterial and in some undesirable. Referring to missing deer, very few misses may be attributed to high trajectory.
;Kindly accept this missive in the same spirit as one would greet the friendly buzz of a mosquito, for you know such sources of mental irritation cannot be entirely banished from the daily trials of men. It is anti-pistol argument, mostly; that is, I do not mean to debate upon the good or bad points of the proposed antigun law. I merely wish to advance my own view's upon the subject.
From my viewpoint this alien firearms law does not seem a bit just. Suppose other countries such as Canada and Mexico, where there are many American residents, were to reciprocate. There has been a law passed recently here in Brazil prohibiting aliens from fishing in salt water out of a boat.
SEVERAL weeks ago I received a letter from an esteemed correspondent and friend, also gun crank, in which, among other things, he asked if I did not consider the .38 Special Colts and Smith & Wessons about the most useless of all the revolvers, considering, as he intimated, the .32-20caliber was a better killer, fully as accurate and gave a flatter trajectory.
FROM all that has been written about the man-stopping qualities of our .44 and .45 pistol cartridges, it appears that the .44-40 is held to be rather better than the .45 Colt, since the latter was reduced in power to get an acceptable recoil. If this is so, then the .44-40 is a better cartridge than any of that group consisting of the .45 Colt, .44 Special, .44 Russian, .45-230 automatic and .45-255 auto-rim.
I purchased a March copy of Outdoor Life and turned immediately to the Arms and Ammunition department for an enjoyable chat with you. My eye lit on an article entitled “Too Many Calibers,” and the note at the end of the article—both of which claimed my attention.
THE average layman knows little of the possibilities of a revolver. Most of them own one for “protection,” they say, but if you were to ask them the caliber or make they wouldn’t know. A common expression is, “I bought it several years ago and it has been in the dresser drawer ever since.”
I have read the articles appearing from time to time in Outdoor Life on the Ross rifle. They have been rather interesting to read. However, I have not seen any explanation of how to remedy the condition causing this rifle to be dangerous. Being of a rather inquisitive nature, I decided to see if I could find a means to remedy this condition. Also, I happened to own one of these rifles, with which I have done considerable shooting.
Telescope sight, both for hunting and target purposes; target ’scopes have a power of from 5 to 10. length of tube from 16 to 17 inches; adjustable focus; eye relief 6 inches. Hunting ’scopes have power of from 2yí to 4, length of tubes front 12 to 14 inches; universal focus; eye relief 3 inches; also nickel or steel bullet molds; all sizes, .25 to .45, and dies for different bullets fitted to Ideal and Bond tools.
The series of articles written by Chauncey Thomas about a year and a half ago regarding the old Buffalo Sharps rifle was very interesting, and since then I, too, wanted to say a few words about this old rifle, but I am pretty late in getting to it.
In Outdoor Life of February, 1924, is an article by J. F. Bergesch on the .30-’06. What is the matter with the riflemen of this nation that they have to use reduced loads for grouse shooting? To my way of thinking, a man is not entitled to his bird if he can’t shoot its head off with a rifle out in the game fields when the bird is hardly ever more than 20 to 30 yards away.
Some weeks ago an Eastern weekly ran a contest, “How to Start Another War.” After reading a number of the suggestions and also the awards, it occurred to me that the following ought to have been printed. 1. Prevent by law the manufacture of arms except in government arsenals.
You should have the article, “Shall We Legislate Americanism Out of Americans?” by Hon. Joel Shomaker (published in your May, 1924, number), printed in tract form in large type, and sell them to your readers for distribution to their state and national representatives in Congress.
F. R. Buckley’s article entitled “Shots and Shooters,” published in the May issue of Outdoor Life, strikes the tender spot rather hard on some of us so-called “poor-shot” hunters. He speaks about a clean miss of the “C” target at 1,000 yards getting the target shot laughed off the range.
Mr. Morris’ article, “Will Anti-Pistol Laws Decrease Crime?” can be replied to in but one way, and that in the negative. That the lawyers should be heartily in favor of this new law is but natural, as there are too many lawyers out of a job most of the time and this will bring more grist to their mill.
Please allow me to say a little on McAdoo’s anti-pistol bill. I am the daughter of a Southern gentleman, one who could fight in any form, and fight fair. I am proud to say my father was no coward. This bill is an insult to any “freehorn.” No one knows or resents an insult quicker than a Southerner.
There has always been a great deal of controversy as to what kind of bullet was best to use in a high-velocity, small-bore rifle. Some people relied on the explosive effect of a light bullet traveling at high speed which disintegrated rapidly on impact, while others advocated a heavy semi-explosive bullet that remained in the animal’s anatomy. Still another very small group upheld the cause of the solid metal jacketed bullet that passed clean thru the animal.
Permit me to express my heartiest appreciation of Capt. Askins’ article in the May number of Outdoor Life entitled “Deer Rifles.” To say that it is the best thing I have ever read along these lines would be “damning it with faint praise.” For years I have been trying to explain to members of rifle clubs that a light rifle having a heavy recoil shoots at different elevations as its manner of holding is changed, but they seem rather doubtful and are so engrossed in prone shooting that they haven’t time to try the effect of sitting, kneeling and offhand positions.
The oldest cartridge in general use is the .32-20, fifty years old and still going strong. It is a favorite revolver load and recently the Remington and Savage people rebuilt this cartridge and made new guns to shoot it and the .25-20. But the .32-20 is so much the superior of the two on every point that the wonder is that anyone buys the smaller cartridge.
I see that in his article entitled “Salmagundi,” E. H. Harriman has mentioned my name in connection with his statement that he once owned a .47 or .48-caliber Colt with 9½-inch barrel. Now, I will not go so far as to deny the existence of such a revolver; all I can say is that in the various books that I have read and in the different collections I have examined, I have neither seen nor heard of a Colt of those dimensions.
I would like to get some information on a Mauser rifle of mine. The rifle is 7 mm. and has a 30-inch barrel. I would like to know the velocity, muzzle energy and the trajectory at 100, 200, 300 and 400 yards. How would this rifle be on any game in the United States?
THE late Dr. George Wharton James, who knew the scenic Arizona even better than the old Indian scouts and the grizzled prospectors know it, affectionately called it “The Wonderland of America.” Arizona has a range of elevation of 250 feet above sea level on the banks of the Colorado River near the Mexico line to nearly 13,000 feet on the summit of the San Francisco Peaks in Conconino County near Flagstaff.
So commonplace a thing as soldering may seem unimportant in connection with radio sets, but, as a matter of fact, few amateurs can solder correctly and its importance may be judged when we consider that 25 per cent of the noises which originate in sets in use is due to poorly soldered connections and where flux has been left on the connection.
"I AM writing for information that concerns three diligent readers of Outdoor Life. What we wish to learn is where the most productive trapping can be done for small game such as fox, skunk, mink, muskrats, beaver, etc. We had in mind Canada, if necessary, but do not know of any particular place and would greatly appreciate any information you can give.”
A family of fuzzy little atoms of life, hidden in a hollow log on a farm in Prince Edward Island, was the nucleus of the wealth of one Canadian family. Silver fox skins demand prices ranging from $250 to $1,000. Ten years ago fox raising was scarcely thought of.
In one respect, at least, the posting of farms against trespassers is a good thing, for it has a tendency to protect the animals from den diggers, who hunt over the land in the early fall before the ground is frozen and dig out all dens which show signs of holding fur.
One of the principal fur traders in the early part of the nineteenth century, in what is now the United States, was John Jacob Astor. At the time when Lewis and Clark established an overland trail to the Pacific Coast in 1804 Astor had been trading in fur twenty-five years.
The Bureau of Biological Survey has issued a revised edition of “Laws Relating to Fur Animals” (for the season of 1924-1925), which is known as Farmers’ Bulletin No. 1445. Those interested may procure a copy by writing to the Superintendent of Documents, Government Printing Office, Washington, D. C.
Much has been said concerning decoys and more especially about duck decoys; as to the good points and faults of the numerous types that are in use, even the live decoy comes in for its full share of both praise and censure. It is not the object of this article to extol or condemn any particular type of artificial decoy now in use, but I think the reader will bear me out when I say that any artificial type is better than the live bird.
I cannot agree with Capt. Askins in Outdoor Life as to bears being as timid and harmless as rabbits. Usually a bear is quite harmless, but occasionally one will fight. I have killed a good many bears in the last eighteen years, and in that time have had four charge very determinedly— two females and two males.
Under another cover I am sending you a picture of our good mutual friend, Charlie Barker of Riley Brook, N. B. I think it is a wonderful character study of a real woodsman, and it has occurred to me that you might like to use it in Outdoor Life.
The past several winters in Southeastern Alaska have been mild. This (1923-1924) unusually so. Comparatively little snow along the beaches and below the foothills, especially on all points having a southeastern exposure; Deer have been and are very numerous and there is sure to be a big increase this coming season.
I have been reading in Outdoor Life articles on the weights of the wild gobbler, and it got me to thinking of past days of my hunting experiences in Missouri and Arkansas. This was about thirty years ago. I was running a store at Siloam Springs, Mo., 16 miles west of West Plains, Mo.
On December 3 an examination will be held in the principal cities thruout the country to fill vacancies in the position of federal game warden, for active field work. The entrance salary is $2,100 per year with an opportunity for advancement in pay without change in assignment up to $2,700.
I notice in your January issue where B. T. Jones, M. D., of Alabama, writes concerning the size of wild turkeys, stating that altho he has killed a number he has never seen one that weighed as much as 25 pounds, hence this letter. In 1893 my father, Charles F. Winton, took me on a turkey hunt in Indian Territory, I then being just a boy.
Sportsmen voters of the state of California should not fail to support the initiative measure on the November ballot, designed to defeat the proposed construction of dams on the Klamath River by exploitative dam builders. It is planned that one of these dams be located 80 miles from the mouth of the river, and as it would be 250 feet high it would effectually stop the run of trout and king salmon, thus destroying the best fishing stream in the state as well as ending one of the best sources of stock for other of the streams and lakes of California.
The man or woman who breeds game instead of shooting it in the open fields, woods and marshes is not going to be deprived of sport by a long, long shot—no, siree! Just start breeding quail, partridge, grouse pheasants, wild turkeys, ducks, and see the number of creatures that will want to make an early and frequent meal of these tenderfleshed birds.
It seems that Idaho as well as other states is having its share of trouble in trying to preserve for its citizens some of the natural beauties and recreational privileges enjoyed in the past. Right now the thing which is of prime interest to the people of the state is the proposal of the Reclamation Service to make a storage reservoir of Big Payette Lake for irrigation and power purposes.
Sportsmen voters of the state of Kansas should remember Plank No. 3 in the platform of Thurman Hill, who received the nomination for the office of attorney general in that state, which reads: “Pollution of the streams of Kansas will cease or the violators thereof will go to jail.”
What a pleasant surprise it would be to any sportsman if he should happen to find a farm posted thus. Every fall the hunter finds it more difficult than it was the preceding year to find open territory on which to enjoy a few days afield. There is always that ever-present “No Hunting Allowed” to greet his eyes no matter which way he turns.
We are organizing fish and game associations in Kansas. We are getting fine responses from about thirty counties. The Izaak Walton League is also doing good work in this state thru organizations. The purpose of these organizations is to protect and conserve fish and game and help us to get needed legislation.
What parasites or flesh worms are known to infest wild ducks? I have examined a mallard duck and its entire body from head to tail and to wing joints was full of thousands of white parasites in dormant state, resembling flat maggots 3-16-inch long and 3-64-inch broad, permeating entire muscular tissue, about 1,000 larvae per cubic inch of flesh.
About a month to go before Congress reconvenes ! Only about a month before the Game Refuge Bill comes up for a vote in both the Senate and House of Representatives. It has passed the Agricultural Committees of both these bodies and it now awaits only a definite lineup on the floors of both houses.
There is hardly an issue of Outdoor Life from which the kennel editor does not derive additional information about dogs, and he wants all the readers to know that this information is not only appreciated by him but that there are thousands of other readers interested in dogs who must get equal information which is of value to them.
Howdy, folks. I'm the little dog that at one time featured on the radio program of the Fort Worth Record, Fort Worth, Texas, and I wish to say that during those months on the radio I received many letters from folks all over the United States—and lots and lots of them were from “kids,” with whom I like to play.
Kennel Editor:—I have a chow dog—male— one year old, light tan shading to reddish brown at the ears. He is very large and strong. Has a good black tongue and had a black nose, but it seems to be going brown. What caused this? I have his papers, but neglected to register him. He is very intelligent, but wild.
Kennel Editor:—I cannot say how much I was surprised as I leafed thru your good magazine of the September issue and found my five dogs looking me right in the face. I also appreciate knowing where the information came from as to the color of the dogs as given in your previous issue.
New breeds of dogs are constantly coming before the public as being specially adapted for some particular purpose and receive public approval because of these qualities. Yet certain of the breeds that have been known from earliest times remain as the permanent favorites of the general public. Such a breed is the collie.
I have received a German police dog from the other side and he is in very poor health, and also mean. Is this the nature of these dogs? The dog is about two months old and weighs about 20 pounds. I have been feeding him most anything, but it seems he does not want to take the food.