"LES’H Go!" These were the words of Billy Fan, guide extraordinary, which started the pack train moving into the big-game mountains of British Columbia on one of those trips which is the ambition and dream of every sportsman. The wild country, an efficient outfit, guides that were unbeatable, and a bag of game which was ideal in variety and size of specimens, all combined to make this one of the most ideal hunting trips one can imagine.
HAVING always been an ardent lover of the great outdoors I had entertained the wish for many years that I might some time take a trip into the Northern game fields of either Alaska or Canada. After having read with much interest the accounts of others who had taken such trips this desire was further intensified, as was that of my friend, Dr. H. P. Brandenburg of Denver; so we got together on the proposition and after a brief correspondence with Donald Phillips, guide and outfitter of Jasper, Alaska, a hunting trip was arranged for the fall of 1924.
When freedom's starry banner first Its gleaming folds displayed, They were not marred by spot or stain By sin or avarice made. The hands that lifted them on high Were clean and strong and good, They had for lasting liberty A tyrant’s will withstood.
ALL these pin-brains which is yappin’ about givin’ more freedom to the frills in this country is either gone cuckoo or else they is just natural chumps. Any time you slip them babies any more freedom than they got right now, you’re foolin’ round to get your map changed so’s nobody’ll know you.
ONE of the babus called my attention to a request for a shikaree to come and kill a man-eating leopard, which was proving a scourge to a number of villages near Calcutta. This notice came out in several of the Calcutta papers. It appeared that this leopard had killed a number of men, a large number of cows and horses, and other domestic stock, and the entire neighborhood was in a state of terror.
As a Substitute--Salmo Fario or Salmo Irideus--Which?
Edward J. Dierks
IN THE May, 1921, issue of an Eastern sporting magazine under the title of “Pinch Hitting for Fontinalis,” appeared a most delightful dissertation dealing with the brown trout, (Salmo fario), as a substitute for the fast-disappearing Salvelinus fontinalis.
OWING to many unwarranted tales which have been circulated, generally by people who have never even seen an Alaskan brown bear in his native element, a fear born of prejudice has developed against this most interesting and absolutely harmless animal.
SOMETIMES dreams come true. I often wished and dreamed of the day when I could get my fishing lines all tangled and broken with real fish, and when I could be real worn out from catching fish. I had heard of these things, but you know that all we read or hear is not true, so I was one who always had a doubt.
COLD-MAKER has come again to the Pikuni. His partner, Snow-Maker, is with him. They came from the Far North country and they are great cowards. They visit the Pikuni each year, for they know that these Indian children fear them greatly. Cold-Maker and Snow-Maker shake hands with each other and laugh, as they hover over the Great Mountains.
Everything points to a record in tourist visitation of Colorado this year. Which I am exceedingly glad to note as it cuts a very large melon two ways: one part to Colorado in the way of money spent here; much the larger part to the tourists in the way of recreational delights and benefits that can be duplicated nowhere else on God’s footstool.
"THE tip of Pikes Peak." So ran the electric word back along the dusty wagon train, and nothing other than the words “Injuns” could have stirred greater excitement. “Pikes Peak or Bust,” the motto of the Rockies, after weary, weary miles stretching on back over the edge of the world to the Big Muddy, was done.
PLEASURES were not so varied and numerous in the early days of the west as to become a drag on the settlers’ time or to deplete their pocketbooks to any great extent; in fact I suppose that the children-ofnow would turn up their dainty three-generations-removed noses at what we considered plenty fine in the pleasure line in those days. The county fair always drew a crowd because it was a local show and everybody had a hand in it either as an exhibitor or in some managerial capacity.
Some days you go huntin’—can’t find nuthin’ ’Cept a lot o’ grief like rain an mud; Ducks an’ birds ain’t ramblin’, fish ain’t bitin’, Whole durn shootin' match looks like a dud! Dawgs gits tired an then discouraged, Go to loafin’—can’t blame ’em a bit— Y’ feel like chuckin’ things an beatin’ it, But sump’n’ says, “Aw shucks, go on— don’t quit!”
PERHAPS no single angling topic is of greater interest than the weather; forever it is discussed on stream and lake, in camp and home. We have heard from time immemorial that “fish bite best when it rains,” which is true when it is, and only then.
JUNE 1. It is exceedingly doubtful if there is another item as important in the flyman’s equipment as his leader. Today I will not even except the artificial flies themselves, or the rod, important as both are. Granted a perfectly acting rod, a line that casts without a fault and flies as near like the natural insects as it is possible to make them, what does it avail if the strand of gut connecting them with the rest of the outfit is too frail or too large or too anything? I have been having some experiences the past week that have led me to record the above observations.
IT HAPPENED in Grand County, Colorado, near Tabernash. Jim Welsh and I had gone there on a short fishing trip. We had tramped miles up and down the Frasier, the Colorado, and a half dozen smaller streams. After five days of it we were still eating bacon—while our mouths watered for fish.
IN 1895 Seattle was just beginning to dream of connecting Lakes Union and Washington with Puget Sound by ship canal. Today the dream is a reality. In the old days a good sized creek ran from Lake Union out to salt water. I fished this creek and it was also fished by an old Scotch fly fisherman who was as clean a sportsman as I ever knew.
ABOUT 32 miles northwest of San Antonio, Texas, (my home) is Medina Lake, an artificial body of water occasioned by the building of a dam across Medina River backing water for a number of miles. I have fished this lake since the building of the dam, in fact before they thought of building this dam.
Hail to you. Thanks to the powers that be, there are some who will stand forth flatfooted and tell the world at large how to save the little fishes. But your prayers were answered (partly) before they were uttered. There are manufacturers who have gotten away from the trebles and the gangs and are making lures with one hook only.
TAKE a map of Washington and look at the western half of the state. Commence at the northwest corner and follow the coast and you will find islands and bays and channels in great profusion. A cruise among these islands is one of the most interesting trips that can be found.
Here’s a good sized chunk of gameness that speaks well for the lakes of Northern Wisconsin. According to Mrs. F. J. Keating of Chicago catching a fightin’, scrappy, 46-pound “muskie” is an everyday occurrence. All that’s necessary is good tackle, a dependable reel, and a strong heart to stand up under the strain when that bolt of silvered lightning strikes.
So much interest has been manifested in the barbless hook that we are wondering what our readers think of it. We are going to open our columns to a brief discussion on the subject. Letters are limited to 500 words; make them shorter if you can. These are the points we would like to have discussed: holding power and lack of cruelty.
Letter No. 1066—Wants to Make a Caster of a Steel Fly Rod
Letter No. 1067—A Convert to the Dry Fly
Letter No. 1068—Loch Leven and Brown
Letter No. 1069—Preserving Salmon Eggs
Letter No. 1070—Wants to Stock a Lake With Fish
Letter No. 1071—Who Shaves the Muskellunge?
Letter No. 1072—He Can’t Hook ’Em
Letter No. 1073—Why Angling Editors Go Insane
Letter No. 1074—Confessions of An Amateur Fly-Tyer
Letter No. 1075—Do Salmon Become Rainbow?
Letter No. 1076—The Golden Trout
Editor Angling Department :—I am sending you a 3-inch section of a steel rod which was taken from a 16-pound silver salmon, taken from the Nehalem River, near tidewater by Sid Mohler. Mr. Mohler was using a No. 4 spoon when he captured the salmon.
THERE is one question about a salt-water fish that has not to my knowledge been positively answered in this country. That question is, "Has there ever been positive proof that a shark has attacked a live human being?" Any authentic, positive proof of this will find a welcome in this department.
To the southwest of Miami stretch the reefs, great coral formations that are 20 to 60 feet under water on the average. Occasional shallow places where the coral is even closer to the top are seen. Then there are stretches that are studded with niggerheads that would be fatal to strike with a fishing launch.
Every year several Marlin swordfish are brought into Miami that are caught in front of the town in the ocean, where the shallow reefs end and the deep reefs are far out of sight under the water. These Marlins are very similar in appearance to the sailfish, the main points of difference being a short dorsal fin, shaped like a shark fin, and much longer side fins that show violet colored in the water when the fish is back of the bait.
F. N. Hahn, guide, holding a permit, killed at Long Key, Florida, in March, 1925, by A. F. Meisselbach. This specimen weighed 24 pounds 13 ounces, and is the largest ever taken among the Florida Keys. The permit is a great fighting fish, going sometimes 900 feet at a rush.
When I first went to Florida for big-game fishing the kingfish, or king mackerel, was very plentiful. At Miami there were two kingfish grounds used by the market fishermen. The north grounds was close at hand. You went out to the ocean thru the government cut, and just to the north, out toward the outer reef, could be seen the circling boats of the kingfish fleet.
Several times I have fought a 7-foot sailfish in the path of oncoming steamers. The big vessels come along going south to Mexico and elsewhere, “trimming the reefs” as it is called, for by standing in close over the deep reefs they avoid the full force of the Gulf Stream.
It is hard work to fish on the ocean. On a rough day every muscle of your body seems to have to fight the motion of the boat on the heavy sea. The fish, too, are powerful and wearying on the arms; it is a game for the well and strong. I remember one old gentleman who used to fish out of Palm Beach, who never used to fight a kingfish or amber-jack.
Gardiner (Northern entrance) to Mammoth Hot Springs. (5 miles.)
Mammoth Hot Springs to Norris Junction. (20 miles.)
Norris Junction to Madison Junction. (14.1 miles.)
Madison Junction to Old Faithful. (16.1 miles.)
Old Faithful to West Thumb of Yellowstone Lake. (18.9 miles.)
West Thumb to Lake Junction. (17 miles.)
Lake Junction to Canyon Junction. (15.4 miles.)
Canyon Junction to Tower Falls Junction. (18 miles.)
Tower Falls Junction to Mammoth Hot Springs. (18 miles.)
AUTOMOBILE HIGHWAY INFORMATION.
C. P. Fordyce
OF ALL the scenic objectives of our nation Yellowstone Park stands pre-eminent. It is not only our largest national park, but its allurements are without a counterpart in this wide world. Its geyser basins, boiling springs, gorgeous Grand Canyon, petrified forests, mud volcanoes, great lakes, trout-haunted streams and exquisite falls are so located as to be easily reached on the well-known circuit tour which the National Park Service has made accessible by wonderful roadways.
There is a growing desire manifest each year among the city dwellers for some sort of summer home, to be used either as a place of abode during the summer months or as a week-end rendezvous. Like the busy bird looking for a favorable nesting place, every shady nook and secluded corner is looked upon as a possible building site by the enthusiastic lover of the outdoors.
Palisades Interstate Park.—Fifty thousand acres in New York and 1,000 acres in New Jersey. On Hudson River 50 miles from Manhattan Island. A camping wilderness and wild animal refuge. Fine inn and magnificently equipped for camping. From Manhattan Island across the Hudson on the Dyckman street ferry, drive thru New Jersey, via Piedmont, Nyack.
BROADLY considered the transcontinental automobile highway in Canada affords as good traveling conditions as any trail from the Atlantic to the Pacific in the United States, and it is better than some of our more popular highways in that it crosses no extensive stretches of desert.
Autocamping Editor:—I think if you pass this along it will he appreciated by many of the autocamping fraternity. I am an oldtimer so feel I am competent to spill my bit. How often have many of us passed a beautiful river or lake and wished we could have a plunge but never a bush or tree to hide behind when making a change.
A NEW transcontinental highway called the Columbia Highway is to follow the routes of the Old Oregon Trail, the Denver-Lincoln-Omaha Highway and the White Way Highway. These are all highways of good gradients and well surfaced and will enable the eastern auto tourist to see the best of the Rockies around Denver and follow the Old Oregon Trail, made historic by “Covered Wagon” Trails, and see the famed Columbia River before culminating the tour in the entrancing scenic region of the Pacific Northwest.
No item of equipment for outdoor users has had so rapid an adoption nor yet gets its host of new enthusiasts each year as the outboard motor. This type of boat propulsion owes its popularity principally to the fact that it is light in weight and yet supplies just the power needed for general outdoor uses and without an extravagant expenditure of money.
JUST a few remarks, please, concerning Mr. Durkee’s experience with the .32-40 single shot rifle, a Winchester, I believe, judging from statements made in his article. I have owned and used many Winchester single shot rifles in calibers ranging from the .22 short rim-fire up to the .40-90 single shot cartridge, and between these, quite a number of these rifles were for the .30-40, or Krag cartridge and not in a single instance have any of these rifles behaved as he mentions, nor have I ever heard of another afflicted as he says his was, from which I feel inclined to conclude his was a very exceptional experience.
Penetrating and Killing Power of the .250-3000 Savage
G. G. Lloyd
SOME time ago I read in one of our sporting magazines where a man asked this question: “How much green birch will the .250-3000 penetrate?” They answered him saying, “We have never tried out the .250 for penetration but we would guess it at about 10 inches.”
Many of our friends seem anxious to know what effect high-speed, light-weight bullets have on game. I have never killed big game with anything but .30-40 Krag and .280 Ross rifles. One deer hit in the backbone with a 145-grain .280 Ross bullet fell in his tracks, never got up but lived until I shot him twice in the forehead with a .22 target pistol, long rifle lead bullet at about 10 or 15 yards.
I NOTICE that under the heading Director of Civilian Marksmanship, American Rifleman, the director states: We are informed by Rock Island Arsenal that they have about 1,600 carbines still on hand. These carbines are not new, but have been found by the Arsenal to be suitable for ordinary target practice and for hunting purposes.
YES, there are too many cartridges, and, I suppose, have been too many ever since our immediate ancestors stopped using muzble-loaders. The idea isn’t mine, so I can’t claim any originality for it, and I rather doubt if those who have contributed to Outdoor Life, under the heading of ‘‘Too Many Calibers,” really started it.
I have just read M. Lammon’s article on a new .22-caliber cartridge. I can’t see why he should choose .25 Stevens necked down. Why not the old .22 W. C. F.? It is a gun that any man can shoot with interest. Can also load his own ammunition to about the power he wants.
Has issued a new catalog which shooters may have upon application. It shows the Marble sights complete, as well as the gun to which one sight or another is adapted. This company now has a model of bi-color front sight which can be fitted to single-barrel shotguns, which, of course, includes all the pump guns and automatic shotguns.
FOR six months I have thought I would write something comparing the revolver with the automatic pistol. It may help someone in his troubles and keep him from having to learn from experience like I have done. I do not expect old six-gun men like Mr. Thomas and Mr. Haines to agree with me on all I have to say, so please don’t anybody get mad if I happen to say something you don’t like about your favorite shooting iron.
Seeing in your December number a .40-60 Marlin, I will send you a picture of a Winchester, Kings Improvement, Pat. March 29, 1866—Oct. 26, 1860. It is in good working order and in use almost every day shooting coyotes from 300 to 500 yards. The length of barrel is 28 inches, length over all, 49 inches ; weight 11 pounds.
IT SEEMS that about all the well known writers on firearms have jumped upon the high-speed bullet; some making statements that these bullets would not do much but penetrate a very few inches under the skin of an animal and make a jelly-like wound about the size of one’s fist and allowing said animals to escape to die a lingering death.
I have read the articles by C. S. Pool in the November issue, and F. R. Buckley in the May (1924) issue on the above subject, and would say from my experience Mr. Buckley is absolutely wrong in his contention that “the good target shot can always bring down his game, and that the game shot is seldom any good at the target.”
I was exposed to the gun crank germ quite a number of years ago, let’s see, I think it was about the time the shooters and riflemen were cussing and discussing the vented muzzle and the then new high-power small bore guns. From that time on I read as much as I could and experimented some until I one day got married.
I was much interested in the article by Ashley A. Haines in the August number of Outdoor Life, “The Terrible Recoil of the Single Action .44-40 Colt.” I decided I would write up my experience with the .44. I have been extremely busy since August; also, I have had more experience with the .44 than I have writing.
I read the article on “Game or Crows” by C. C. Golden, in the January issue of Outdoor Life. I am not entirely in harmony with his statements in regard to “Jim Crow.” Now, I have hunted crows and made my own crow call by stretching a rubber band between two pieces of wood and stretching it back and forth to get the proper tone—simple—can be made right in the woods if you have the rubber band.
For a number of years I have been reading the discussions in Outdoor Life and other magazines regarding the light, high-velocity bullets and their tendency to fly to pieces on impact on game, etc. I have not yet read where anyone seemed to have solved the real reason for it.
In the January number of Outdoor Life J. B. Worthy asks about the arms used by General Custer’s command at the Little Big Horn. A number of years ago the writer was out in the territory and picked up several guns, a canteen, a pack saddle, several hames, stirrups, etc.
For the 9.5 Mannlicher-Schoenauer, take-down rifle, with 271-grain bullet, there is claimed 2,600 feet velocity and 4,200 pounds energy, with only pounds weight of rifle. To me this is very interesting as a “paper” claim, but are there any features which may serve to discount these admittedly attractive qualities?
Herewith is a clipping concerning the bear killed near the boundaries of the Sequoia Park. If this bear was, in fact, a grizzly, it is the first one of which I have heard or read anything in this state for more than twenty years. I do not remember the precise date when “Monarch,” the big fellow who formed an attraction in Golden Gate Park for so many years, was captured, but I have a recollection that it was somewhere around ’94 or ’95.
On page 146 in February, 1925, issue of Outdoor Life, I nave read where the Nephi (Utah) Commercial Club has gone on record favoring the extermination of the herd of elk on Mount Nebo. How can true American people be so selfish toward the elk just for the financial interest of some coldhearted stockmen who cannot stand to see an elk or some other wild beast eat a few blades of God's green grass.
On account of the profession of the writer, which more or less confines him to his desk day in and day out most all the year, hunting has been his choice for recreation and sport. Ever since a lad I have always loved a gun. The first gun I remember owning was a 16-gauge muzzle loader, and as game was plentiful my game bags at the end of a day’s hunt were fuller then than now.
The moon went sailing grandly by, a silver cheese rind in the sky as Eph, his brother and his pap, yours truly and the coon dog Yap, left for the woods in spirits glad to try to get some coon in bad. We had a shotgun tried and true, a lantern, ax and clolhesprop too, a rope, some war clubs and a sack, the coon's remains in which to pack in case we got him up a pine and put a pucker in his spine.
Regarding game conservation in the December number of Outdoor Life, “Montezuma” wonders what the Canadians are thinking of you down there slaughtering ducks; I’d hate to write it here, old-timer, but cannot help thinking the United States got the best of the deal in that treaty.
I absolutely admire your pluck and activity in the McIlhenny matter, and am convinced that you deserve the lion’s share of credit, in the disposal of this organization. During the last few years I have experienced a change of mind. I have come to the point where I would rather see the game alive than dead, and I don’t care for the killing any more.
The last deer season in New York was closed most of the time on account of forest fires, which saved a great many deer. I have hunted several seasons in the Adirondacks and can see the need of more stringent game laws or our deer hunting in the future will be around the fireside (hunting in the days gone by).
I have just read in your March number the article “The Case of Mr. Bruin.” I have had and taken some interest myself in bear protection. I think my plan would give us all a show and Mr. Bear also. A bear is a very clever animal and very cunning.
I made exactly the same kill on my hunt in 1924 as the fall of 1922. I killed a very fine bull elk on October 9, and on the 13th we decided to leave. I made the remark that it was queer I did not get a bear. My partner replied that I would kill one along the trail and that is exactly what I did.
A growing scarcity of game birds in the prairie provinces of Canada during the past decade, has brought about a greater interest among sportsmen and government authorities in preserving those birds native to the country and importing various breeds from other countries which might be suitable for transplanting.
The duck in the picture is what we call in this country a “fishduck.” It was taken from the racks of a water wheel at a paper mill at West Linn, Ore., by C. A. Baxter and photographed by C. C. Crusius. I saw this specimen just a few minutes after it was taken from the water.
A remarkable case of cannibalism amongst trout was noticed in a small rearing pond in Choteau, Montana, this year. Four thousand black-spotted trout fry (Salmo lewisi) were placed in the pond in July. About six weeks later 4,000 more of the same species and same age, but of a larger size, were placed in the pond.
After reading your headliner in the March (1924) issue of Outdoor Life, “A Moose Hunt in the Canadian Bush,” I am moved to speak. I shall not write at length altho I could but every time I read one of these successful “head hunts,” printed in the so-called sporting magazines, it just makes me wonder when sportsmen are going to demand discouragement instead of encouragement of such acts.
An age long tooth and claw controversy was settled on the main street of the Massachusetts town of Leominster recently, when a woodchuck and a dog came to clinches and fought an hour for supremacy. The “fightingest” kind of a dog, a bulldog, represented the canine race.
This cave is a series of connecting caverns of huge dimensions, and is the largest known cave in existence. One room alone is estimated to be a half mile long and a fourth mile wide with ceiling 100 to 300 feet high. No evidence of an outlet has been found, altho exploration has extended for miles underground.
In the first crow and gopher competition, inaugurated at the beginning of last summer by the department of agriculture, and on which some $3,000 was expended, 220,950 gophers and 151,265 crows and magpies were destroyed. Henry W. Enos was awarded a first prize of $75 in the indivdual competition.
Archery golf is going to be more popular as people become acquainted with it. As a combination of walking and open air exercise, training of muscles and nerve control, and concentration of hand, eye and mind it is unexcelled. The expense is much less than ordinary golf.
I am not trying to get in an argument nor am I posing as an authority on game, but I have spent most of my time since 1905 in Aberta and Saskatchewan and have had a good chance to study the wild life. The first few years the prairie grass and small brush growth was very rank and gave the ducks good cover to nest in and the crows were not so thick as at present, but as the land was broken up and pastured the crows have increased in number until I don’t believe one duck out of five ever hatches her eggs.
THIS month will find your game bird chicks, ducklings and goslings out eating grass. One February I dropped into the Bronx Zoo at New York. It had been a winter of deep snow but this February day a thaw had started, revealing a patch of mowed lawn—the grass was short, green and dense.
Regarding your inquiry in April Outdoor Life regarding Russian borzoi running by scent, will say that I’ve bred, trained and hunted with them since 1913 and find that they are not very keen on picking up and working out a cold trail, tho they can easily tell whether Mr. Wolf or Coyote has been in any given spot within 12 or 14 hours.
Having noticed in Outdoor Life that a Denver druggist has Burrough & Wellcome hypodermic tablets of permanganate of potash, I have written to him for a tube of same. Should these be used in same way as a solution made from the crystals? That is, injected deep into and around the fang holes after cutting holes open.
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Training the Police Dog, by Fred Kollet; 44 pages; illustrated; $1 net; Judy Publishing Co., Chicago. Being the second edition revised of “Training the Shepherd Dog.” This book gives accepted methods of training the police dog to obey the various commands, with an outline of daily lessons.