THE first installment of an excellent story, which is to run in two consecutive numbers, telling of a successful hunt for the great Alaskan bear. Mr. Everett takes us right into the bleak, glacier-striped and barrenland country of our own Alaska—and the hunting is fine.
The wintry lies darkened, streaked with foam, And stormy petrels o'er waves skimby; Wind=tortured cedars,stripped of, bark and leaf, Raise ghostly arms appealing to the sky. Grey spectral gulls with harsh cries strive to breast The gale,and failing,dip and slide abeam; Far down the point,half hidden by the scud, Stabs fitful now and then the lighthouse gleam.
Antelope hunting in Old Mexico as it used, to be before the present closed, season was in force
FOR fleetness of foot and eyesight, the pronghorn antelope of the American and Mexican plains ranks easily among the leaders of its kind. Few of the present generation of big-game hunters have had the opportunity to hunt this rare and beautiful animal that fifty years ago was to be found in great numbers on the plains of western America, but the coming generation of sportsmen should benefit by the protective measures in force in all states in the United States and the recent law prohibiting the killing of this game in Mexico.
After big-game fish off the coast of California. All illustrations are from photographs by the author
Dr. J. A. Wiborn
I ENJOYED your deep-sea fishing experience. It was splendid work to keep a taut line on this aerial tumbler of the Gulf Stream. To me,no sport of the seven seas compares with this sailfishing off Long Key—the realm of romantic adventure—the ever-changing color and beauty of singing reefs.
FROM the hilltop the rolling prairie vanishes in the blue of the distant skyline. Far to the right spreads a vast roving blanket of bison. In the distance, scattered cottonwoods line the course of a dry creek bed. A coyote runs a rabbit out of a wash and antelope gaze on in wonder at the setting sun.
The concluding installment of a story started last month, telling of a hunt by pack train over some mild country adjacent to the Tanana River of Alaska
William N. Beach
AS SOON as Melo arrived with the supply of meat, so urgently needed, we left our camp on Little Gerstle and headed for Johnson River, where we arrived that evening in a more or less tired condition. The going was bad, the ground being soft, and then after reaching the river bar there were several good-sized streams to ford.
THERE is a new business in the hills, but, of course, all this is empty rumor. Personally, I know nothing of it, and hunting is no longer of any interest to me, except the dangerous tin can, and as there is so much room for noble work within the law, I never even feel tempted to go outside that law. Other wicked men may do so, but I remain pure.
SINCE the United States Biological Survey undertook the work of organized predatory animal control and eradication in the fall of 1916, much valuable information has been gained relative to the coyote as it pertains to Colorado. Many interesting instances and proven reports of coyote depredations show more and more that the coyote, besides being a sheep-killer, is becoming an adept at the game of calf killing.
Glimpses into the lives of some of the pioneers who helped to make the history of the West
Raymond W. Thorp
LOOKING back, we get almost stumped and hardly know where to begin. Shall we tell of the unparalleled revolver marksmanship of “Wild Bill” Hickok, the “Pistol Prince”? Or shall we tell of the quaintest, most unique and least known character of the Old West, “California Joe”? And perhaps we can throw in a mite about “Calamity Jane” of Black Hills fame; Capt. Jack Crawford, the “Poet-Scout,” and “Preacher Smith,” that beloved pioneer parson of the then raw and untamed Deadwood Gulch.
In which a novice learns some things about jox hunting with dogs
William K. Askew
ARE you a hunter? If you’re not a hunter, wouldn’t you like to be? If you do hunt, couldn’t you be persuaded to hunt more? Do, you like music? Do you like the best music on earth—the kind you can’t get on phonographs? You may be a fisherman; angler, as they say in the best circles.
THE accompanying photo shows an eider duck being lifted from her nest on the eider breeding grounds on the little islet of Idea on the coast of Iceland. The government of Iceland rigidly protects the eider ducks for the sake of their valuable down, and the small islands around the coast of Iceland where these birds breed in great abundance are leased out from year to year by the Icelandic government to its people, who gather the down and pay a small government tax per pound on the product thus harvested.
"WHICH will you have—steak or coffee?” Silly? Of course, but it sounds no sillier than the oft-repeated inquiry, “Which do you like best—fresh-water or salt-water angling?” Hang it all, there just ain’t no such animal as “best.” The real angler loves it all; and lake, brook, river or bay is “best” at whatsoever time the inclination or arrangements may allow.
I am content to watch the clouds sail by, Like ships upon a lazy summer sea Of dreams. The night winds sigh A song of longing that is just for me. I am content to wander o’er the plains, Knee-deep in waving grass ; to watch the sun Shine thru the distant mountain rains, And form a rainbow, where the colors run And streak the snow-capped, peaks with red and gold Then vanish in the softness of the haze That steals so swiftly o’er the old Grim mountains that have lived, a million days.
NO SERIES of stories concerning the Old West would he complete without the picture of the boom town and the boomers who made it. The West was always a country of hope and of times to come; it went about with its feet on solid ground and its head above the clouds, dreaming of castles in Spain ; anything was possible, brother— anything! The miles were uncounted; the whole land was unexploited—unexplored— unknown.
You good old gun! Together we’ve had lots of fun. Made by Ballard in early days; Two-seven-four-eight your number says. I doctored you up ivhen you ivere sick, Made for you a new cleaning stick; Put on some sights, and sighted you in, And when I got thru you sure did win My great respect.
An interesting series of papers on the black bass by the author of “Trout Lore,” “The Book of the Pike,” “Casting Tackle and Methods” and other works for anglers.
O. W. Smith
PERHAPS the general reader will be tempted to omit, this chapter when he comes to it, which will be his privilege; tho pardon me if I say right here, this is the most important and worth-while section in the whole book. Not that I am going to point out remedies for pollution; there is no remedy other than an awakened angling conscience.
THIS is another case in which we may well ask with the Bard of Avon, “What’s in a name?” for we are dealing with a fish for which there are several names, none of which apply to it alone. Channel cat is used of another species, as is also another familiar title, spotted cat. Jordan and Evermann give channel cat first place, and as it is the “handle” by which most commonly known we will employ it, tho spotted cat is quite descriptive.
Letter No. 1111—Caddis-Worms and Helgramites Editor Angling Department:—What do the little cocoons that hang on the under side of rocks turn into? They are about an inch long and contain little white worms. What is the helgramite, or rather from what does he come? Caught one the other day, and sure had great luck taking bass with it.—W. D. C., Iowa.
BACK in the early ’80s the Republican River Valley, west of Red Cloud, and clear to the head of the river, was still cut up with deeply-worn buffalo trails, and the whole surrounding territory was littered with the white bones of dead buffalo of past generations.
The following letter was written to Van Campen Heilner several years ago, and appears in his book “Adventures in Angling” published by D. Appleton it Co., 1922, who have kindly consented to our reprinting it, but if I had to write again on this subject I would duplicate this letter.
This marlin swordfish was caught by Mrs. George D. Rosengarten March 4, 1924, off Long Key, Fla., on a 9-thread line. It weighed 115 pounds, was 8 feet 4 inches in length, and is probably the largest of its kind ever taken on the Florida East Coast.
Tackle Specifications, Southern California Tuna Club
Heavy tackle.—Rod to be of wood, consisting of butt and tip, and to be not shorter than 6 feet 9 inches over all. Tip to be not less than 5 feet in length and to weigh not more than 16 ounces. Line not to exceed standard 4-thread linen line, and to have a maximum breaking strain when dry of not to exceed 66 pounds.
WE ALL know what a pressure curve is and we all know what a shot pattern is. A pressure curve is a diagram which marks the rise and fall of pressures within the barrel, from breech to muzzle. Pressures are taken by means of a multiple piston gun, pistons at 1 inch, 2 inches, 3, 4, and so on.
To those who believe that the regular cone does much harm in shotguns, the following design is submitted by the writer. This cone has proven efficient in every way both in 20 and 12gauge guns. With common powder the case may be ⅛-inch shorter than the chamber or it can be the full length to start of rise.
THERE are thousands of rifles in use on which the only practical method of changing the windage is to drive one of the sights sidewise in its slot. It is often difficult for the inexperienced in such matters to tell how far to move the sight, or to tell how much the bead has been moved once the sight base has been tapped.
Read with considerable interest the articles by Ashley Haines in the July and August issues—the first one on a new design single shot rifle, and the other on a proposed new .22 cartridge. In regard to the single shot rifle, believe it would be a fine arm if brought out in line with his suggestions, and while such a rifle would probably not be so popular for hunting, the target shooter ought to find it an ideal arm.
In the November issue of Outdoor Life, page 392, “Tests with Conelcss Gun” is “No. 4 chilled diameter .1924.” This should be .1294, as 138 pellets of .1921 diameter would be 3.38 ounces, and 30 grains of No. 93x3.38 ounces in a 20-bore would mean a funeral.
EVERY sportsman knows the value of keeping the interior of his gun in tip-top shape. He also knows the importance of an immediate cleaning, that is, as soon as possible after firing is finished. This imperative need frequently arises at very irksome times, and the shooter is prone to neglect the gun, or at best to give it but a cursory inspection and indifferent attention.
WITH Asking, and other writers, devoting their time to glorifying the American rifle, and Ozark Ripley loving his dogs better than the use of them, where are we humble, yet most devoted users of the fowling piece, to find champions for our guns and our sport? Where are we to go for wise and thoughtful dissertations on the most lovable and companionable of all arms?
To clean a gun apply the “do it now” receipt; don’t put it off until later in the day; that generally means several days later. Then you will have a deuce of a time cleaning that gun, and the chances are fifty-fifty you’ll have a few rust spots started.
I HAD always labored under the impression that a shotgun, in order to meet all requirements, must be like the traditional actor-lady—beautiful but deadly—until the surprise of my life came to me during the last duck season. For about sixteen years I had been scaring ducks away from my blind with a dolled-up automatic, my average percentage of kills being about equal to Mr. Volstead’s idea of good liquor.
The House has passed a bill designed to bar firearms from the mails and one big mail-order house announces it is dropping pistols from its stock. The intention, of course, is to reduce personal violence, and it is possible that the proposed law would cut down somewhat the number of armed sapheads who are responsible for some fraction of present day shootings—hare-brained individuals, mostly of callow age, who buy pistols by mail because of flashy advertisements in the cheap periodicals, and who sometimes use the pistols just because they happen to own them.
I believe most riflemen will agree that if we are to have a new .22 cartridge it must be fairty low-priced. If we are to do a lot of shooting, as we all like to do, we can not afford to pay more than 1 cent per shot, or less, for a .22-caliber cartridge.
In winning the National Doubles trapshooting chapionship at the Grand American Handicap, Claude Olney of Wisconsin broke his last 116 straight, a world’s record. That was the outstanding doubles trapshooting performance of the year, one worth remembering.
About a year ago you stated that in the choice of a revolver there are only two makes to be considered by any man anywhere, Colt and Smith & Wesson, other arms, some ’American, some European, to be considered only when price must be considered, and they can be obtained considerably cheaper.
I remember the time when I thought that the outside range of the shotgun was only about 45 yards. Beyond that distance it might kill, but was very uncertain. Guns and ammunition have improved so much in recent years that I really do not know just how far a good 12-bore gun with duck loads might kill.
In his very interesting letter in the February number H. B. Polkinghorn asks about the models of single shot Winchesters between the numbers 6,000 and 7,000. I happen to own a .40-70 (Sharp’s Straight) of this make, bearing No. 3227.
In looking over the June issue of Outdoor Life I found an article by P. P. Pitkin (page 498) entitled “Load, Gauge and Weight.” He propounds the question, “What is the proper gauge and weight to best handle a given shot load?” Before attempting to answer this question, let us present some experiences we have had with scatterguns.
From time to time we read editorials and news items in the daily press about the use and misuse of firearms in crimes of violence and in helping to separate the helpless from their worldly goods. Most of the writers, following the lines of least resistance, display a total lack of knowledge of the subject when they advocate, first of all, legislation to prohibit the possession of, or the sale of, firearms of any kind.
Many small-bore riflemen would like to know what is going on at the .22 testing range at one of the big ammunition plants where he knows they do things with precision and method. It has been my privilege to visit some of the various testing ranges scattered thruout the eastern section of the United States and to observe how those responsible for .22 ammunition accuracy attain the results and check on the various operations of turning out the best possible .22 ammunition.
I have been greatly interested in the controversy regarding this anti-gun-toting legislation in which every red-blooded American should take an active interest. In Broome County, New York, where I live, in 1921 there were eleven murders; in 1922 there were nine murders.
Why do we read so much these days about the merits of the automatic pistol? In what way, if any, does it compare with the revolver for self defense? When I seen a bank messenger, special officer, guard or watchman going around with an “automatic” hanging on him I wonder if he realizes what a fix he would be in if he ever had to use it in a hurry.
In your issue of October is a letter from E. R. Cawood in regard to what guns were used at the Custer fight. As I have, made an exhaustive study of this battle for upward of twenty! five years, I think I am in a position to reply to his inquiry.
Makes it a practice to chamber 20-bore Lefevers for the long 2¾-inch cases when so requested, also chambers the 12-gauge for the 3-inch ammunition on request without extra charge. If guns that arc chambered for shorter cases are sent back to the factory to be chambered for the more powerful ammunition, this can be done at a moderate charge.
I have heard and read a great deal on the subject of “recoil” of arms. Now, I know its a big subject and since I have been shooting high-power rifles of late I find recoil a much larger subject than I could ever believe before. The question is, “Does any concern, or any arms companies, make or manufacture a high-power rifle or cartridges capable of falling a black, brown or grizzly bear, moose, caribou or deer without having a terrific explosion, a terrific recoil and shock back of it, which almost racks the shooter to pieces after firing it.
THE first article of equipment for the autocamper to consider is, of course, the car. Remember that your car is in for a long grilling, that many times for miles the car will have to climb hills and mountains if you are touring the West; not the little hills of a hundred yards to half a mile so common east of the Missouri, but real hills, miles long; in fact, many whole days of driving will be up inclines that deceive because of the lay of the land.
You can close the tent up so there will be no fresh air, so see to it that you do have a small circulation at least. Camping even in summer will necessitate some means of heating the tent for spells of rainy weather are conducive to colds, and in high altitudes the nights are always chilly.
We believe that the gasoline pressure camp stove is an essential part. of every motor camper’s outfit. It has everything to recommend it. It uses the same fuel as the motor car hence is always at hand. One cannot depend upon wood everywhere he camps, and the use of open fires is not allowed in our national playgrounds where there is much of a fire hazard during the summer.
At 1 p.m. I left home for a few hours’ hunt for native pheasants and grouse. I drove up to Big Joe’s ranch near the head of Montgomery Gulch. From here I proceeded up the gulch, where I bagged two pheasants. I then decided to go up one of the ridges for grouse, but I did not find any, and started down into a narrow draw.
I read with interest the article, “The Game Situation,” in the March number of Outdoor Life. Make the hunters fear the law and they will abide by it. That is one way of protecting and preserving our wild life—by the rigid enforcement of a few good laws.
Having just finished reading “Musings of a Mossback” in the December (1924) issue of your magazine, I have a feeling that I would walk several city blocks to shake the paw of that grizzly old “Mossback.” I can thoroly understand the feelings of these old-timers as they have watched the slowly but surely diminishing game supply.
These cougars were trapped by G. A. Reese in one week on Vancouver Island near the mainland of British Columbia. The skin nearest Mr. Reese was off the mother of the two kittens (about half grown) hanging in the center. Deer are so plentiful in this locality that it is difficult to get a cougar to take bait.
Not long ago I read an article in an eastern paper by Dr. William L. Abbott, nationally knoAvn naturalist, on the whistling swans, if that is what they call them. I wish to take exception to some of his remarks. These whistling swans, as he calls them, certainly do not sound like they were whistling; they sound more like a lot of swine being fed.
The ruggedest part of Colorado is that section lying around Ouray. The last remnant of mountain sheep in Southwestern Colorado has clung to the precipitous mountains above Ouray, Telluride, and Silverton, Colorado. These mountains reach an elevation of 14,000 feet and are known as the San Juans.
Captain Askins’ article in the March issue of Outdoor Life, “The Game Situation,” especially that part of it about our rivers being lined with blinds and hunters, was very interesting to me. We have the same thing to contend with here on the Rio Grande.
Below you will find a copy of a resolution passed at the sixty-eighth convention of the New York City Federation of Women’s Clubs, held at the Hotel Astor on October 3, 1925. Our organization has a membership of 100,000, and there were about two thousand delegates and alternates who voted.
Many trappers— particularly those taking the larger animals—are making extra money by furnishing hides to those who want rugs for their dens, instead of selling the pelts to fur buyers. Skins for this purpose must, of course, be handled more carefully, as a rule, than others, but the extra trouble is well paid for by the purchaser.
Jas. Sullivan, a member of the Kentucky Game and Fish Protective Association, and believed to be the youngest hunter in the state to take out a license in 1924, is twelve years old. The photo was sent by N. G. Perry, Jr., a game and fish warden, who says that young Sullivan is a fine game-fish angler, and one of the most enthusiastic sportsmen in his vicinity.
My attention is directed to an article in your issue of May, 1924, entitled “Sea Gulls—A Menace to the Fish Industry.” I agree in every particular, and am only sorry that the writer did not direct attention to a greater evil— that of the pelican.
I wish to tell you about a fishing trip I made into the Olympic Mountains with an old pal, Thos. Turner. We drove as far as we could and then walked as far as we were able, and slid down the canyon walls until we found ourselves on the banks of the Skokomish.
OPOSSUMS are bred by thirteen men for their fur. These animals will eat a great variety of food. Getting under a plum tree, you can spread a canvas on the ground, give the tree a shake and procure an ideal ’possum meal. Boiled corn and boiled wheat are also eaten.
Climate and Environment as Factors in Reproduction
FAMOUS HUNTER AND DOGS
EDWIN L. PICKHARDT
About as unique a chase as I have had in quite a while occurred last fall while up hunting with E. N. Howard, an old coyote chaser over seventy-five years of age, who is still going strong. We had very good luck, jumping three coyotes in two days’ hunting.
Most hunting accidents are due to carelessness, or ignorance in the proper use and handling ot firearms. These deplorable occurrences could be reduced in number very materially with proper instruction in the use and carrying of guns. It is not only young boys who are careless and are sometimes accidentally shot; even adults accustomed to handle guns all their lives too often are the offenders.
Having been an interested reader of your Snake Lore column in Outdoor Life, I now take the liberty of writing you, in the hope of finding, with your help, some dealer or manufacturer who can supply me with a lancet (scalpel), which you recommend for use in making incisions into snake bite wounds.