The Doberman Pinscher, by William Sidney Schmidt; 62 pages; profusely illustrated; $1.50 postpaid ; Judy Publishing Company, Chicago. One of the most precise, authorative and reliable of all works written on a special breed of dog. Unquestionably it will be a boon toward the popularizing of the doberman pinscher breed in America.
OFF for the Yukon! Those magic words less than three short decades ago telegraphed a wondrous picture to the mind’s eye; brought visions of a land of promise, a land of adventure and romance — and gold ! Always gold ! But to us, my friend William Wagner and I, in the fall of 1924 the lure was not material wealth; rather, our visions were filled with pictures of big-game trophies, of a grand and glorious vacation, of relaxation, in the land of the fastvanishing sourdough.
MEN are ever students of probabilities. They argue meditativeiy or maintain prodigious silences; they dawdle with tiresome words or reason thoughtfully; but the most unselfconscious of men are often startled into selfconsciousness by the mere whim of a friend.
In 1919 Harry C. James, a member of the board of trustees of the Colorado Museum of Natural History, Denver, announced a gift of funds to the museum from himself and his sister, Mrs. Elsic James Lemen, for the purpose of constructing a south wing to the present building as a memorial to their father, the late William H. James.
THE hush of eventide had settled over the forest one April evening in the spring of 1923, and the last note of the wood thrush echoing thru the woodland presaged the coming of night, as we returned to our tent after a still hunt on our first afternoon in camp, which we spent in getting acquainted with the woods and looking for signs in preparation for the gobbler hunt next morning.
THOUSANDS upon thousands of acres of sea-marsh—to the right—to the left—always west. Long before the first touch of color marked the eastern sky the flurry of feathered bodies hurtling thru the air could be heard. From somewhere off to the right came the low, plaintive cry of wild geese—Honk! Honk!—as they winged their unmolested way to higher ground.
GIVE me plenty of rainbow fishing and you may have all other kinds, to do with as you will. Put me up on the Lake Fork of the Gunnison River, in western Colorado, and there I am satisfied. There's btter fishing elsewhere-p1enty of places; larger ones, and more of them.
In far-off West Africa an American missionary enjoys a successful hunt as the guest of a tribal chieftain
F. R. Birch
IT WAS a typical dry-season afternoon in February. The sun, having pelted us with all its power for the better part of the day, was now waning in the west. Weary from a day spent at the desk, the writer was sipping a cup of tea in a shady alcove of the big veranda.
Beneath the crags of gleaming Silver Tip There stands a cabin, tumbled down, forlorn— A cabin that has lost itself in sleep. Moss-covered now, stoop-shouldered, bent and worn. Two clumsy windows once adorned the front; They slumber now, like heavy-lidded eyes.
AN OLD cowpuncher is broadcasting right now. He’s telling me an incident of the Johnson County, Wyo., cattle wars of 1892. He went thru that as one of the actors in a lurid cattle drama wherein a big organization tried to “hog” the open range and put the smaller independent ranches out of business and take over the range by force.
Eager and active and side by side, When the grass is seen thru the melting snow, With heads held high and nostrils wide, Thru the soft spring rain the horses go. They smell the breath of a summer day ; They seek the rest of a summer night ; They do not loiter by the way,
IT IS rather surprising, the dearth of information there is upon this subject; I mean in a brief and get-atable form. I certainly wish that I might devote adequate space to the discussion here, but that is utterly out of the question. My purpose is merely to give the facts in the case, and those in the briefest possible way, so that the angler may know what to select for any particular style of angling—nothing more.
THIS place has been plugged to death by the Saturday and Sunday crowds. I’ll bet every bass in this 7 miles of water has a sore head. No wonder we can’t get a strike. “Let’s get out our trout rods and try some of these new-fangled bass bugs; haven’t much faith in ’em, but they looked so attractive in the show-cases I just had to buy a few.”
PERHAPS you know where Wolf Lake is, or was, within the city limits of Chicago? Thirty years ago it was a shallow sheet of tulle-grown water between Chicago and Hammond, Ind., with an outlet into Lake Michigan thru a sand dune barrier.
IT'S now fifteen years since I drowned my first “wum” in Lake Como, a beautiful little body of water located 3½ miles west of the city of Fort Worth, Tex. Those years have rolled into the discard, marked from my life by the ever-moving pen grasped firmly in the hand of old Father Time, the long-whiskered recorder of earthly happenings as we poor mortals jog our way along down the winding trail of life’s most wonderful adventure.
Letter No. 1131—Catches the Spotted Cat on a Fly, Too
Editor Angling Department :—Here are a few questions I would like answered : Would a steel rod 9 feet long, weighing 8 ounces, be all right for lake fishing for large-mouth and pike? Would an automatic reel work well with such a rod? Could I cast a dry-fly with it as well as a spinner?
This is not written to sell tackle; it is just a horse-sense view of an expenditure that is necessary. As long as tackle is necessary, and I know what tackle I am going to use, I carry duplicates of the indispensable stuff. If I go up into Ontario for small-mouth bass or muskellunge, into back lakes, where tackle is not sold, I would be a fool to go without duplicates of the stuff that is necessary to make the trip a success.
Fresh-water fish have their counterpart in the salt-water varieties. This came under my notice at Long Beach, Calif. It was all new to me, and I was down on the dock watching the fishing boats come in at evening. One man brought in several fish that he called kelp bass, or rock bass, of an average of 3 pounds in weight.
THE average autocamping tour has some definite objective in view. It may be to some scenic recreation ground; it may be to regions of lake and stream fishing; in season it may be to happy hunting grounds, or it may be just a tour for freedom and fresh air along some of our great highways —playing the game of autocamping for the game’s sake and for your personal enjoyment and rejuvenation. For example, if you wish to get some real fishing, we would not direct you to disappointment, but to a region where opportunities are multifold.
"OLD MAN” RIGGS settled in his canyon, about 40 miles southeast of Willcox, Ariz., more than fifty years ago. Now his boys and girls own every place we pass for miles up and down the creek. They have their own school, cemetery, and a bank in Willcox, besides an enviable reputation for kindness to tramps, miners and other wayfarers who need their hospitality.
WILDERNESS handicraft defines one's ingenuity in making devices which render the vacation less irksome, cleverly utilizing what Nature offers and putting your outfit to efficient use. The less the bulk and weight carrying allowable by the transportation at your disposal, and the farther you go into the wilderness, the more woodcraftsmanship you must employ.
THE mecca of tourists from all parts of the United States and Canada. Such is the lake resort property located on the Straits of Mackinac, from Mackinac City to a point approximately 8 miles southeast of Cheboygan, the center of northern Michigan tourist travel, and located on the main highways to and from the upper peninsula.
IF YOU are a real, all-round, efficient, dyed-in-the-wool outdoorsman, you know how to cook good meals from elemental food supplies. One of the pleasant surprises to the city-born sportsman when he goes camping is to find that practically all guides and packers know how to cook —they have to—for it’s a part of their routine to be able to cook their own meals.
In connection with the increasing numbers of people who tour westward each year it is interesting to note who they are, where they come from, where they go, what interests them most, etc. The Pacific Northwest Information Service, working for the Northern Pacific, the Great Northern and the Burlington railways, has compiled some interesting statistics gathered from a study of 18,000 inquiries for travel information and questionnaires returned by 700 visitors at the national parks in 1924.
THREE FORKS, Mont., is not only the junction of three rivers, but also the junction of three auto trails, the Vigilante, the Yellowstone and the National Park to Park trails. From the east you reach Three Forks by way of Bozeman, from the west by way of Butte, from the north by way of Helena.
If a vote were taken among autocampers as to the most practical tent for the daily moved camp, it undoubtedly would be for the umbrella style. They still accord the center pole type of suspension as being the easiest to set up and holding the tent properly, and agree that this type of tent gives the most head room.
IT IS generally concluded that a poor pattern must accompany an extremely high velocity. This may not be due to the velocity so much as to the abruptness with which that velocity is developed. The shot are caught while at rest, and before their inertia can be overcome, mischief has been done to the soft lead.
THE .45 Government Model automatic pistol has probably received more abusive publicity than any other hand gun. This started when the pistol was adopted by the army as the service weapon. First off, it was issued to a lot of men who had never shot anything except revolvers and had, for the most part, not done any too much shooting with those
WITH the passing of winter snows and ” the warm breath of summer in the air, the country is once again echoing to the roar of the shotgun. For it is trapshooting time once more and the clay pigeon again reigns supreme wherever gunners congregate. The old crowd is on deck, each impatient for the first bird to take its chance against his gun.
I wish to thank you for sample copy of your valuable mazazine, which I received nearly a year ago. I have not missed a number since. I get them regularly at our drug store. It is good and I like it from cover to cover. The gun talks interest me, but I can’t quite figure out why anyone wants a better or more powerful rifle than those made 20 years ago.
WE’VE been coming to this for a long time, and now we re here. There are so many things to say regarding, that it is difficult to know just where to begin. But we’ll set them down in some order, which will likely be anything but orderly, and there they will be, those reactions which make a man do certain things, reasonable or unreasonable according to who looks at it.
In January, 1922, a reduction was announced in the price of shot shells and ammunition. Lead, at that time, was being marketed at a trifle under 4 cents a pound. Since then lead has increased materially in price until it now sells at approximately 10 cents a pound.
Noting recent comment on the .250-3000 Savage, makes me incline to “rise up in meetin’,” put in a brief remark or two, and sit down again. I recall shooting a crocodile with this cartridge, the effect on the reptile compared to the bullet wound being rather surprising.
The Stevens Arms Company announces the purchase of the Page-Lewis Company, which manufactured .22 rifles. The Page-Lewis employes will be retained intact and the factory will continue to function as before, except that it will be under the supervision of the Stevens Arms Company.
The Ithaca Gun Company announces that the 410-gauge will be furnished in all grades of Ithaca shotguns, from the cheapest to the highestpriced. The .410-gauge Ithaca will be furnished with or without ejectors, with any drop or length of stock, any barrel length, and any degree of choke.
I note in the October issue of Outdoor Life an inquiry from Lewis J. Davis, Texas, in which he asks regarding combination sights, both open and peep, on Springfield rifle. Note the editor docs not know of such sights, and expresses his desire for such a combination.
You hit the nail squarely on the head in your article, “Save the Ducks,” in the February issue. Let us hope that it will inspire sportsmen in all parts of the country in which suitable marshes and waters are found to act before the ducks are reduced to the vanishing point.
These views were taken at Tenkee Inlet, Alaska, 1ast winter, during the heavy snow which drove the deer out to the coast and threatened to exterminate them. Thru the efforts of the Biological Survey and sportsmens organizations around $2,300 was sent to Alaska with which to buy hay, and the lives of hundreds of deer were saved.
I am sending you a picture of my friend and hunting partner, Lawrence Meyers, with his dogs and a couple of mountain lions. Two of the dogs are fox terriers, as you can see, while the other is half airedale and a mixture of something else; but he is a wonder when it comes to a scrap.
As an indication of what may happen to the big-game hunter in Interior Alaska, here are a couple of recent happenings, one of which occurred to the writer: Having fixed up a small boat with an outboard motor, I started up the Chena Slough one evening, with Lou Joy, a local electrician, who was to show me the channel of the stream.
John Morris secured this specimen in Modoc County this last season. It is a stag, mule deer, having twenty-one points. Horns were in the velvet, but, owing to damage and tanning, had to be stripped. One point on rear interferes with the left ear coming forward to natural position.
My mail doesn't come addressed to Don Martin, A. B., or Ph.D., or M. D., or D. D. S., or plain D. D. It just comes to Don Martin, sometimes C. O. D. What I am trying to say is that I am utterly and entirely ignorant of all and sundry ’isms and ’ologies.
It’s been a hard, dry year. Deer plentiful, but the blue grouse have suffered and were scarce. No berries on account of the drought. I note Ben Tinker’s January article on the antelope in Sonora. I remember being in Montana when the Pablo buffaloes were rounded up.
This view illustrates what can he done with wild game with a little care and feed. These prairie chickens were fed daily all winter, and as a result they became quite tame. They gave their benefactor much pleasure studying their habits. The photo was sent by E. P. Cameron, who asked that it be returned after use, but he failed to give his address
At last the excise tax on sporting arms and ammunition has been repealed! On Friday, February 26, President Coolidge affixed his signature to the bill which repealed this and many other tax bills, and which means an immediate reduction in the cost of shooting at the traps, on the rifle range, and in the field.
The Fishing Tackle Manufacturers of America, in closing their recent slogan contest, adopted as their new slogan, “Fish and Feel Fit,” as submitted by V. A. Williams, Utahville, Penn. K. Marshman, Woodstock, Ont., and E. T. Buckley, Quincy, Mass., entered the same slogan, but the contest rules required a t w e n t y-five-word para -graph stating why the slogan was submitted, this paragraph to be the determining factor in case of a tie.
In the November issue I read the article entitled “A Plea for Wilderness Hunting Grounds,” by Aldo Leopold, which hits me just about right. I have always felt as tho I would like to see lots of roads into the forest, but as sure as the roads are built, cabins go up and many tourists travel these roads and create different disturbances, which is a sure menace to wild life.
Bruddahs an’ Sistahs: Las' Sunday de sermon wah based on lessons from de life ob de squirrel. How de squirrel always work in de nice weathah an’ put up de supply ob feed so’s he kin loaf in de wintah. Dat wah a good lesson fo’ all ob us an’ I sho’ done hope it will prove vallable to yo’ all what wah heah las’ Sunday an’ done stayed awake long enough to reconize it.
I would like to know the name of the native grouse here? Some say they are pin-tail grouse, and they fill that description correctly. Also, what bird of the game species is the fastest flying? The grouse are fast here, and some say they are the fastest.
NOTE the period of incubation for different eggs so that you will not make a wrong mixture in one nest should you not have enough eggs of one variety for a setting and add eggs of another kind to make a sufficient number. Among the pheasants, the black-back kaleege and the swinhoes require tweny-four days; lin— eated, melanotus and silver, twenty-eight days; Chinese and Mongolian ringnecks, twenty-three days; Elliot and Reeves, twenty-four to twenty-five days; golden, twenty-two to twenty-three days; Amherst, twenty-three to twenty-four days; Mikado, twenty-eight days.
It has been felt among the leading collie fanciers of the country for some years now, that the working qualities of the breed should receive more training and that shows should foster a movement of this kind. The collie is naturally beautiful, so much so that the breed has lived on in popular fancy as no other, perhaps, just as a breed answers the popular demand for companionship of intelligence and for beauty.
I am writing you to ask where I can buy a book of reliable instructions on the care and training of dogs ; especialy police dogs. How can other dogs be made watchful and cross? Can a police dog be trained to hunt game? I am all but an expert on training dogs to hunt small game.— C E. Lively, W. Va.
The present appropriation by Congress of $150,000 a year permits the employment of only twenty-five Fedeal game. wardens for the entire United States and Alaska for the enforcement of the Migratory Bird Treaty Act and the Lacey Act, in addition to other necessary expenditures for office expenses and equipment.
A few years ago I was up in the northern part of Wisconsin and while there we found some eggs under a piece of turned-over sod. One of the fellows happened to break one of them and inside of it we saw what looked like a small snake. I told this to the neighbor and he said snakes are not horn from eggs.