Beautiful Black Hills, by O. W. Coursey ; 265 pages; profusely illustrated; $1.50 postpaid; Educator Supply Company, Mitchell, S. D. In this we have an absorbingly interesting and well-written work by an author who knows his Black Hills and their history, from the early days thru to the present time.
To those who have journeyed to Alaska to hunt for the species of wild game that are to be found in that far-off region there must always come the wish to return there once more. Alaska is a country of vast areas which are still practically unknown to man.
I LEFT Wilmington, Calif., April 2, 1925, aboard the Admiral Dewey, and after an uneventful trip arrived at Seattle the evening of the 7th. The Admiral Rogers, on which I had transportation to Alaska, sailed at 10 a.m. the 8th, allowing only time to transfer my luggage and go aboard.
THE morning sun was just peeping over the horizon of Lake Ontario, casting golden rays across the sparkling waters, a cool, gentle breeze blowing thru the tent door. Doc stretched himself and uttered a “ho, hum” as he closed his fists and moved his arms in a waving fashion over his head.
A friendly voice—a hearty grip— Ah, that begins a Comradeship! For always when I meet a smile I'd like to strike out mile on mile Along the highway with my friend And let it never, never end..... But just laugh on or silence keep On mountain trail or upward steep, With lilting whistle, chanting song To cheer the heart and make it strong; To warm my spirit by his fire And speak of all my heart’s desire— Of all the anguish — all the pain — The cup o’ sorrow deeply drained; Know certain that his outstretched hand Would say, “Old Pal, I understand.”
IT IS somewhat appropriate that the North Island of New Zealand should be a center of big-game fishing, for the original Polynesian discoverers of the country named it Te Ika A Maui, which, translated, means “The Big Fish of Maui.” And the tale goes that when the first canoe-load of the lost voyagers from the now mythical Polynesian home of Hawaiki dropped their lines for fish, one Maui pulled up something really big in the fish way which turned out to be the North Island of New Zealand.
Mr. Mike Farrell, Patterson, Louisiana. Dear Mike:— I have your letter las week where you ask dat I go down to Coal Lake an get ready you camp so you come to shoot duck nex week. Well, I do dat because I am friens to you, Mike. I start en de morning early an clean up lots dirt.
IN THE far West “the little brown bird of the stubble” becomes “the little brown bird of the canyon.” Instead of inhabiting the fields shorn of their waving grain and the sheltering thickets so common in all agricultural districts, the tiny, velvety creatures live along the stony rimrocks and in the nooks and recesses such places generously afford.
In our July number we shall publish the first installment of a very fine story which is to run in two consecutive issues. This story is by P. O. Beaulieu, who is anything but a novice at big-game hunting, and who writes entertainingly of his experiences.
MR. MCGUIRE, editor of Outdoor Life, has asked me to write a report of what actually happened at the Fourth Annual Convention of the Izaak Walton League, held recently in Chicago and attended by delegates from all over the Union. The duty of a good reporter is to give the facts as he finds them, without regard to anything else, and this I shall do to the best of my ability, without fear or favor.
THE horse Comanche, found badly wounded on the Custer battlefield after the battle of the Little Big Horn in Montana Territory, and the only living thing that escaped, was a clay bank sorrel,and was ridden on the day of the battle, June 25, 1876, by Capt. Myles W. Keogh, Seventh Cavalry.
THE people who came into the West by covered wagon, or other early means of transportation, were not usually overburdened with worldy goods. What one team could haul in a wagon, plus the weight of wagon itself, and handicapped by raw, self-made roads in alluvial soil, was the sum total of capacity of each unit, represented by one team and one wagon, as a moving whole.
MORNIN’ If you wants to see a sunrise which is wuth your while to see, Jist hit the trail for Nordquist's ranch, the P Bar P. I’ve rid most every trail a hoss ain’t feared to trod, An’ cum to this conclusion, that when Almighty God Had built the world, an’ dun His best, Here’s where He sat Him down to rest.
UNDOUBTEDLY one reason why the black bass is not more often sought with flies is because he is more easily taken with lures of the plug type and live-bait, for he is a wonderful live-bait lover, and when it comes to plugs—well, in the mood, he simply goes after them right.
"MOUNTAIN trout! My, that sounds good! Are they nice and fresh?" The man who asked was a stranger in the Colorado cafes. “Yes,” answered the waiter, pencil in hand ready to take down the order, “they were taken from the water just yesterday.”
Letter No. 1135—Another Camp Cook Appears With a Method of Baking Fish
Letter No. 1136—He Uses a Long Cane Pole
Letter No. 1187—Books on Fish Raising Wanted
Letter No. 1138—Spawning Bass
Letter No. 1139—Large and Small-Mouth Again
Letter No. 1140—The Pickerel and Muskellunge Problem Again
Letter No. 1141—Has Trouble With Collodion
Letter No. 1142—The Difference Between a Crappie and a Calico Bass
Letter No. 1143—Wants a Good Trout Creel
O. W. S.
Editor Angling Department:—For a long time I have been reading various articles appearing in the Fireside regarding cooking fish. Now I have a method of baking that I think puts it all over the others. Procure a fish weighing 4 or 5 pounds, or one even larger if you prefer.
Tackle has been coming in at a fearful rate lately, and for first consideration we have a spinner with lots o’ spin. Think of it; seven blades-and a whole string o’ beads. Made to be used deep down and in combination with a worm-baited hook. The directions say, “Do just as you are told and you will take trout.”
Frequently I find fishermen whose interest in fish ebbs to zero as it approaches the table. This was especially noticeable in Florida as the day wore to its golden close and the launch turned in past the whistling buoy to the long run home. There in the fish box lay the cream of the seas — fish — the mere thought of which would cause an epicure to enthuse.
We were out seven days, during what was probably the hottest time of the year down there. I did not mind that a bit, because I am very fond of the tropics, and it agrees with me, but the fishing was not so good. We were in Miami during the same period a year ago, and, under similar weather conditions, had excellent fishing.
THIS highway gives the traveler access to the best scenery on the Continent, making a grand circuit tour of twelve of the National Parks, thirty-two National Monuments and many National Forests. The road coincides with important transcontinental, cross-continent and interstate highways which are kept in fine condition.
IN THIS day and age we have a new fancy that is quite in vogue, and that is the avocation of motor touring and camping. Having had successful experiences in touring the North Shore of Lake Superior in Minnesota, and the Superior National Forest, the last and real wilderness in this state, the writer, with his father, mother and brother, left St. Paul last August with the East as the objective.
EXCLUSIVE of the car and its accessories, my expenses for motor camp kit and running expenses, including living, have been carefully kept and, without skimping or being lavish, the cost runs surprisingly low. My outfitting expense, kept separate from my living and car operating cost over several seasons, and on trips including those over pavements, Middle States mud, over high mountains and the sandy roadways of the desert, have been pooled together and an average estimate made.
BEING rather a crank on the mechanics of motor camping, I have perhaps used as many of the different kinds of camp units as any one, but I find real joy in experimenting. I take the keenest interest in discussing equipment with other campers, continually observing how the other fellow does his stuff, and the pointers I have gleaned from my experience and observation may be of interest to others.
With the cameras having the stylographic feature in which you write on the back of the film right after taking, the exposure data (to check up on your technique) and the date and subject, you will have no trouble in keeping track of your vacation subjects.
The fewer the adjustments you have to make in photography, the greater number of good negatives you will bring home. It stands to reason that the greater number of appliances you have to look after when you have your mind on your subject and are in hurry, the more apt you are to forget one little thing and thus spoil the picture.
There is a camp site booklet on the market covering the United States which sells for 50 cents. Would you please tell me where I can get it?—J. M. W., Ky. Answer.—The camp site booklet may be pro. cured from the American Automobile Association, Washington, D. C. This is the most complete published and is worth while.
We are publishing in this issue the first chapter of “Upland and Wildfowl Guns and Loads.” This book is in some degree a revision of “Ballistics of the Shotgun,” previously serialized in Outdoor Life. The object of “Ballistics of the Shotgun” was to point the way to improvements in shotgun ammunition, including how it should be done and why.
In the January issue of Outdoor Life, C. F. Atkins, of Nebraska, tells of some long shots that he made with his Smith gun, using Peters High Velocity shells, and asked others to tell of shots that have been made with a 12. I recall several shots that I made with the first Ithaca gun that I owned, using the regular standard loads that were put out by Winchester and U. M. C twenty-five years ago.
MY FRIENDSHIP with Ashley Haines began about seven years ago when we were both living in British Columbia. Shortly afterwards he sold his ranch, which was 11 miles out from the little town of Salmon Arm, and moved to Washington in order to get medical attention for a member of his family.
The cause of Lugers jamming is, I believe, largely due to the fact that ordinary gun oil does not properly lubricate the magazine spring and follower. By using ordinary vaseline and greasing the follower and slotted side of magazine liberally, as well as the first dozen or so shells, I think the trouble will be largely eliminated.
IT HAS occurred to me, when reading the pages of outdoor sporting magazines, that there is a sad lack of the above when some of the so-called authorities write. This is not the case with many writers, but it would appear that some of those who are always before the public are guilty to a great extent; mayhap they are making copy and expect it to be swallowed.
Ever since getting into this shooting game, I have been looking for the perfect cleaning rod. For cleaning .22-caliber rifles and pistols, the Parker celluloid-covered rod is my favorite. Their rifle rod is equipped with a ballbearing handle which actually does what is expected of it.
It is interesting to read the various opinions of men with the small-bore rifle. In the July issue of Outdoor Life is a letter signed George H. Treadwell. He would prohibit, by law, the use of the Savage .22 Hi-Power, and the Savage .250-3000, as unfit for shooting deer.
PRACTICALLY the only exhaustive works that have ever been written on the subject of heat of combustion of powders have been those of Nobel and Abel, “Researches on Explosives,” and later, Nobel’s “Researches on Explosives,” tho many short articles have appeared from time to time in French, English and German technical magazines, and, since the war, one or two articles in Italian military magazines, that have been really great additions to the subject.
This subject of hunting rifles and killing power never seems to grow old; at least, I am always interested in it, as I notice are many others of your readers. I want to say that A. Tiggelbeck wrote one of the most interesting letters it has been my good fortune to read for some time, on the killing power of the old-timers (Outdoor Life of March, 1926).
In reading the various articles that appear from time to time, one cannot help noting the differences of opinion held by those writing on the subject of barrel flip. In the December, 1925, issue of Outdoor Life, Mr. Hill explains his theory by means of drawings, the idea being that when a rifle is somewhat weak in the grip the resistance back of the butt plate will cause a bending or buckling at this point, allowing the muzzle to become depressed, resulting in a low shot; while a strong, stiff grip will not give, but the rifle rises at the muzzle, causing a high shot.
Being in close touch with old-timers and others who should know, I feel safe in saying that at the time of the battle of the Little Big Horn Custer's command had not as yet received the new Springfield "needle gun," but was armed with the Spencer repeater.
Capt. Adam H. Bogardus, the champion live-pigeon wing shot in the ’70s and early ’80s, and winner of many contests in the days when the 10gauge was the trap gun, used 4½ to 5 drams black powder (smokeless was not then, quite sufficiently developed for practical usage) and 1½ ounces of No. 9 shot.
The genuine Mauser, as built by Mauser, is accepted by most experts as being the sturdiest, strongest bolt-action made. One authority experimenting with the Mauser claims to have proven that it is impossible to blow up this action (for .30-’06) with any powder that would normally be used in reloading cartridges.
Sporting Arms and Ammunition Manufacturers’ Institute
Manufacturers of sporting arms and ammunition have formed a trade association to be known as the Sporting Arms and Ammunition Manufacturers’ Institute. Its objects are to effect co-operation and efficiency in the design and manufacture of arms and ammunition therefor, and to promote, so far as possible, the standardization of design, methods and manufacture.
I am in the Engineering Department of the United States Forest Service, and spend about six months each year traversing trails with plane table. We pack into the wildest parts of the state, but find that 90 per cent of the shots are at blue jays, hawks, squirrels and grouse, all of which the long rifle, hollow point, will take care of.
The following is a complete list of Peters High Velocity cartridges, according to their recent announcement: 10-Gauge.—Shell, 2⅞ inches; powder equivalent, 4¾ drams; shot 1⅝ ounces; shot sizes, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 chilled, and BB. 12-Gauge.
Hunters’ Licenses Issued by States for Season 1924-1925
Note.—Considering the states in which no game commission is maintained and for which no figures are shown, and the further fact that many sportsmen do not hunt or purchase licenses every year, it is safe to say that a fair estimate of the number of sportsmen in the United States may be arrived at by adding 2,000,000 to the 5,039,834 listed in the above tabulation of licenses issued by the various states for the hunting season of 1924-1925. Worthy of particular note, and probably a surprising fact to some, is the very small number of licenses issued for Alaska hunting by sportsmen residing outside the territory, there being but sixty non-resident and twenty-six alien licenses for the season.
The word “sportsman” today means something. It means more each year. It implies moderation, and not butchery. It means one who loves not just the killing of a large quantity of game, but who thrills to the concentration of keen faculties, the perfect co-ordination of nerve and muscle, and the quick action essential to the taking of game under sportsmanlike conditions.
A recent article in a well-known monthly, written by a sportsman whose reputation for veracity cannot be questioned, says that in the duck breeding section of Saskatchewan, crows exist by the hundreds of thousands, and that last year he personally killed crows yellow up to their eyes from eating eggs.
In going thru some old relics of my uncle’s just recently. I found an old newspaper published in San Francisco in 1848, one item of which I copied and enclose, thinking it might be of interest to old-timers and sportsmen. At the present time there are no grizzlies in California, except those in captivity.
I have read George W. Carns’ article in January Outdoor Life, but cannot agree with him as to the damage caused by swans. The name “whistling swan” is a misnomer. They do not whistle; but their voice certainly cannot be described as unpleasant, except to such people as dislike all noises but those made by man; the screech of the motor horn, or jazz music, and the rumble and roar of cities.
I am sending you a clipping from a local newspaper, telling of an attack by a cougar. There has been a good deal of argument as to whether a cougar would attack a man or not, and this article seems to prove that it sometimes happens. A weird tale of glowing balls of fire in the inky darkness of a wilderness night; snarls and growls of an unseen foe, and a fight to the death between a lone prospector armed with an ax and a full grown male cougar is the latest bit of adventure from Washington’s northern frontier.
I have been confronted with a question all my life which I cannot get a satisfactory answer for. The question is, where do wild game such as deer, elk, moose, etc., disappear to before they die of old age? Many of these animals are found dead in the woods but investigation finds that they were severely wounded and died of it instead of old age.
Crime is being organized as a business, and one may expect soon to see it appear at Washington in the person of proper representatives seeking protection against cheap foreign competition, says the San Francisco Examiner. In New York they recently rounded up part of a gang that carried on real commercial operations, with the exception of paying for the goods.
A few of the effects of various degrees of cold are as follows: At 30 f. one can see the breath as plainly as steam from a kettle; from 15 to 35 below zero it is scarcely noticeable, but from minus 50 on down it reappears. At 40 below the “steam” from men and dogs floats off like white clouds, but at 60 or 70 it clings to travelers like a grav mist.
Following up your suggestions about fishing in Wyoming, we left Mr. Blount at Pinedale and spent six weeks in the Green River and Seven Lakes country. The fishing, as you said, was really extraordinary, and I hope all “fish hogs” expire before they reach such genuine sport.
This is the way a charming bit of forest looks after a careless camper has let fire slip the leash and run wild in the woods. Here, as is usually the case after a forest fire, the wind has piled the insecure trees like jack-straws. The fire which runs along close to the ground is less spectacular than the one that gets into the tops of the trees but it causes enormous destruction nevertheless.
An encounter with an old female bear furnished me with a real thrill last spring—one in which I was on the down-hill side when the tussle started and Bruin and I piled up together at the finish. I was on my way to our ranch, some 4 miles from Tenakee, to get a boat load of dry wood stored in a shed there.
Herewith is a clipping taken from The Deseret News, which I think is highly commendable to the parties mentioned as being strictly in keeping with the American sportsman’s creed that a sportsman should never kill wantonly, needlessly or brutally.
I HAVE know some few men, in my three score years, who have spent their entire lifetime going to the postoffice, or waiting for the postman, looking for a letter announcing the death of a wealthy uncle who had left them a great fortune. These men never did anything but the most ordinary and menial work for a living, and they lived and died in the most commonplace way.
A physician of note has recently written an article in which he sneaks of the unconquered diseases. He states that pneumonia is the principal disease of known origin which remains unconquered. This doctor does not mention distemper, for it is not a disease common to man, altho it seems closely allied to pneumonia in many ways.
I have a Chesapeake dog one year old that has chorea, as near as I can tell. He continually twitches his front quarters and can hardly stand or walk at all. When standing his front legs go from under him. He had sore eyes when I received him at three month old, and has had them ever since.
An unprecedented scarcity of quail in Alabama and other southern states the past hunting season has created a general feeling of alarm and much speculation as to its cause. A recent inquiry by the Alabama Sportsman has elicited a large number of interesting theories as to the causes, and many suggestions of remedies for the unfortunate situation.
I have been intending to write you for some time and tell you how much Snake Lore is enjoyed by me; and I really believe 75 per cent of the readers of Outdoor Life here also read Snake Lore. In fact, it is the most interesting part of Outdoor Life, for snakes are a subject, and a thing people are afraid of, as a rule, and still interested enough to always want to read about them.