SPLENDID hunting for bears and moose in the littleknown Peace River district, along the boundary between Alberta and British Columbia. One of the outstanding incidents of this fine story was the killing of two large grizzlies, which the author accomplished within a period of five minutes, in the cut line hewed thru virgin forest between the two Canadian provinces.
The number of hunting accidents each season continues to be unnecessarily great. Most accidents are the result of carelessness and are preventable. State game commissioners and their wardens exert their best efforts to instruct novices and warn the more experienced hunters as each hunting season approaches, but it does not seem possible to eliminate such accidents.
Tales of Southern Rivers, by Zane Grey; 249 pages; completely illustrated; $4 postpaid; Harper & Brothers, New York. Zane Grey’s unequalled powers of story-telling and description have never reached greater vividness than in these new tales of his own adventures, hunting, fishing and exploring in the sub-tropical rivers of the southern states and Mexico. Tales of Lonely Trails, by Zane Grey; 394 pages; illustrated from photographs; $4 postpaid; Harper & Brothers, New York.
Mr. and Mrs. F. E. Kleinschmidt and trophies of their summer Arctic cruise, when they hunted polar bears with bow and arrow. Upper—On the Arctic ice pack after a chase for polar bear killed with bow and arrow. Oval—Polar bear killed with bow and arrow and spear.
IT WAS late August, and southwestern Ontario presented its wonderful lake country in a most gorgeous manner. Stately pines and picturesque birch trees dotted the wooded sections from all angles, and the sparkling waters of the nearby lakes appeared like mammoth diamonds set amidst a cluster of velvety green foliage.
IF EVER there was a time in the history of the United States when our migratory waterfowl—and particularly ducks—were in crying need of adequate sanctuary protection, that time is now. Years ago, when they existed in such countless numbers as to fairly darken the sun in their flight, the supply was thought to be inexhaustible.
IT IS told that when the Sioux Indians were given the Flatiron Reservation, the United States Government men asked the old chief what he wanted in the way of a reservation. He stood with his back to Lake Kampeska and held his arms out in a flaring V-shape that marked out a triangular reservation, and said, “I want this.”
I AM a guide, and have been one for the past sixteen years. I am, therefore, much interested in the preservation of game. The mountain lion is a more serious danger to the deer and elk in the section where he ranges than all the men who do any hunting there, put together.
TO ENCOURAGE AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHY of wild life, including both fish and game and all species thereof, Outdoor Life is conducting a prize photographic contest for its readers, under the following conditions: Any reader of Outdoor Life may compete, provided he or she is not a professional photographer.
THE first story written by Kipling that I ever read happened to be about elephants. I don’t remember the title of it, but I shall never forget the substance of it, for, with nothing but words to work with, Kipling weaves a fabric so real that one lives there with an old elephant for a space and feels as the elephant feels.
WHY shoot doves, anyway? Some tell of shooting them with a .22. I have, in years past, shot lots of the little red-legged fellows with everything from a 12-gauge down, but I hope never to shoot any more. After years for reflection I cannot see now how we ever classed them as game birds, in Colorado or any place else; nor can I see why many still so class them.
DOWN in southwest Texas, where nature has been allowed to "carry on" in her wonderful way, lie miles and miles of land where the lover of the Great Outdoors can enjoy himself to his heart’s content. Here, where many think the country is level and plains stretch out for miles, are the Davis Mountains, providing beautiful scenery and a natural protection to various kinds of game.
THE mink is one of the hardest of all fur-bearing animals to catch. It has a keen sense of smell, an animal instinct superior to that of the fox or wolf, and yet may be easily taken if one knows where and how to make his sets. No bungling methods will get the valuable pelts, but even the young trapper need not despair of results if he follows the instructions given.
BEN returned with the horses to our camp on the evening of the 5th, and on the morning of the 6th we moved down the Ptarmigan Valley toward the Kuskokwim River, passing the divide about 4 miles from our camp. The country we had to travel over was without any trails or tracks except those made by wild animals, and altho we could follow the bed of the Happy River creek in many places, we often had to make our way as well as we could thru the birch scrub, which was frequently very thick.
In the September, 1926, number of Outdoor Life, the statement is made that James Stevenson and N. P. Langford were the first persons ever to reach the summit of the Grand Teton. Will you permit me, in the interest of clean sport and fair play, to register a most emphatic objection to that statement?
WHERE comes a time each year when men in every part of the country are planning big-game hunts in the Rockies, Cascades, Alaska, British Columbia, Arizona and wherever else deer, bears, elk, caribou, moose, goat, sheep or javelina are found.
PART II—CHAPTER XI TACKLE BOXES, ROD CASES AND REEL BAGS
O. W. Smith
THE storing and carrying of tackle is something of a problem. Surely every angler realizes the importance of possessing adequate receptacles for his tackle, not simply because of convenience, rather because of the value of his outfit. Any well selected outfit is worth considerable money, the amount depending somewhat upon the length of the owner’s pocketbook; just the same, a $15 rod is as valuable and deserving of as much care as the one costing $60 is to the man who owns it.
The way of reproduction in fishes is fascinating. In springtime many kinds that dwell in the seas ascend rivers for great distances to spawn or deposit their eggs. And the inland fishes travel into tributary streams for a like purpose. In these places a shallow depression often serves as a nest, and the female fish lays hundreds of eggs which settle to the bottom on the clean sand.
This season the Outdoor Life trophy was won by the Honorable W. Waldorf Astor of England. The competition was very keen and many rod-men of note from far corners of the globe made pilgrimage to Campbell River in British Columbia and tried for this much coveted trophy.
A WAY back down the years before rainbow trout had been press agented into international prominence, I wandered into the Olympic mountains with two friends on a prospecting trip. This range of mountains is on the northwest coast of Washington, just south of Cape Flattery and west of Puget Sound.
MY LOT in life has been cast with Uncle Sam. And Uncle, you know, has a great way of shifting his service men from pillar to post; first to Shanghai then to Rockland, Me.; then back half around the globe to Seattle, Wash. Thus one rainy day (unusual weather I was told) I found myself, family, luggage and fish gear at the Bremerton Naval Station; at the very portal, you might say, of the magnificent Peninsula of Olympus, where, unlike Hoboken or Manhattan, the air you breathe is virgin, all your own and never before has been used.
Letter No. 1172—Wants Someone to Pick Out the Winning Plugs
Letter No. 1173—A “World’s Record” on Dolly Varden
Letter No. 1174—Another Worm Coaxer Wanted
Letter No. 1175—Some Tackle Questions
Letter No. 1176—“No Fishing” Signs Mean Keep Off
Letter No. 1177—Do Bass Eat Frogs?
Letter No. 1178—Leaping Bass and a Hook Holder
Letter No. 1179—Cat Are Getting Catty
Letter No. 1180—Kamloops Trout Grow Rapidly
Letter No. 1181—Fishing for Spotted Cat
O. W. S.
Editor Angling Department:—Tell me how to float a dry fly line. I have a level Halford and use “Cerolene,” made by Hardy, but somehow I can’t cast more than six or eight times without having the line sink.—J. A. L., III. Answer.—I always use the particular “floatine” the maker recommends whenever possible.
The 1926 annual meeting of the Tuna Club was held at Avalon, August 7, resulting in the election of the following officers for the ensuing year: President, A. C. Parsons; vice-president, W. A. Van Brunt; secretary, A. C. Brode; historian, L. P. Streeter.
Several marlin swordfish were brought into Miami in March, 1926. Every few days somebody brought in one. “Russian John” Plostnek brought in the largest, one of 108½ pounds. Max Chamberlain brought in two in one week. These fish are surely different from the Pacific Coast marlin, as they do not run so large, and lack the purple color and stripe.
If there is one kind of big-game fishing that a seasick man can safely try, it is tarpon fishing. For these, you can fish back of the keys, in the sheltered coves and still places. Very different it is from the offshore trolling for sailfish and other fish of the Gulf Stream.
Every once in a while somebody brings in a small sailfish. The smallest one I have heard of lately was 34 inches long, but Capt. Fred Boegel told of one that was so small it was thought that a weed was on the hook. This fish was only 16 inches long and was probably the smallest sailfish ever landed on a hook.
There are several reasons why the knowledge of how to troll three lines from a boat is worth while. Perhaps three good friends want to fish together. Maybe splitting the price of the launch charter three ways instead of two is an object if you go out a great many times, where it wouldn’t be if a man went infrequently.
IN VIEW of the fact that so great a number of motor campers tour our national parks on their vacations, it is well to consider just how they can get the best good from such a trip. By all means you do not see intimately any national park if you stick to the motor roads and public motor camps.
Bettering the Indian Buckskin Jacket The outdoorman’s clothing is going to be pretty carefully chosen; just any old castoff duds won’t go, as one finds out with one experiment. Instead, the camp and trail personal wearing equipment will be selected with as much care as a good gun or fishing rod, for these items to withstand wear and tear, cleaning, they must fit right and keep the outdoor man warm and properly insulate him from the exigencies of weather.
This highway from New York to Los Angeles, thru the center of our country, is undoubtedly the best for transcontinental travelers for a number of reasons. It is the shortest and most direct line from coast to coast; going thru twelve states which represent the concentration of our greatest population, it is within easy reach of the largest number of people; it offers 97 per cent hard surfaced roadways east and 48 per cent west of the Mississippi River; it avoids the very difficult desert stretches of another of our great cross-continent roads in western Nevada which it seems impossible to fix; it brings one into direct contact with the finest scenic and recreation places of Colorado, Utah and California, and it connects up with the highways leading to all the famous recreation playgrounds of the country north and south of it.
WHEN “Ballistics of the Shotgun” was being written, it was thought that the manufacturers of factory cartridges had gotten into a rut from which they apparently did not want to escape. The prime object of that work was to tell in detail why shotgun cartridges should be improved, and how to do it.
IT IS unlawful in some states to carry firearms, even for self protection. The bandits carry weapons of various kinds, but the law-abiding do not. Of what use are such laws that result in such a curious situation of affairs? That is the question which has arisen quite naturally in many sections, and the answer is given variously according to the particular point of view, influenced by training and a particular trend of thought.
IN THE minds of most riflemen, paper-patched bullets are in the same interesting, altho now unimportant, class which includes the dodo and the passenger pigeon. We read a little of these bullets in books like Van Dyke’s “Still Hunter;” now and then some older man of the shooting game, in something he has written for the outdoor journals, will mention their uses; one may meet or know someone who hunted buffaloes for their hides and who spent his evenings, during those now historic years, molding the heavy Sharps’ bullets and winding them with thin but tough paper jackets.
Have read with interest A. W. Fraser’s letter in Outdoor Life for September, giving his experiences with the Model 54 Winchester using the .30-’06, and do not quite understand his reference to the excessive recoil of this rifle. The gun has a recoil, all right, and no doubt it is more than the rifle he mentions —the Savage .300—but I do not believe it is objectionably severe.
IT WOULD appear that there are a good many men much interested in the .25-20 rifle. Inasmuch as it is easier to answer all at one time thru the medium of Outdoor Life, rather than write each and every man a personal letter, I am going to use the Outdoor Life route.
America’s colors were dragged in the dust, figuratively speaking, on the rifle range at St. Gall, Switzerland, August 14. 1925, when the Swiss rifle team defeated our team for the championship of the world. Until then the United States had successfully defended the title since our initial entry in 1921.
I note that A. Tiggelbeck is pickin’ on me in the March issue of your good magazine, evidently peeved at my article entitled “Bunk and Ballistics” in the June issue of the American Rifleman. He objects to my liking for my old .3840, and fails to read the portions of that article which state, “It seems like carrying a joke too far to use a ,30-’06 on a deer; the load would be better adapted for use on wild switch engines.
BACK some twenty years ago, possibly less than that, I recall an article appearing in one of the then very popular sporting magazines under the signature of a famous rifleman of the country, dealing with a new “high-power” rifle. At the time I was taking my first lessons in gunnery.
AFTER having nine out of ten Remington black powder .45 Colts go completely thru a mountain goat, at from 40 to 300 yards, from a 5½-inch single-action Colt, I decided to try the .38-40 and .44-40 to see if they' would not tear a little larger hole and produce more shock.
I was much interested in Mr. Dudley’s article in the December number of Outdoor Life, especially where he says the breech-loading Springfield rifle and carbine was adopted in 1866. A perusal of the Chief of Ordance reports beginning with 1866, however, fails to disclose any Springfield carbines being manufactured until 1870.
I have been reading in Outdoor Life comments upon the recoil of big-game rifles, especially of the ultra-magnum type; for instance, by E. N. Denton, in the January, 1926, issue. In every case I have noticed that one very important point bearing upon the subject has not been mentioned.
For the past ten years I had been satisfied that my old ’92 model Marlin rifle shot more accurately than I could, with the help of Lyman sights; using short, long, or long rifle .22s of any make that were loaded with lesmok or King’s semi-smokeless powder.
Does the rifle give more velocity to a bullet than a carbine? Would you think it wise to buy a carbine? Does the .22-caliber greaseless bullet spoil a rifle, or do you think it is all right to use the greaseless bullet in a .22-caliber rifle?—R. Valls, Tex.
The Remington Arms Company announces the advent of two new loads, known as Nitro Express and Arrow Express, both designed for very long range work. The new loads come in 12, 16 and 20-gauges in Nitro Express and in 12-gauge only for the Arrow Express.
A conference of sportsmen, game officials and conservationists, called by Dr. E. W. Nelson, chief of the Bureau of Biological Survey of the United States Department of Agriculture, was held at the offices of the bureau in Washington recently to discuss the use of sink boxes or batteries, mat-blinds, and other devices employed in hunting migratory wildfowl in the waters of Maryland, North Carolina and Virginia.
This is intended for those fellows who haven’t the time nor money to take an extended hunting trip in Alaska. Horburg, Alberta, affords excellent hunting for both large and small game, and yet is not beyond the possibility of almost anyone. It is located on a branch line running front Red Deer to Nordegg.
Muskrat, lord of the marsh and swamp and small sluggish stream, is good food, according to Dr. Charles E. Johnson, New York State College of Forestry, Syracuse University, who has published a bulletin on the study of muskrats in New York state.
In reading Paul Chandler’s suggestion in the July Outdoor Life, relative to sulphur killing ticks, am inclined to think there is something in it. In the winter of 1864-5 we were living in southern Oregon, and being new to the country, were much surprised as well as worried to find our horses covered with ticks.
Note.—We are indebted to our good friend, Capt. J. P. Hubrick, of McCarthy, Alaska, for the following vivid description of a fatal encounter with a hugh Alaskan bear, in which James Orr and the bear were killed and C. E. Bryan lived to tell the story. Captain Huhritk is personally acquainted with Mr. Bryan, who is well and favorably known around Katella, Cordova and other Alaskan coast points, and vouches for his integrity in every detail.—Editor.
A friend says, “Why do you use such a title as that?” That’s easy. Every time I tell these stories some tenderfoot who has not hunted for sixty years looks at me as much as to say, “I’m something of a liar myself.” Why should a man lie? He could not conceive such happenings.
The enclosed clipping describes some deer tragedies in the Pennsylvania mountains, which I thought, might be of interest. Bears and wildcats are also to be found in the timbered regions of the eastern highlands, even to points within 100 miles of New York City.
Am enclosing photo of a wild “tame” coyote that had gotten away from his owner last winter and survived for two months, until my brother caught him one night with my dogs. There was an article in a fairly recent issue of Outdoor Life as to how coyotes that had been injured survive their injuries and regained their health.
"PROTECTION from the winds and exposure to the sun is what is necessary in your winter pens. There should be some overhead sections so that a part of the outdoor pen will be dry during long rains; wide boards set sloping here and there. Also have some sticks, stalks, or roots down so that the upland birds can keep their feet dry; pine needles, leaves or straw make for dryness, as will chaff.
SUBSTITUTE foods for foxes are dangerous, for fox food should be as natural as possible. Substitute foods for beavers is a possibility that cannot work harm to the animals’ constitutions, but for foxes it is very risky. Foxes are nervous and very sensitive and their digestive ability is rather on the weak side.
Dogs! How impossible it is not to love them! I admit there are two points of view about cats. There are people who love them and people who hold them in total obhorrence. But as to dogs, I have never learned of the existence of more than one opinion about them.
Fifth Annual Field-Trials, English Springer Spaniel Club of Canada
THE PUPPY STAKE
Distemper Fund a Worthy Cause
The Canadian Springer Spaniel Club’s Field-Trials were held this year near Netley, about 45 miles north of Winnipeg, Man., on September 27. For the fifth consecutive year the judges were F. Freeman Lloyd of New York City and Wm. McCall of Winnipeg.
Am located near Weed, Calif., which is a pretty good rattlesnake country, and would like to get some information on the treatment of snake bites. Could you give me some information along this line? Doesn’t the Interior Department of the Government publish a bulletin on this subject?