Rain Making (and Other Weather Vagaries), by W. J. Humphreys; 157 pages; $2.50 postpaid; The Williams & Wilkins Co., Baltimore. A book of weather follies and fancies, containing an entertaining and instructive account of the attempt to control rain by magical, religious or scientific means.
THERE is a glamor and thrill attached to the hunting of these immense bears of the Kenai Peninsula rivaling that of any other big-game hunting in the world. Dr. Derby, who is well known to the sporting fraternity as a hunter for the larger species of game, and a writer of marked ability, gives us next month an exceptionally fine story of his success in the northern game fields.
Following a thoro investigation of the conditions affecting waterfowl of the Rocky Mountain and Pacific Coast regions covering several months, Dr. E. W. Nelson, chief of the Bureau of Biological Survey, made a most illuminating report at the recent National Game Conference held by the American Game Protective Association in New York City.
EARLY in the year 1925 the writer and his shooting partner, Dr. P. G. Howes, began laying plans for a moose hunt in Canada for the fall of that year. After the usual letter writing we decided to go to northern Alberta and British Columbia and hunt in the country immediately south of the Peace River.
HOW about the fishing in Wyoming?” I asked a veteran fisherman of the West. “Best in the world.” he was quick to answer. “That’s all new country and you are likely to catch a fish most anywhere you wet a line.” “I’ve been told that about other sections and failed to find them so.”
Youthful dreams are growing pains; They make a man Of youth who boldly plots Until his dream’s a plan. There’s manhood in the prairie dream And romance in Cheyenne— City dudes have all stopped growing; The Open Spaces make the man. Hit the sagebrush route to heaven, Sleep-wrapped in a snug, warm sky; Live the dream a canyon gives you— Man’s crude words must pass that by.
SPORTSMEN OF AMERICA, the time has arrived when we must have more action and less talk if our migratory birds — and ducks particularly — are to be saved from complete annihilation. That they have been decreasing in alarming numbers from year to year, and still are decreasing, is an indisputable fact.
THE blossoms of dandelions, wild strawberries and other varieties of flowers were present in the foothills near the Palisades of the Cimarron in northern New Mexico on the morning of April 27. The next morning they were covered with snow, which began to melt away early in the day as the sun shone out.
AGAIN the inexorable, clutching hand of “big business” has reached out and fastened its tenacious grip upon another of our beautiful recreational rivers—the Tippecanoe, of historical fame, crystalline in its clearness, picturesque almost beyond comparison, and certainly one of the best fishing streams in the United States.
WHEN my friend Willis Brandon proposed to me a prairie chicken hunt last fall, little did I realize, at the time, the gratifying and unusual enjoyment I was to have out of the trip. Willis had never shot one of these birds, and I believe his proposal to me was due to the many talks I'd had with him about prairie chicken hunting.
IT’S a long climb from sea level to 11,000 feet, but we made it into the heart of the High Sierras, 400 miles away, in thirteen hours. To avoid the blistering desert heat we made the drive across the Mojave Desert at night, arriving at Lone Pine, 200 miles north of Los Angeles, just at sunrise, and there, within touching distance it seemed, rose above us the mighty peaks of one of the grandest ranges in the United States.
THIS talk of doing away with the six-gun seems to have stirred the animals up a bit, hasn’t it? One of the old-timers dropped into my office the other day and informed me that if the time ever comes when they commence taking up a collection of firearms for the purpose of disarming the public “they would have one h— of a time” finding his gun.
GAME PROTECTION that really protects is so seldom found in the politically-run state game department as to be almost a minus quantity. The sooner our sportsmen and conservationists realize this and begin measures to combat the trouble, the sooner will our wild life receive proper and careful treatment at the hands of the game departments of the various states now so afflicted.
PILES of rock, burned-over bush country, streams, lakes and desolation, with an occasional half-breed Indian, stalk abroad for the benefit of the pilgrim, intent on his search for the old West. That boyhood charm, the hope to view the old West, which has disappeared except in the minds of those easterners who have never been afflicted with the disease, the wunderlust, may be appeased if one will journey to Wainwright National Park, just east of Edmonton.
WE WERE now in the mountains which rose up from the true right bank of the South Fork of the Kuskokwim. We had a magnificent view of the country, and could plainly see where the Kuskokwim came thru the mountain to the south of where we were, and also we could see, just before the Kuskokwim turned sharply to the east, the mouth of the Hartman River.
DOES a moose attack? Does he cease browsing after the futile fusillade of a nervous sportsman and violently attempt to butt the gentleman for disturbing the peace and quiet of the woods, or for any other reason? On a recent hunting trip, my companion, who had not hunted moose before, continually asked me if a moose would “go for” him, as he expressed it.
THE DOVE is not generally considered a game bird, there being many persons who throw up their hands in horror when it is referred to as such. However, since boyhood I have considered it as belonging to this category, consequently have killed a good many of them in my time, and have enjoyed some splendid sport while matching my shooting skill against their speedy flight.
FOR generations the ring-neck pheasants have built their nests in cleared farm lands; first on the barren plains of China, where they brood undisturbed in the open groves in the shadow of the great temples; then on the open moors of England and Scotland, and finally in the cultivated farm sections of our own country.
SOME people would not call this a very pleasant subject, as most weddings are the beginning of a season of grief, nowadays, and custom has made a set of ceremonials of a harrowing nature, tending to create a state of woe in the human breast, when it comes to the subject of funerals.
I stand on mountain-top at night And view the stars, that to my sight Are sentinels that guard the way To Peace and everlasting day. Each sparkling gem that twinkles there Lights us His handiwork so fair; And gazing thru infinite space, My littleness I see apace.
I HAVE been requested to prepare “three or four” papers upon the brown trout (Salmo fario), going into the matter a bit more thoroly than heretofore. I am glad to accede to the request, inasmuch as it meets my own desires, being a lover of the foreigner.
The wife and I are “cranks” about the “real wild stuff,” and we find it for a month or more each year in out-of-the-way corners of the Canadian Rockies. We have for five years eliminated and added on our camping equipment until now we can go for weeks—warm, comfortable, and well fed, with little or none of the “discomforts” which often really mean lack of study and preparation.
OUR Mexican neighbors have a saying that “Altho the baker is dead, we will always have bread.” The same principle applies to one afflicted with “Fishinitis,” if I may coin the word. Outdoor Life brings us its stories of successful fishing trips for trout, bass or salmon, on the cool, crystalline streams of the North, as we bake, broil and sweat under the semi-tropic sun of the Rio Grande Valley.
AFTER one has been “fed up” on the stock stories of the fisherman’s “big catch,” his wonderful skill with rod and reel, and his boast of superiority that makes him truly great as a successful sportsman, it is quite refreshing to find a fisherman who is willing, in fact anxious, to give credit where credit belongs.
DO YOU know how to catch the above fish, brother angler? Of course, most anyone can fish for the little copper-colored rascal, but to transfer them from the limpid dampness to the waiting stringer is a mule of another color; and that’s that, so ’elp me Moses in the cow bushes.
Letter No. 1187—How to Get Trout From Much Fished Streams
Letter No. 1188—Hooking a Worm
Letter No. 1189—Something About the Weight of a Fly Rod
Editor Angling Department:—I noticed recently in The Fireside a letter under heading, “A Machine Wanted to Wind Rods,” and wish to tell you about a rig I use. I think the drawing will make it plain. I use an old cigar box, tho one could well build a more substantial case, especially if tying many rods.
In these columns it is our purpose to mention such angling notions and wrinkles as the makers may send us for examination and try-out. We are simply commenting on new things, leaving the wise angler to determine for himself whether or not they are worth while.
The description of the three-six rod is a rod 6 feet long and to weigh 6 ounces, but its construction is along somewhat different lines from all other salt-water rods. The butt is exactly 12 inches and the tip 5 feet 1½ inches in length. The Catalina Tuna and Light Tackle Clubs have now made optional an all metal butt, consisting simply of a piece of brass tubing with reel bands and whipping, which should not weigh over 2 ounces in order to get the proper proportions and material, together with the usual mountings, into the tip.
I am glad to report that the damage to docks and fishing boats during the recent Miami hurricane disaster was not serious. The walks and rails of all the docks were washed away, but piling and stringers were left in such good shape that it was a small job to make repairs.
The fishing at Miami for big-game fish of the ocean is divided into two main classes. There is the blue-water fishing outside the reefs. This will give you sailfish probably; bonita, barracuda and dolphin surely; and a chance at some of the rarer fish of the stream, possibly, such as the wahoo, striped bonita or tuna.
Salt-water fishing is increasing in interest every year. Starting on the Florida coast, Catalina Island and along the Gulf of Mexico, the sport extends to Nova Scotia, the Jersey shore and other places on the eastern coast. Wide popularity for deep-sea fishing is forecast, as it is the only branch of outdoor sport that still offers virgin fields to the enterprising pioneer.
Here’s a weird one: I was sitting on the dock when Jimmy Jordan came along. Jimmy is the man who invented cotton thread fishing, which means fishing for game fish with a line composed of a No. 24 cotton thread. It is possible to do this. When the fish makes a run you let him go on the cotton thread, and you lead him back when he is ready to come.
MOTOR travelers coming to California from the East have a short-cut highway to Yosemite National Park over the Tioga Road, which extends from Lake Tahoe to Yosemite Village. Connecting with this highway at Reno are three important transcontinental highways—the Lincoln Highway, the Victory Highway and the new Yellowstone-Yosemite Highway; and travelers coming in to California over the National Roosevelt Midland Trail or the National Old Trails Road can connect up with the Tioga Road via Big Pine to Mono Lake.
IT MAY be of interest to those readers of Outdoor Life who journey to the South for the winter fishing or duck shooting to know that recently arrangements were made to take automobiles direct to Mustang and Padre Islands on the Mexican Gulf coast of Texas.
The most comfortable footwear ever made are Indian moccasins, as they allow a natural play of all foot muscles. For the hiker they are absolutely essential and on the trail are superior to shoe; any camper should have a pair in his outfit for wear around camp.
The usual screw caps on gasoline emergency cans which most every motorist carries are of tin and soon rust out. Insist on the kind with zinc can and cap. The washer for the inside of the cap is usually of cork, and if rubbed with soap it will aid in preventing leaking.
The main objection to high cut boots has been that it takes so long to lace them up. This is now overcome by the new hookless fastener which has done so much to modernize different kinds of sport equipment. This hookless fastener is simple and dependable; just an easy pull to open or close.
When I “discovered” Maine I was surprised that it held such wonderful outing opportunities within a few hours' run of Boston and New York, where the greatest number of people center in our country. Nature has been most lavish in providing a vacation ground within easy reach.
THE cartridge factories complain that they cannot design a shell to fit all guns because no two of them are bored alike. They are quite right about it at that. All gun companies could bore barrels precisely alike, but they will not do it. All of them have tools for taking the micrometer measurements of barrels, down to one ten thousandths of an inch.
In the September number of your good magazine there is an article by M. M. Conlon entitled, “Praise for the Automatic Pistol,” and from the statements made therein I am afraid that Mr. Conlon’s enthusiasm for the automatic has caused his imagination to get the best of him.
THE arsenal used on the recent successful big-game hunt in British East Africa, in which I was accompanied by my brother, Dr. W. P. Sutton, was largely responsible for the very satisfactory trophies obtained on that trip. It was our original intention to shoot in the N’Goro N’Goro crater, Tanganyika Territory, going in by way of Tanga, Moshi and Arusha, but the untimely death of our guide, Capt. G. H. P. Hurst, who was killed by a wounded elephant on October 2, precluded this, and we organized our safari at Niarobi, the capital of Kenya Colony, and shot along the Nyeri-Non-youki - Iseola - Archers Post - Uaso Nyeri trail, spending about two months on the northern frontier.
If genius is the capacity for taking infinite pains, as has been remarked, then it apears to the writer that there are a number of geniuses, both post-graduate and budding, in the employ of the sporting magazines; men who devote their time and talents to the gun departments, taking infinite pains with the tyros who want rifles which will put all the bullets in one hole at this or that range, etc.
I HAVE been reading various articles on the proper lead on birds in duck shooting, and some of them are somewhat amusing. One writer told of shooting 18 feet above a rising bird. That ought to be allowance enough. I cannot remember of ever leading a duck that far.
SOME time ago one of our crack small-bore rifle shots wrote that when shooting a string of shots or a score it wouldn’t do to get up, to shift the position, or to change the sling. He said that if this were done the chances were not one in a thousand that the rifleman would again assume the precise position that he had before.
It looks like some of your correspondents have gotten all steamed up over the number of glaring inconsistencies and rash statements of various gun authorities, either real or synthetic. I guess in many ways they are right, but their argument seems to me to be a little sour at that.
OCCASIONALLY in recent years we find in our sporting magazines a slight tendency on the part of some enthusiastic rifleman to belittle the efforts of American pistol shots and to criticize their work as not being as consistent as that of their contemporaries who shoot the rifle.
Capt. A. H. Hardy, who has for many years represented the Peters Cartridge Company in Denver, has been transferred to Hollywood, Calif. (Box 245), where he will continue to represent this company in the future. He will have the entire Coast, working for the Peters Company, with the police departments. It is very refreshing news to learn that some good shot with the revolver such as Captain Hardy will be in close touch with the police departments of the Pacific Coast.
A short time back you stated in your answer to an inquiry concerning the kind of rifle your correspondent should use in hunting the game of our country, that you would undertake to kill anything we have to hunt with a .44-40. Now this sounded so sensible that I want to commend your judgment.
Having read of the trouble Philip P. Newcomb had in getting, a ’chuck rifle, would like to say that I have been over the same line of rifles. I tried the .22 with hollow and solid points, but found that they were not good enough, so then tried the .25-20 in the Model 25 Remington, using Hi-Speeds.
A small group of shooters living in Durango, Colo., maintain a well-organized rifle club, shooting indoors in the winter months at 75 feet off-hand. They believe that the training afforded in the off-hand position and the pleasure derived from it are the greatest in all rifle shooting.
More than one million clay targets were pulverized by the trap-shooters who fired in the twenty-seventh annual Grand American Handicap Trapshooting Tournament recently held on the permanent home of the Amateur Trapshooting Association at Vandalia, Ohio.
Prize winners in contest recently conducted by the Remington Arms Company for the purpose of finding a name for its new rust-proof cartridges, are announced as follows: First.—Klcanbore. Suggested by W. A. Robbins, Jonesville, La., and Nelson Eugene Starr, 115 East Lincoln Avenue, Goshen, Ind.
I have read some great discussions in Outdoor Life on high and low-power rifles, as well as high and low-velocity ammunition; also peep against open sights. Now, I am not a target shooter, but only spend a few days each fall in the woods of northern Michigan, hunting for deer, and I do not always bring one home, either.
Will you kindly tell me how the Savage rifles compare with the Winchester and Remington? What do you think of the new Savage Sporter, .22-caliber, as a small-game rifle? Would the .22 hollow point bullet be as effective as the .25-20? I am planning to buy a small-game rifle and want to get a good one.
The Winchester Repeating Arms Company is announcing the advent of two new rifles, Model 56 and 57, in calibers .22 short or .22 long rifle. These rifles are a lighter edition of the well known No. 52 target rifle. They have tapered 22-inch barrels, and weigh around 5 pounds.
The sportsman world was saddened on November 9 by the death of a great fisherman and fishing tackle manufacturer, W. J. Jamison of Chicago. “Smiling Bill” Jamison was a character-figure wherever and whenever he mingled with the angling hosts.
The passenger pigeon (Ectopistes migratorious) was exterminated by the “poultry mite.” This worst enemy of bird life was imported from its foreign habitat about a hundred years ago, and as early as 1860 it infested every chicken roost between the Atlantic Coast and the Rocky Mountains.
One of the great problems that becomes increasingly important is the reclaiming of our streams and lakes that have become the depositories of our filth and the protection of those waters that have not yet become contaminated. We glory in our great industrial system, in the rapid expansion of our cities and towns, the beautiful buildings, the fine homes, the splendid highways.
Enclosed you will find two clipping from the Tekoa Blade, one a week later than the other. I get a good kick from the hunt stories in Outdoor Life, and this one from so near home makes me feel that I should pass it on. Lovell Butte is on the Couer D’Alene Indian Reservation (in Idaho), 7 miles from Tekoa, Wash.
As Outdoor Life readers are always interested in bears I thought they might appreciate the accompanying picture of a Pennsylvania cub. This bear, found lost from its mother, was picked up on Kettle Creek, Potter County, and turned over to the state game commissioner.
John M. Browning, the greatest gun inventor of this age, died in Liege, Belgium, on November 25. Born in Ogden, Utah, in 1854, Mr. Browning has the distinction of having climbed from the position of gun machinist and proprietor of a modest gun repair shop in Ogden to the highest place in the realm of gun invention.
At first blush, and without giving any serious thought to the matter, perhaps the natural conclusion would be that, the art and practice of taxidermy is a detriment rather than that which it really is—a decided aid in the cause of wild-life conservation.
WHEN a vixen is infertile it may be that a number of causes combined have caused the infertility. If the animal is not old, if it has not been sick so that it has not been given drugs nor had some serum or other injected into its body, and you know it has not been inbred, then you can look to the food and the environment as the causes that have weakened the animal and prevented it from having young.
An amazing new championship record was established by foxes of the Borestone strain at the recent National Fox Show at Portland, Ore., when Borestone foxes won the Grand Show Championship, Standard Sweepstakes, Black Sweepstakes, Dark Sweepstakes, Extra Dark Sweepstakes, seven first prizes, four seconds, four thirds and fifteen other awards.
SOME game breeders go in for breeding fancy pheasants. The tastes of fanciers are sometimes queer and certain fancy pheasants are threatening, just now, to become a drug on the market. I know one breeder who has bred a hundred golden and a hundred Amherst pheasant cocks; another who has bred a dozen melanotous pheasant cocks.
The silver fox farmer who formerly took delight in saying to his prospects that the “blue fox will not breed in pens” will now have to take his hat off to the Alaskan blue fox. Not only are they breeding in pens in large numbers, but their pelts are becoming more popular every season.
There is an old saying that “You can’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear.” This is so generally accepted as being true that so far as I know no one has ever tried it. In the same sense and with the same fullness of meaning, I say that you cannot produce a show collie in a dirty, ill-ventilated, poorly-constructed kennel.
Seated on thy regal throne in the high heavens, where ruddy Sirius flames; with all the angel pack about thee, running to do thy bidding—St. Bernards and all the other canine saints, collies, setters, mastiffs, and great Danes, dogs who gained heaven through much loving and profound devotion, a noble brood, heroes of flame and flood— Great God of Dogs, look down and hear my humble prayer.
Dea Baldwin of Sturgis, S. D., is the owner of Rex and Jack, two dogs which are a cross between a Russian and staghound and are four years old. They were raised from pups by Mr. Baldwin and have developed into the most remarkable coyote and wolf hunters in the country.
I note in a recent issue of the Outdoor Life that a booster came forth to tell about his airedale as a retriever. He asks that anyone else having such a dog to please let him see it in print. Well, here goes: I hunt a great deal of the time when there is anything to hunt, and as there is usually a good supply of ducks in this neck of the woods, I set about to get a real retriever.
Shipping dogs from one place to another often brings trouble in the way of disease unless special precautions are taken to prevent it. A dog in transit, if well trained, fails to take care of his natural wants while in the crate. Then the trip is invariably a trying one on the nervous system of the dog.
A friend and I have had an argument as to whether a rattlesnake’s fangs are hollow or not. I claim they are and he claims they are not. Who is right? Please straighten us out on this and greatly oblige.—J. C. Swift, D. C. Answer.—I am sending you herewith a small rattlesnake’s fang.