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A SPLENDID hunting and conservation story, unique in that both camera and rifle shooting were practiced on the same trip. Dr. Deason and his companions, outfitting at Whitehorse, trekked northward many days, into the game fields of the White River country, and there obtained a goodly bag of beautiful trophies, as well as making good use of the “still” and moving picture cameras with which they were equipped.
FOR the past seventeen years our March number has invariably contained a big-game hunting story by that grand old sportsman, Cyrus Thompson, now in his 82nd year. Again, with his son, he has invaded the mooselands of New Brunswick, where he tramped the wilderness trails with a zest and vigor that would put many a younger man to shame.
Flambeau fishing has for many years been synonymous for the ultimate in vacation desires of the dyed-in-the-wool disciple of Izaak Walton. Retaining even today the romance of the old Indian days, this being a part of the Indian Reservation, it offers as do few other portions of our country, conditions of wilderness life as they were a decade ago, yet readily accessible and “developed” in a sufficient degree to satisfy the creature needs of the vacation man and his whole family.
AND the two of them lived on together, getting crankier and crankier,” drawled on my companion in the smoking room of an Alaskan liner bound for Seward. “Each cooked over his own fire, they was that cranky, and turn about they swept the shack.
IN OUR western rivers the salmon run upstream to spawn—on and up to the gravel beds of the smaller upper streams, or until they are stopped by some obstruction. They beat their way up the swift rapids, jump small falls and flounder thru the shallow riffles until, weak and battered, they are covered with bruises and sores.
AFTER having sat under a leaky_ willow until becoming . thoroly soaked. I at last waded out into the stream. In a short time three nice rainbow lay in the creel, while three little fellows had gone back with a splash. Slowly on up the river I waded.
ACCORDING to my philosophy of life, every man and woman should apply themselves diligenti for eleven months of the year, then play one month, that they may be healthy and happy. Francis W. On March 28th, accompanied by my son, Francis W. Graham, I started for Big Island on the Mississippi River, to fish and hunt wild gobblers for a week with J. A. Jones, who worked for some years on my father's ranch near Muskogee, and one of the best hunters, and surest shots, I have ever known.
"WE’RE OFF,” was the shout from four ever hopeful hunters as we drew away from the front of the Main Street dry goods store where Fred had rushed in to buy a pair of hip boots. I noticed from the car the very cordial farewell given Fred by the proprietor of the store (such as one often sees behind the counter of a pawn shop) when Fred hurried out with the wrapped-up boots under his arm.
AN eminent physician declared, in discussing the origin of medical discovery and treatment, that our friends, the animals, were first in learning the power and efficacy existing in medical art. Dr. George M. Gould, a noted naturalist, affirms that a surgical instinct is highly developed among our feathered friends.
I ONCE wrote a story in which Little Bill caught a large number of most excellent fish. Now Bill well knew that I lied in that story in his behalf— lied like a golfer—yet he swelled up when the story was published and made a regular jackass out of himself.
ONE of the great thrills, while hunting big game in Africa, is the shooting of a lion, considered to be the king of beasts—and there is every good leason to believe that he is. ..Ie, like the natives, is polygamous and very jealous of his wives.
THE Skwentna River was now much lower than when we had come up it nearly two months before, and the water was almost quite clear. We hoped to be able to make the 50 miles down the river to the Skwentna Road House in the day. We pushed off from the landing at 8 a. m., saying good-bye to Ben and Jack Lean with many regrets.
WHAT are to save the sportsmen the great of sport the United of duck States hunting? going What can they do immediately that will keep the present supply of ducks? Some shooters will state that migratory bird refuges is the answer to the question; that with sanctuaries scattered over all the country there will be no danger of wiping out the waterfowl or diminishing their numbers to any great extent.
THE northern and eastern coast of New Zealand has long been known as a place of superabundant fish. Captain Cook one hundred and fifty years ago noted the exceeding abundance of fish of many edible and indeed delicious kinds in these seas, where the numerous large Maori villages on the coast were a testimony to the presence of lavish food supmony presence supplies.
THEY talk about their trips to Africa—or their big game fish of the ocean. Or they tell of the big ones they lost on the White or the Nipigon—or of the Kadiak from the Alaskan coast. Gosh ! How it does thrill us stay-at-homes ! But I’ll wager that never a one of those lucky chaps gets any more thrill out of all their travels to far fishing and hunting fields than one of us derives from the advertising sections of the sporting magazines or from the sporting goods catalogs.
EVER since boyhood days on the farm, and especially since some study of other birds, I have longed for a few days with the swamp birds in their nesting season. Some parts of South Dakota are underlaid with “hardpan,” which surface water does not penetrate.
AMERICAN wild horses, as we know them today, are, for the most part, descended from Spanish stock, brought to our shores nearly four centuries ago. The Spanish horse, in turn, Was of Arabian breeding, and even today, our mustangs, as westerners call them, retain many Arabian characteristics.
TIME was, I remember, when the old grassland streams were crystal clear and so full of fish that it was only a case of tossing a baited hook into the water and hauling it out with a fish. Any old yellow grasshopper—or brown one, just as the case might be—or a frog, minnow, worm, chunk of red meat, or most any handy bug, was the only bait needed.
Backward, turn backward,oh time in your flight; please make’em bite again just for tonight. I've sat on this boulder for sixteen long hours, and baited with crawfish and doughballs and flowers,and minnows and rye bread and liver and bees, and grasshoppers,fishworms and limburger cheese.
TO THE careless observer and angler the brown is quite similar to the eastern brook in likes and dislikes, tho anyone who has made a study of the two fish will tell you they are utterly different. I have come to believe that I can distinguish a brown from the manner in which it strikes at a fly on the surface, or takes a worm on the bottom; I know it fights differently from the brook or rainbow.
In the August issue of Outdoor Life there is a letter (No. 1148) containing inquiries on the subject of double-built rods, followed by your very able reply. In your answer you invite comment upon the subject and, no doubt, your invitation has brought forth many interesting and instructive opinions, to which I beg leave to add my own.
Where the St. Lawrence River starts broadening out at the Long Soo Rapids at Cornwall, Ontario, for 32 miles down, or I should say flowing toward the Atlantic Ocean until it reaches the Lachene Rapids, the St. Lawrence is known as Lake St. Francis, it being about 32 miles long and some 6 miles across at its widest part.
The fishing bug gets in our head— We grab our trusty spade And rustle up an empty can, And in the back-yard glade We grub around and throw up dirt, And door knobs, glass and brick, In nervous haste to get some bait, And beat it to the “crick.” We sprain our ankle, back and flues, And blister up our mitts, And wilt our collar, shirt and socks, And froth and growl—have fits, And tear out craters in the sod, And pile up dirt “for fair,” And find a couple scrawny worms, And sob and rend our hair.
Editor Angling Department:—To what birds would you recommend me for fly-tying material? Costs so much to buy of dealers.—B. N. K., Chicago. Answer.—Almost any bird will supply feathers. If you can get hold of an English pheasant you will find some very worth while feathers, browns and greens; in fact, one can produce some wonderfully attractive and taking flies with nothing but a pheasant to work with.
In these columns it is our purpose to mention 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.
If you go down the west coast of Florida from Sarasota to Fort Meyers you are bound, sooner or later, to hear somebody mention Casey’s Pass. Then, if it pleases you to inquire where or what Casey's Pass is, you will be stared at rather pityingly and told that Casey’s Pass is the best tarpon fishing ground in Florida if not in the whole country.
The companion you choose can spoil a day’s fishing and turn a pleasant trip into a wretched wrangle. So can the guide, who is certainly your companion—and a most important companion. He is more important as a companion, probably, than the man you take along.
ONLY a very few years ago the great open spaces were wrapped in solitude, remote, inaccessible, seldom visited, virtually unknown. Camping out was the recreation of only a comparatively few sportsmen. The automobile coming into general use changed all that.
“FIVE days nearer between Florida and the Central West” is perhaps the chief feature of the Florida Midwest Highway. Distance and surface conditions are primary considerations when planning a trip. Essentially the road to Florida will interest most people, not so much from the standpoint of scenery and camping conditions en route, but as a good roadway over which the traveler may quickly reach his goal, as the tour is usually made late in the fall or early winter and a quick transition from the colder to the warmer clime is essential.
People are apt to be careless in the care of the car battery on a long tour, not adding distilled water when it is needed and not cutting off the charge on the road when making a long drive. Some cars automatically take care of this so that when running at a certain speed the charging current is full and at a higher speed it turns back to a lower charging rate so that there is little danger of burning out the battery.
FIVE years ago the City Council of Seattle voted $20,000 to equip a large area overlooking Green Lake for a municipal auto camp. With the aid of the Chamber of Commerce the Council set out to make it one of the finest auto camps in the west and they succeeded.
Making your own equipment for the different kinds of camping is an interesting handicraft and it goes a long way towards keeping the vacation expenses down to a minimum. We have an expert who has worked out a series of blue prints showing plainly how to make many useful camp items at home, and each of these blue prints is accompanied with printed instructions giving every needful detail in construction.
Radiator covers to control the amount of cold air rush thru the openings of the radiator in winter weather is a decided help in preventing freezing; the use of alcohol mixtures with the water is safest; a good stunt which will prevent freezing in cold weather is to reverse the motion of the fan by crossing the belt that runs the radiator fan, thus forcing the warm air from the engine thru the radiator.
“LOG cabin days!" What genuine outdoor lover has not looked back with supreme joy to such a home in the wilderness? Representing a bit of civilization in the forest primeval, it exactly fits into our ideal picture of real vacation environment.
It is refreshing to note the interest that we Americans are taking in skiing instead of hugging the fire on winter days. It is an ideal sport and has been popularized largely by the manufacture, in this country, of proper ski equipment. A type of ski used by many championship jumpers, and which has been used by Anders Haugen in attaining two of his world’s record ski jumps, is shown in the illustration.
THIS chapter is for the benefit of the man who is desirous of selecting the very best factory load for his gun. No two factory cartridges of different makes are going to shoot precisely alike, tho they may purport to contain exactly the same amount of powder and shot.
I noticed in recent issue of Outdoor Life, a comment on cleaning rods for rifles. I have been using one of the following type, in different sizes for different rifles, for several years with satisfactory results : Buy a 3-foot length of drill rod at the nearest hardware store.
In the November issue of Outdoor Life, W. M. Haight, of Washington states that he desires a .22 cartridge in center-fire with a copper jacket, loaded with a specially made powder, the cartridge to be loaded in three sizes, similar to the present short, long and long rifle, but to have both soft point and full metal jacketed bullets instead of the regular lead bullet.
reply to my inquiry concerning the .270 Winchester rifle was very good, and the sanest criticism I have read with reference to the three new bolt action rifles. My rifle is just as it came from the factory and there are only a few bright marks on the bolt showing where it rubs in operation.
In accordance with a letter from the Ithaca Gun Company, we are making the announcement that Ithaca 10-gauge guns are chambered for 2⅞-inch cases, not for 3-inch. The 2⅞-inch is now the standard 10-bore case and it will hold all the powder and shot necessary for these big guns.
SMALL-BORE rifles adapted to hunting are so numerous and are made in so many calibers that the subject outlined above could include almost an endless amount of information. When the Department Editor wrote asking for an article on this subject and suggested that I include a description of all makes, calibers and models of guns adapted to small-game shooting, and that I give the weights and styles in which each of these are made, he practically tied me down to a listing of existing equipment.
IN the good old days when friendly disputes were settled at 40 paces, the individual concerned had little choice of weapons. Some friend volunteered the use of a brace of muzzle-loading stovepipes and the contestant winning the toss had a fifty-fifty chance of picking the best one of the two.
In order to get the best results from a 12gauge, that is, the longest range, is the long chambered 12 best? Will it shoot closer patterns. Will the 2 ¾-inch shell work well in the long chamber? Will the long shells give good patterns in a standard 2¾-inch chamber?
A great deal has been written on conservatioin of game, with Federal, state and privately owned game preserves. Laws have been enacted thru the efforts of the better class of sportsmen, with the result that game bas been on the increase, and the game hog rapidly going into bad repute.
Your editorial on “Our Vanishing Ducks” is the finest Christmas gift that the wildfowl of America ever received. I thank God that your life has been spared for this last fight to save the remnants of game and sport. We are up to the Gettysburg of our feathered game and the mixed bag combine of enemies in Congress is fiercely determined to beat our Copeland bill.
Thinking it might be of interest to you, I am enclosing picture of a Hudson’s Bay moose head, which I have just mounted. It was killed by a party from LeMars, Iowa. The antler spread measures 56½ inches, and this was considered the prettiest head ever shipped out of the Hudson’s Bay country, the frontal being very massive and turned up.
I have been a reader and admirer of your magazine for several years. It always contains interesting stories, and advertises a nice lot of things for sale, but I would like to know why some of the Northwestern people do not advertise their farm lands and summer camps in your good publication.
It sometimes happens that in an unpremeditated way we discover a new use for an old article that adds to the pleasure of our days afield, and then we wonder if some other sportsman has ever thought of the idea, and if he has not, would he appreciate our putting him on to what we consider a good thing?
I want to express my delight in your editorial concerning state sanctuaries in the October Outdoor Life. The facts which confront us are that we have less birds to shoot and a greater number of hunters to shoot these birds. When we are informed with pomp and alleged deliberation, said to be necessary to ascertain the exact conditions, that our water birds are increasing, it is time to act and act quickly, particularly when this statement is made the basis for no action looking to bag limit reductions.
Could you place me in touch with some party or parties contemplating a big-game hunt in Africa or some other foreign country? Am very desirous of spending a few months or the necessary time on such a trip.
The cat in the accompanying picture was killed about 30 miles south of Sao Paulo, Brazil, and is a very good specimen of the small jaguar. A friend has the skin of the large variety which measures 9 feet 2 inches. We also have the puma of North America, slightly changed, and a black jaguar, the latter being quite numerous.
The following article, entitled “Greyhound is Fastest Living Thing,” appeared in our November number: The greyhound outspeeds all of the other dogs and so to him belongs the honor of the speediest of all dogs. The world’s fastest runner, Charles Paddock, ran 100 yards in 9 3/5 seconds.
I WAS asked recently about the relative speed flights of various breeds of ducks and geese. Now, there is no positive data obtainable from any authority, as nearly all migrating geese and ducks fly south during the powerful north and northwest winds.
WITHIN an hour’s auto ride of my place are seven silver fox farms. One of these has 200 animals, the owner breeding them to sell to other breeders. This is an ideal farm ; the soil is very sandy and is well drained because the pens are situated on hills and steep slopes.
WE have just returned from a brisk walk thru the woods and pastures adjoining the river, and the crunch of the dead leaves as the younger dogs trampled thru them seeking a covey of quail or pheasant is still ringing in my ears. Verily a poor man is rich, who has the companionship and affection of a good hunting dog, or richer, as was I, if a devoted matron and her litter of vigorous young Llewellyn setters help brush aside our worldly cares and express the full joy of life and beauty of nature.
OURS is an age of money making specialization. Any man who presumes to enjoy a hobby other than one which tends to make money directly or indirectly is often looked upon askance by the majority of his fellows. This is most truly applicable to the man who fancies a dog or many dogs.
Beginning with our September number, and in succeeding issues, Outdoor Life extended an invitation to its readers to contribute to the Distemper Fund being raised thru a national campaign by the American Distemper Committee. The following donations, which have been duly transmitted to the committee in charge, are gratefully acknowledged :
My 5-months-old Scottish terrier becomes constipated very quickly. I noticed him drag his rectum along the ground after stool and I wonder if worms could cause constipation. I wormed him two weeks ago and he had very few of them. He looks very well and seems to feel fine, hut I cannot understand what causes his bowels to become dry.
I have read your “Snake Lore” column for about a year. To me it is of great interest, as I collect a great number every year. I am a boy of 16, and am now taking a course in natural history which will be completed in four years. So for this reason it would be of great help to me if you would sell or trade snakes with me.