AN unusually worth-while story of Kodiak bear hunting on the Alaska Peninsula, in which the author and his two companions, after many hardships, finally succeeded in bagging their limits—beautiful trophies all. It is one of the most interesting bear hunting stories that we have published in a long time, because of its general literary merit, well-handled description of the northern hunting country, and the many thrilling adventures experienced on the trip.
Vacation days are entrancing when the trip is so arranged that diversity of accommodation enters into the arrangement, to the joy of the entire family. Life is truly an adventure into Nature-land when spent in resort hotel, cabin, cottage, lodge or tent in the pine-clad, snow-fringed Colorado Rockies as summer rolls ’round.
They are under-valued by the name. They are really mountains—and the highest in all the 2,000 miles between the Atlantic Coast and the Rockies. And they are not black at all. They are green with forests of pine and blue with spruce and gray with some of the most remarkable and interesting granite formations to be found.
Automobile tourists will have greater opportunities to enjoy camping in New York state’s two-million-acre forest preserve this year than ever before. A few years ago the Conservation Department began the recreational development of the forest preserve land in the Adirondacks and Catskills and has been extending its operations until now it has about two hundred public camp sites dotted over the state-owned land in the two great forested areas of the state.
Good fishing and deer and bear hunting in season is available in an obscure and seldom visited valley in the foothills of the Laurentian Mountains, between the Lievre and Gatineau rivers. The going in point is Buckingham Junction, on the North Shore-Ottawa line of the Canadian Pacific Railway, 100 miles west of Montreal.
People go back to Glacier Park. The “land of shining mountains” finds them unprepared for the mighty array of sheer, rugged beauty created by a prehistoric upheaval which literally piled mountain upon mountain. Scientists tell us that countless centuries ago a great subterranean disturbance caused the earth’s surface to give way here, forming a great jagged crack many miles long.
LITTLE BILL was in trouble. He telephoned me from the ranch demanding my professional services in person, instanter. Nor would he take anything but an affirmative reply to his demand. I found him engineering a disc wheat drill, so wide from wheel to wheel that it was limber, across a vast level unplanted acreage, his brow furrowed much like the ground just covered by had to fulfill it.
I think my sub-head sufficiently explanatory; at least it leaves some latitude for what we may term "romancing," for the lack of a better word. I have again and again expressed my disgust with the modern practical article, a matter of tapeline and measuring-stick, about as attractive as a problem in higher mathematics.
ONE of the most striking facts observed by close students of wilderness life is what is known as “The Balance of Nature.” Left to themselves in a perfectly natural environment, the creatures of the wild unconsciously adjust their numbers to their food supply or to the numbers of their natural enemies.
With bated breath and baited hook We cast out in the purling brook, Then eased down on a half a brick With eyes glued to our line and stick, And breathed a prayer for a bite; That we might rise up in our might And brace our props and give a yank And land that big bass on the bank!
ANNOUNCING THE CONSOLIDATION OF OUTDOOR RECREATION WITH OUTDOOR LIFE
A Combination Which Will Mark a New Era in the Out-of-doors Reading Field and in the Advance of American Wild Life Conservation
JOHN A. McGUIRE
Thirty years ago marked an auspicious moment in my life. At that time j. A. Ricker and the writer stood face to face and shook hands on the project of issuing a national sportsmen’s magazine dedicated to game and fish conservation and to the maximum use of the great outdoors of America by its citizens.
NOT another fish known to our inland fresh waters has attained to so great a fame as the muskellunge, nor has any finny creature had bestowed upon it so many varying and conflicting names. In its day it has been called muskalonge, masquallonge, moskalonge, maskalunge, moskallounge, muskellinge, masquenonge and mascanonga.
WE WERE in a treeless country and the only fire wood was a few scattering willow patches. While the rest of us pitched camp Sport got himself a willow limb, hook and line and went fishing. There was a lot of grayling in the stream, in places, but he failed to get any.
ALTHO' the Cascade Range in Western Washington is jewel set with myriads of mountain lakes, to me after many sojourns into these beautiful spots, hidden from the ordinary motorist by miles of weary packing, I have selected the Lake Snoqualmie country as "the land of my dreams”.
IN THE wooded sections of the United States, particularly in the West and South, there is an interesting and profitable form of recreation often overlooked by the outdoor fan. Like the pioneers, the great outdoors enthusiasts may pit their woodcraft, their skill, against the forces of nature and, if they are resourceful, “live off the country” and make their enterprise pay them dividends in hard government currency as well as in clean, healthful sport.
TWO things in every day American life today “get the goat" of the average long-suffering citizen. One of these is his income tax, if he is unfortunate enough to have one, and the other is casting his vote. I understand they vote in England, too, but I have never tried to do so, and I don’t want to, either, if voting in a kingdom is any more of a gesture than it is in a glorious republic like the U. S. A.
PERHAPS it will not be uninteresting to our readers to once again glimpse a subject of which the true angler never tires. Obviously we can not go into the matter exhaustively; that would require too much time and space, tho we may touch some of the high spots of the very inter esting story.
Late one afternoon last year, I was cautiously casting around the edge of our favorite lake. Darkness was hovering over the tops of the willows, and the long shadows began to reach for me, out over the glistening waters. It looked very much as tho I was thru for the night, and I hadn’t had even a single nibble.
I thank Thee, Lord, for quiet, flowing streams; I thank Thee, Lord, for leisure and for dreams. 'Tis good to feel my fish-rod in my hand And bring the shiny beauties sale to land. I thank Thee, Lord, for shady nooks and trees; I thank Thee, Lord, for sunlight and for breeze.
I notice in the March issue of Outdoor Life, on page 42, cut of a cross between eastern brook trout and brown trout with a question mark after the subject, “A Cross?”. The cut does not show the markings of the trout as clearly as I would like for identification, but it very closely resembles the results of crosses between the European brown trout and the fontinalis made here in the East.
THIS is a fish story. When you finish reading it you may brand what I have to say as “just another fish story,” but there are witnesses to these facts. It was my custom to fish northern Wisconsin with considerable luck and much enjoyment until one day a certain man came in to our fishing and hunting club near Mercer.
The Introduction of Migratory Fish Into Landlocked Lakes
W. M. Keil
AT NOT infrequent intervals some new member apparently of a State Fish and Game Department, breaks into print with what is presumed to be an original idea or experiment—that of the introduction of some variety of migratory trout or salmon into landlocked lakes of the interior.
CONTRARY to the beginning of the average fish story, the telephone did not “ting-a-ling-a-ling,” nor did some far-famed angler rush into my den, with dramatic air, exclaiming, “Now is the opportune time to cast for whales.” Instead, my friend Raymond Voigt, engineer on the S. S. Washington, yelled at me from the ferry dock at Rainier, Ore:
Editor Angling Department: I want to build me a rod in split bamboo, the double enamel type mentioned in a recent number of Outdoor Life. Where can I get material to split out? I made some excellent casting rods of Indian arrow wood, similiar to that sent you some time ago, and they were fine, but when I undertook to make a fly rod, it somehow didn’t stand up well.
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 Suggestions and criticisms are invited.
I had spent most of the night in the little thatched hut of the Bastian’s where the mother of the family had presented the proud father with his eighth heir (there is no race suicide in St. John), and had reached my home in Cruz Bay about 2 o’clock.
THE accompanying illustration shows the first fish taken by me to start the 1926 season at Catalina Island, some 23 miles off the coast of Southern California. A 21-pounder is not considered large for a Yellowtail, and the only excuse the photographer can give you is that it is the first one to be taken on the coast with a barbless hook.
JUST when we have made a careful study of our maps and noted the vast vacation region in our country which we have never seen and which an individual could never in a lifetime of travel, along comes an observer who says that— “Explorers lack a new place to go.
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.
HAVE you ever considered the chances you take when you so graciously stop your car on the highway to give a lift to the hiker, bum, road tramp or coast-to-coaster, or whatever you may wish to call him? Millions of cars on thousands of miles of good road reaching every section of the country has created an increasing vicious condition commonly termed ride-mooching.
WHY DO you go on a vacation trip, anyway? Getting down to fundamentals, most everyone will agree that it combines physical and mental change. New scenes, new exercise or unwonted exercise, life in the sunshine and fresh air, broad vistas of mountain, lakeland or seashore, the delightful mode of life in camping out—getting near to Nature, getting away from the city where we have an artificial existence, where everything is done for us and going out where we have to be primitive and even cook our own meals, substituting the cool fresh air from the great silent places for the gas-laden, noisy streets of the city.
This type of outfit is the ideal which camp equipage firms have been working for, as it combines the tent shelter over the double bed and is entirely adequate for all the camp uses of two people. Coupled with its utility in use as a bed and shelter is the fact that the two units make a very neat and compact package for transporting on the running board.
MANY experienced duck hunters, highly skilled in the game, prefer the 16-bore to any other gun for duck shooting. As a rule these men have a gun especially built for the purpose. A few years ago numbers of these guns were built to order by the Parker Brothers, and a few by other factories.
In the last month or two I have read three articles in nationally known outdoor magazines relative to the effectiveness of the new .38 special super-police cartridge. Each article is based upon the premise that a policeman in East St. Louis shot a bandit squarely in the back of the spine.
"DID you get anything”? This is generally the first painful question hurled upon his return 'against the weary, footsore, luckless hunter by the hopeful family chorus. And before he has time to gulp down a cup of stimulating coffee, it is up to him to launch upon the sympathetic but highly disappointed crowd the explanatory details of his crashing thru brushwood and thicket and how he did not get to see as much as the shaking of a deer’s tail, how some other fellows, mostly Indians, got ahead of him and scared off the lucky game.
GUNS seem to be my failing. I can really see more beauty in a real sym-metrical piece of precision than anything I know. I have a Reising automatic 22-caliber pistol which I use a great deal. But I wanted a one-hand gun for target work. I could not afford to pay what was asked for a real good target pistol—something on the “free pistol” style—so I studied the idea of making one out of a single-shot rifle.
Announcement is made of the appointment of F. F. Hickey to the position of general manager of the Savage Arms Corporation, owners and operators of J. Stevens Arms. His headquarters will be in Utica, N. Y. The appointment is in recognition of Mr. Hickey’s long and faithful services in the Savage and J. Stevens Arms organizations.
THE 20-gauge shotgun is again coming into its own. There are many reasons for this, among them being improvements in ammunition which enable the 20-gauge to handle an ounce of shot satisfactorily when desired, the light weight and fine balance of the gun itself, the lighter weight of the ammunition carried for a day’s shooting and the spread of the belief that it is more sportsmanlike to kill your game with a small gauge gun.
PAST issues of various publications have had much to say regarding the ability or lack of ability of Wild Bill Hickok as a revolver or pistol shot. There has been assumptions that he was capable of shooting to an extent that it was not reasonable to suppose the arms he used were capable of doing; others would have it that “Wild Bill” was a dub with the pistol or revolver; but it seems universal among all who have written to be unable to furnish what might be accepted as facts.
I have noted in many issues of Outdoor Life, discussions regarding the use of full mantled or jacketed bullets for use on game and also attempts to make dum-dum or soft point of them, It is well known that the action of the full-jacketed bullet on game is unreliable: at one time it will shock and kill effectually and the next shot will give a clean perforation.
MUCH has been said about barrel vibrations caused by the strain of the explosion, etc., but as yet I have seen nothing about barrel flexibility or the bending or rather springing of a gun barrel from it’s own weight or from the application of outside force.
SINCE so many men these days are using the .30-'06 rifle that there is a great demand for reloading tools and reduced loads. We all like a few light loads to be used around camp, or to shoot a rabbit, or maybe a few chickens. The reduced load for the big gun solves the two-gun problem fairly well.
A friend and I got into an argument as to which powder burns the faster—black or smokeless. Would you kindly settle this question for us? A short time ago I purchased a Winchester 54 Model .30-’06 and am now in some doubt as to what weight and kind of bullet to use for deer hunting.
BLACKTAIL and mule deer are found in various parts of the United States and in the Republic of Mexico. In their haunts north of the border they are being gradually killed out by trophy hunters for the heads and by stockmen and nestors for the meat.
"IT'S A MOOSE!" These words, in an excited tone, were-spoken aloud by our driver, who stopped the truck on the spot. The road gang got out of the truck, to seek closer acquaintance with that kingly, altho extremely shy animal. The moose was calmly eating a forenoon repast of succulent underwater vegetation, standing a foot or more deep in a small pond of clear, cold water about 150 yards from the highway, and apparently unaware of our presence.
He destroys more than a half bushel of bugs each summer; friend of the farmer, fine singer, and game bird par excellence. Once here in millions; now being exterminated each fall by a grand army of fifty thousand men armed with repeating guns.
The last great game country in America is in South Texas. Paved highways make access to these haunts easy and hundreds of sportsmen visit these regions annually. Here amidst mesquite thickets and in the hill country forests, deer and wild turkeys propagate as nowhere else on the American continent.
THE state of Michigan, around Battle Creek, where I am writing this article, abounds in small lakes where wild waterfowl could be bred on a vast scale. I wonder, as I travel about the country, why these lakes are all idle, for they could be made useful in many ways.
CANADIAN muskrat farms are being provided, by a fencing manufacturer, with fences of 1-inch mesh wire, No. 16 gauge, the top of the fence being galvanized steel sheeting 1-foot in width. With such fencing it is impossible for muskrats to climb out of their enclosure and equally, impossible for mink to enter.
YEARS ago when horse-drawn vehicles crowded the streets, dogs romped and played among them without fear and seldom ever suffered any injury from the slowly moving clumsy vans and buggies. The writer vividly remembers one long Sunday trip with a newly painted buggy and a spirited livery horse with which we drove a long stretch of 15 miles and return, accompanied by our big mongrel collie, “Rover,” who kept at a safe distance beyond our range of vision going, but trotted contentedly between the rear buggy wheels on our return trip.
I have a very young police dog who is troubled with worms and I would like to know how to care for her.—B. Jenni, Colo. Answer.—To worm puppies, especially police dog puppies, requires accurate professional judgment to attain the best results, and as you have a number of very efficient veterinarians in your city who could supply the medicine at a very nominal cost, we recommend that you consult them.