W. R. E., ORE.:—I am acquainted with surf fishing only in Clatsop County, so this reply, you must understand, is intended simply to cover that territory which lies in the most northwesterly part of the state of Oregon, Clatsop County. Being a resident of this state, I assume that you are somewhat familiar with the general history, geography, and economics of this part of the state.
IT CAME to pass that in the twilight of a September evening we hazed a string of packhorses down the west slope of the Kenai hills and made camp at nightfall in a grove of tall cottonwoods on the bank of the Chickaloon River. There were three of us, Gunn Buckingham, a sportsman from Memphis, Tenn.; Rolland Osborne, seventeen-year-old combination cook and wrangler; and myself, the guide.
AS A spectacular performer the sailfish needs no endorsement or testimonial. He offers in abundance all the elements that go to make the taking of a game fish a memorable event. Of impressive size, fastidious in the matter of bait, not too readily hooked, possessed of amazing strength, high speed and unbelievable endurance he is, above all, one of the most consistent of aerial contortionists.
THAT something was decidedly wrong at the Battle of the Little Big Horn, has long been known by students of frontier history, and suspected by many who have only a casual interest in the facts. Almost every conceivable theory has been advanced to explain how the crack Seventh Cavalry, Custer's carefully organized Indian fighting unit, could go down to defeat and everlasting fame, at the hands of an enemy no more formidable than any they had encountered before in eleven years of Indian campaigning.
Editorial Note: We are glad to present herewith, for the first time in this country, officially measured record heads (ten of each species) of all important American big game. They are taken from “Records of North American Big Game,” edited by Prentiss N. Gray, under the auspices of the National Collection of Heads and Horns, New York Zoological Society.
A Fishing Tale Well Calculated to Strain Credulity to the Breaking Point
P. Allen Parsons
OF THE angler they say “the truth is not in him.” It is a little bewildering to consider that the gentlest and most lovable of out-of-door sports brings to those who practise it such low opinions as to their truthfulness. A golfer gets off a drive straight down the fairway and the ball, with the speed of a bullet, cuts down a swallow in full flight.
JUST by way of pretending to be scientific, we will mention that squirrels belong to the order of Glires, rodents. Of the rodents there are many families, squirrels, rats, mice, beavers, gophers, hares and rabbits, not to mention prairie dogs and woodchucks.
A Sequel to ".Man-Eaters of India"— Presenting a Quite Different View-point of Asiatic Shooting
George F. Waugh
THE apparent first essential to a day’s shoot in India is a tiffin basket. The British and especially the Eurasians (those who are born in India of European parentage) first think of taking all the comforts of home, the game being secondary.
Excerpts from an Address Delivered Before the 19th American Game Conference
THE grazing situation in the West, especially as it affects big game on the National Forests, is quite complicated, but that is no reason why the lay sportsman cannot acquire a knowledge of some of the more obvious relationships. Allow me to preface what I have to say by pointing out that when the National Forest Service entered upon the scene in 1905 game of all kinds, particularly elk and deer and bighorn sheep, had been decimated almost beyond comprehension in such a typical Western state as Colorado; and under Forest Service supervision the game has shown a decided tendency to increase.
Third of an Extraordinary Series by the Greatest Modern Master of the Revolver
THE psychology of aiming is not only a term, but a type of concentration of which many shooters have never heard, much less practiced with deliberate intent. And for the very best work that is in a gun or a man nothing is more vital, nothing more important, than the attitude of the subconscious mind at the instant of firing.
GOING out to lunch the other day I bumped into Chet Hammond. Like most of the Cambridge Kiwanis fellows, Chet is an ardent fisherman. And I had heard that he connects. I asked him how fishing had been lately. “Pretty good, Doc,” he smiled, “I got six last Saturday, fair pickerel.”
Heinie Plum was an Indian guide And he lived with his squaw Marie In a neat little shack at the side of a lake Far up in the North country. One night Plum paddled in frantic haste And fetched a neighbor's wife. When the sun rose over the little shack It sheltered a new-born life.
HORACE ALBRIGHT, director National Park Service BROOKE ANDERSON, ex-president Campfire Club of Chicago J. P. CUENIN, journalist ARTHUR F. FORAN, vice-president More Game Birds in America SETH GORDON, president American Game Association HARRY B. HAWES, United States Senator ALDO LEOPOLD, in charge of the Game Survey JACK MINER, bird conservationist EDMUND SEYMOUR, president American Bison Society
SUNDAY evening, December 11, marked the fourth day of sub-zero weather, weather that for severity equaled or surpassed any in the memory of even the oldest residents. At 4 o’clock the waters of Upper Klamath Lake (Oregon) were open except for a few hundred yards along the shore.
BY ORDER of W. T. Cox, Minnesota Commissioner of Conservation, a large area comprising about twelve townships north of upper Red lake has been set aside as a wild-life refuge or sanctuary. The order was effective November 1. This refuge is designed, first of all, to preserve from extermination the only band of woodland caribou in the state, in fact, the only remaining animals of this species in the entire United States.
Mr. J. B. Putnam's idea of the cessation of the purchases of all fishing and hunting licenses, until legislators can be made to see the light is good, even if OUTDOOR LIFE does not indorse it. I have long had this in mind as, in the Kansas Forestry, Fish and Game Commission reports, I noted the sums diverted from the license fund for public amusement places, swimming pools, public camp grounds, zoos and caring for animals that have no place in American game.
I have just finished reading your editorial, “Shall It Be Baiting or Feeding?” in the February issue. I hunt along the Illinois River from Bath to Beardstown, in what is probably the most heavily baited region of the Illinois valley, and I heartily agree with your views.
IT IS NOT the purpose of this article to deal with the scientific or entomological side of nymph fishing. The average fisherman, and it is for just him that this is written, does not wish to burden himself with data concerning the proper names of ephemerida, imago and sub-imago stages and what not.
NOT LONG ago, when I was fishing for bass most unsuccessfully on a stream that was new to me, I splashed onto a country lad who was having as much sport as I was having trouble. He violated most of the time tested rules of fishing with impunity.
ONE TIME when I was starting out in this game of artificial bait fishing I saw a lesson in perseverance very plainly illustrated. It was a cold, raw day in the late fall and I was passing up a good fishing river in a row boat, trolling for wall-eyed pike.
I have read with considerable interest Mr. Robinson’s notes in November OUTDOOR LIFE regarding effect of weather on success in bait casting for bass. I know little about river fishing as all my bass fishing is done in lakes (for large-mouth bass) and from a boat, casting the shore line only.
WHEN a rod ferrule gets worn so that it will not stay together and you need the rod at once use a hot soldering iron and some acid-core solder. Put a thin coat of solder on the brass part of ferrule then take a small file and smooth down the solder until the joint fits together tightly.
Last summer I went to the Ozarks to fish for bass and other game fish. I have a rod and reel that is hard to beat and knowing there were bass in the Osage River I fished and fished, using all the lures I had with me and never a strike. Then I thought. I would use a hook and line and live minnows.
THAT mounted moose head, mountain lion rug or stuffed eagle cost you plenty of time, trouble and money before it was secured and finished ready to display to your admiring friends. Like all possessions that have both monetary and sentimental value, hunting trophies require a certain amount of regular attention.
THE “happy-go-lucky” sort of fellow who crams a handful of matches in the first convenient pocket when he starts on a hunting or fishing trip, with no other protection for his fire-sticks than the_ cloth of his coat or trousers is apt to go without a fire if he gets caught in a storm.
“A FINE way to economize in these trying times is to make your home afloat,” says Henry R. Sutphen, head of The Elco Cruiser Works, and President of the National Association of Engine and Boat Manufacturers. “This is no idle theory, but the actual practice of increasing numbers, not only of those accustomed to life aboard ship but others who are acquiring boats for the first time for this purpose.
WHEN the motor in your automobile stops for want of fuel or for any other cause, you at least have four wheels on the ground even though they are not running. When the engine in the airplane stops, you find a landing place if you can, or maybe try the parachute; but you don't just get out and walk.
An Open Letter to Col. Whelen, Anent the .30-30 and the .250-3000
Glen E. Davis
I AM surprised to find that I did not quote Colonel Whelen correctly in my article appearing in the November issue of OUTDOOR LIFE. I had no way of knowing what you were writing in your personal letters, but I have been a close reader of this magazine for a long time, and think I have read all of your writings for at least ten years— including your books.
I WELCOME the article by Mr. Glen E. Davis because it voices problems that I know from correspondence have perplexed some of our readers, and because it also offers an opportunity to give my own views on the matter of deer rifles in a way that I trust will not be misunderstood.
THE GUN manufacturers have been beating time, while waiting hopefully for a change in the times. Probably is none of them have made any money, and they have simply been trying to hold their skilled forces together, content if they can pay their men while keeping losses down be to a minimum.
SOME fancy pistol shots maintain that they can fire five shots from a revolver in one second. A shotgun man doesn't shoot that fast, but is supposed to fire about two shots in a second; that is, the shots, if two are fired, will be a half second apart.
BEGINNERS at skeet shooting, especially those who have had little experience on game, frequently ask how far this or that target should be led. Occasionally an old timer with the shotgun, but a newcomer on the skeet field, will miss a certain bird a few times and then ask how a fellow should hold on it.
I have read with much interest the article by T. A. Latta in the January issue of OUTDOOR LIFE entitled “Are Ducks Dumb-Bells?” In my opinion, Mr. Latta is only partly correct when he says ducks are the dumb-bells of the air, and he has probably started a beautiful little argument which will never be settled peacefully or to the satisfaction of all.
I want to congratulate OUTDOOR LIFE on its outspoken editorials against fake animal pictures. Two of these pictures, “Africa Speaks” and “Bring ’Em Back Alive,” filled me with disgust. But artists who also know absolutely nothing about their subjects perpetrate some ghastly errors.
I read with interest the article “The Goose Complex” by Wallace Fraser in the December number of OUTDOOR LIFE. Inasmuch as I have successfully hunted geese for more years than I like to recall, I might pass on a little dope that will help Mr. Fraser get his goose.
IF THE novice trainer has been successful in applying the precepts as laid down in the earlier chapters he will now be ready to begin with the third period of this system of force retrieving. This, however, must not be begun unless the pupil has been well grounded in those preliminaries.
I was interested in C. E. F.’s question about crossing police and airedale dogs in December, 1932, OUTDOOR LIFE. I had two such dogs and have seen others. All that I have seen were evenly marked dogs, usually with black or gray saddles, black head with brown face and light brown under parts; the ears hung down like an airedale’s, or slightly pricked.
THROUGH the efforts of the American Chesapeake Club, the first demonstration of the utility side of the great American dog, the Chesapeake Bay, was given on the last Sunday of last November. The events took place on the estate of Charles L. Lawrence at Islip, and proved to be the source of considerable entertainment to some hundreds of people present.
I have a spaniel about eightecn He is trained to retrieve and to months old. He is trained to retrieve and to drop when a bird flushes. I have tried training him with a long rope and a spiked collar, but this does not help him much. Advice in this matter would be welcome.