BORN in the Ozarks, Logan J. Bennett comes naturally by his interest in guns and hound dogs (or fine pointers). The author of “The Gol-Darnedest Dog” was born and raised in the little town of Festus, Mo., and utilized to the fullest extent his youthful opportunities for hunting and camping in the surrounding hills.
THE month's fish facts. . . Last June lightning struck a large hemlock tree about 150 ft. from the rearing ponds of federal fish hatchery at Cortland, N. Y. Immediately afterward a number of adult trout were seen to be stunned. Some soon recovered; others could not maintain equilibrium, and swam with tails out of water, heads downward.
ANY SPORTSMAN'S SUBJECT YOU'RE INTERESTED IN? WE PRINT AS MANY OF YOUR LETTERS AS WE CAN
Super Trout Streams
For Fancy Twitching
We'd Rather Stay Lost
Tackle Too Efficient?
More Deer Dope
Noise Just Scares 'Em!
No Blackbird Pie
Another Washington Agency?
Talk About Men Cooks!
EDITOR Outdoor Life
REREADING Allen Parsons's article, "Can We Save Our Trout Fishing?” I am convinced that he has correctly stated the situation. Heavy stocking of easily reached streams is certainly not the answer to the trout problem, because, as Parsons says, these streams are fished out within a few days —long before the trout become accustomed to free water and learn how to put up a fight.
HOW much lead can a big grizzly hold? Well, the century-old hunting annals of America have many accounts of grizzlies that were torn almost to pieces by bullets, and were still able to charge and destroy. Veteran hunters agree that grizzlies take a lot of killing, that they are our toughest, most dangerous big game.
MY CONGRATULATIONS to you on your courage in printing Allen Parson's splendid piece on the predatory house cat—the best job on Wildlife Enemy No. 1 that I have ever read.—Corey Ford, Freedom, N. H. The article “The Cat” is true in every detail.
WELL," Mac said glumly, "if they won't take wigglers maybe they'll take grubs." But the tone of his voice indicated no great hope. He hauled up twenty feet of synthetic gut from the black water. Near its end, two split BB shot were attached and just below the BB's the outfit terminated in a No. 12 eagle-claw hook.
Now the skies were as Solon Gibbs had said they would be. Fifteen minutes ago, there had been weaving lines of geese, and ducks that came downwind like screaming shells shot out of a cannon. Two big greenheads had almost sat down in our laps. But now the blooded rim of the sun had swelled out of the marshes, the opening gun had cracked like the flat bark of a cap pistol, and every feathered son of Anatidæ in that part of North Carolina had gone back to open water with the precision of a homing fleet.
MY ACQUISITION of Pete had a slight tinge of intrigue. I had just recently been employed by the Iowa Fish and Game Commission and placed in charge of quail management. A good many of the old-time wardens with whom I was to work had a hidden feeling that the “young squirt” was in some way their superior, and thus I was treated at first with great reserve.
ARGUE with a Sheriff if you wish. I did—with the Law of Saguache. “Honest, Slim,” I said, “I ought to hit for Denver at daylight tomorrow, and not a minute later!” Slim looked into the crackling piñonwood fire and said, soft-like, “Well, stick around and we'll get some pheasants tomorrow morning.”
FIRST time my Agatha r'ared up and barked at an antelope, that antelope keeled over dead. You see, Agatha is my old flintlock Kentucky rifle. This is the story of her pronghorn hunt. For quite some time the Game and Fish Commission of the state of Arizona had felt that one of its antelope herds had increased to a point where the ration of bucks to does was all wrong.
A TOUCHING STORY OF TWO VETERANS— AND THEIR FINAL FLING IN THE WOODS
THOUGH my father had, throughout his long and active life, little occasion to consult a doctor, and though he hunted until his eighty-second year, there came a day when it was necessary to call in a physician for the old gentleman, and this heartless and tactless man told my Colonel that his hunting days were over.
BOULDER DAM'S gift to bass fishermen now is known to virtually every angler in the United States. Even those who have never fished Lake Mead, world's largest man-made lake, created by the damming of the once muddy, turbulent Colorado River, have read of giant largemouths from the vast body of water—fish that have run away with all the prizes for that section of the country.
"LONG JOHN" Martin slammed on his brakes, ducked from the patrol car, and was in our city room in about three strides. “Stop the presses, you fellows!” he grinned. “I've got real news for your readers. The chief says the bird season will open after all—for a while anyway!”
When the fury of the 1938 hurricane had subsided, New Hampshire soberly surveyed the terrible havoc that had been wrought. For one thing, a great section of its far-flung woodland had been ripped and torn into an almost impenetrable chaos of down timber.
WER-WOLF—Wer-tiger! From the mountains of central Europe, the snows of Siberia, the forests of Africa, and the jungles of the Far East, down through the ages have come folk tales of men and women who—through the agency of the devil—are doomed to lead a dual existence, sometimes as human beings, sometimes as predatory animals.
Little Cooking Secrets that Make Game the World's Best Food
LOOKING at it from a mere dollarsand-cents standpoint—and any true sportsman will jump down your throat for doing that—game is by far the most expensive food that enters your home. Of course, there's nothing you can do about that. When friend husband comes in and dumps pheasants or grouse on the kitchen table with a proud smile—or points out the window to a fat deer on the front fender of the car—you have to act as happy as if he'd picked up a well-stuffed wallet in the street.
Lady Patricia, an Idaho Irish setter, performed a feat as remarkable as quintuplets in a human family by producing these eighteen living, healthy pups. Nursed in shifts by the mother and by bottle, all were going strong at last reports. Dog authorities say it's the largest litter ever known to outlive one week A stone quarrier on Clarks Island, Me.
THROUGH Eagle's Nest Pass into the Wildhay River Valley ... the names alone suggest wild, beautiful country packed with big game! And rightly so, for caribous, bears, bighorns, goats, wolves, moose, and deer abound in this untamed region lying north from Jasper National Park, Alberta.
CAMPERS, hunters, and fishermen who have to tote their duffel long distances are taking more and more to the pack board as a back saver. Adding little extra weight, it takes the load off your spine and spreads it over your whole back, keeps sharp-cornered boxes and cans from digging into you, rides equally well with light or heavy loads.
TO MOST Long Islanders, fishing is a sport for rugged men, one calling for strong, heavy tackle— and plenty of water. I don't think they’d sneer at Lake Superior if the Atlantic Ocean wasn't available at the moment, but they certainly wouldn't consider anything less.
This Shallow Draft Outboard Boat Is a Cinch to Build
ROB F. SANDERSON
HAVE you ever longed for an outboard boat that would run freely under power in eight inches of water? A boat that would navigate shallow sloughs, marshes, coves, without running through your shear-pin supply or making your hands blister on the oars?
Hunting: Polar Bear, Wolf, Coyote, Wolverine. Marmot, Squirrel (no limits). Large Brown and Grizzly Bear (Res.: Admiralty Island 1; 1st and 3rd Judicial Divisions, aggregate 2; rest of territory, no limits. Nonres.: Admiralty Island 1; rest of territory 2).
WHEN a man who likes to shoot a rifle, particularly one of the high-velocity variety, first learns that those bright, shiny cases which he has tossed away without a second thought are as good as new and represent about one half of the dime the cartridge cost him, he is apt to give some thought to reloading.
FOR general big-game shooting, from deer on up, and with a recoil that nobody minds, I do not know of any rifle that quite equals the 7 mm., unless it be the Krag. In effectiveness these two calibers are pretty much the same, and nobody complains about either.
WHAT are the greatest natural living enemies of game and fish? Now, there's a subject which is sure to start a splendid argument in the crossroads store. No two people have had the same experiences and no two interpret what they see in the same way.
YOU might call this a "by popular request" article. A large proportion of the letters I receive from readers ask questions like: "Tell me the baits to use for bass." “Can bass lures be used on trout?” “What's best for muskies?”—and so on. Now perhaps old-timers don't need to be told these things; but there must be many newcomers to the angling game who would like a complete résumé of baits and their uses, and a little clarifying of the subject probably wouldn't do any of us much harm.
THERE are a great many expert dryfly men, but very few really good wet-fly anglers. To fish a wet fly in all the varied ways it should be done to meet different conditions requires far more skill and finesse than the dry fly. There are many who use wet flies; there are only a few who really fish them beyond the one orthodox way which they have learned and mastered.
ANOVICE angler just has to drop a hint that he's going South for a spot of salt-water fishing and he'll find that all his friends are not only old-timers at the game but are amazingly anxious to tell him all about it. Every one of them has a special rig for every type of fish in Southern seas, and they expound on them at great length.
YOU cannot buy a metal boat blindly —any more than you can a wooden one—and expect complete satisfaction. But by choosing intelligently, with your needs and the waters you frequent in mind, you can get a handy, durable craft of metal that will give years of service and pleasure.
SOONER or later everyone who outfits for a camping trip must decide between a sleeping bag or blankets, since these are the two outdoor beds most widely used, and which give the most practical and satisfactory service. Each has its advantages.
TRAIL veterans know that a bucksaw produces firewood more quickly and with less effort than an ax. However, it is a pretty bulky object to take along when space and weight must be kept down. For years I have used my own modification of a bucksaw with complete success.
WHEN Shakespeare's Mark Antony spoke the now familiar line, "Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war," the phrase “dogs of war” was, in all probability, merely a metaphor. If dogs, like horses, were actually used for military purposes in 44 B. C., or even in Shakespeare’s 16th and 17th-century England, no one seems to have recorded the fact.
Question: The lower front teeth of my 6-year-old fox terrier are getting loose and sometimes give off an offensive odor.—Miss E. P., Tex. Answer: Wash the teeth and gums with a solution of 1 tsp. sodium perborate in 1 glass water three times a day, and paint the gums with a 10 percent argyrol solution daily.