CONFRONTED by the most dangerous fire hazard that it’s had to face in many years, the United States Forest Service asks all sportsmen who live anywhere in the vicinity of a national forest to volunteer for fire-prevention work and for fire fighting this summer and fall.
BORN in Illinois, where “tall corn and tall stories grow side by side,” Joel F. Webber has been lucky enough not only to fish and hunt practically all of his 35 years, but to acquire a wife and children who like to do the same. Mrs. Webber, he tells us, “would rather fish than attend a Broadway first night, invariably grabs off the best of any new tackle, and succeeds in catching bigger fish than I.
Vacation Industry Necessary, Says Michigan's Governor
Maine's Fish River Country
Manitoba Invites Sportsmen
Wisconsin Wall-eye Run
Choice Wyoming Fishing
Missouri Trout Streams
Bear, Snow, and Trout
Ontario Lake Trout
Gunflint Trail Country
Oregon Trout Fishing
Maine Brown Trout Pond
Wartime Need for Parks
Ontario Contest Withdrawn
P. A. PARSONS
AMAZING facts department: Jimmy Ellison, cowboy movie actor, once succeeded in lassoing a 28-in. steelhead trout, in Sequoia National Park, Calif. Trout was induced to jump from water by tossing flies on the stream. Feat witnessed by forest ranger, who photographed it, and has the picture to prove it.
ANY SPORTSMAN'S SUBJECT YOU'RE INTERESTED IN? WE PRINT AS MANY OF YOUR LETTERS AS WE CAN
Another Precinct Reports
The Forests for Game
Black Wolf in Montana
Hope This Settles It
Clash of Experts
Good Dog—No Waste
The Old Code
Sticks and Stones—
EDITOR Outdoor Life
My EXPERIENCES with cats would fill your magazine. I became connected with the New Hampshire Fish and Game Department way back in 1904. For 7½ years I was superintendent of the state game farm at New Hampton. I tried to raise ringneck pheasants; my only handicap was cats, mostly the home type.
Does your community need a live outdoors organization? Is your present rod-and-gun group dying of boredom? Here's a stimulating, step-by-step plan for forming a new club—or rebuilding an old one
Angling Committee Program
Hunting Committee Program
How to Form a Club
Improved Sand Spike
Eelgrass Blight Spreads
FRANK J. VALGENTI JR.
THE work of conservation must go on—even if the war forces a curtailment in federal and state programs. We men who have always found our greatest pleasure in the outdoors, anglers and hunters alike, must now put our shoulders to the wheel.
THERE is an old Scottish proverb which says, “Every craw thinks her ain bird fairest.” Now, you take that proverb in its practical meaning and you will get more crows each spring; you will have “crow bait” —and the best kind of all—the little crow which mamma crow thinks fairest!
YOU see, I like redheads,” said Frank Rodgers. “They got more appeal to ’em than brunettes. And, o’ course, blondes are too soft in the head. Here in Pennsylvania, anyway.” The old well-pumper leaned back against one of the huge rocks which lined the river bank near his engine house, and his eye swept the length of the upper Allegheny Valley from White Horse Riffle, where the river roared over a high bar, down to Angel Eddy, where it dropped into potholes forty feet deep.
Two brothers, representing the traditional rivalry of the services, demonstrate that together they're an invincible combination
IRA W. STOUT
"SO THIS is Moonshine Hollow,” said Jimmy as our car bumped along over the mountain trail. “Where quail are as thick as moonshine stills.” “Now, just a minute,” I protested. “I never said that!” Jimmy cast an appraising eye over a ragweed field.
WITH fishing rods, like everything else, affected by war shortages, it will pay you to practice some monkey-gland surgery and rejuvenate the ones you already own. It takes only an evening or two of pleasant puttering to put into first-class shape a rod that, because of accident or normal wear, might be discarded in favor of a brand-new one in normal times.
This tale won't settle any arguments, but there's a moral in it: Never look a potential prizewinner in the mouth
ON THE opening day of the Texas bass season eleven years ago, come May 1, I stayed home. Wandering around in the yard—probably daydreaming about the boys who were out snagging them— I stepped on a rake, and the handle came up and hit me so hard I have listed slightly to port ever since.
Rampaging through the country is a sure way to ruin your chances!
THE worst deer hunter I have ever known was also the most industrious. He was at that time in what is known as “the prime of life,” a husky, stocky, powerful fellow with the strength of a bull and the endurance of a desert-bred mustang. I went hunting with him once—just once —and the experience almost killed me.
She's seventy, and a snowyhaired grandmother, but there are few angling tricks that a young squirt can show her!
MOM and I picked our way gingerly across the loose, treacherous stones of the dam to the water’s edge. It was cold, early spring. The season hadn’t opened on game fish, but I had discovered a productive pocket of bluegills in the deep water, and there was no law to keep us from catching them as long as we could bear the bitter March wind that whipped coldly across the green water.
HAVE you ever been invited to look over a bunch of photos taken by a well-meaning friend, and then listened to something like this: “That’s Jim Jones right out there by the middle of the lake. That’s a raft he’s standing on. He’s fishing—caught some nice ones too.”
Meet the Wyoming "Cowboy," the kind of generous, sporting lad any angler would want for a son
Loons Caught in Fish Nets
THE youngster was so small you’d have had to throw him back if there’d been any size limit on fishermen. He had only about a dozen years and sixty pounds to his credit. And his tackle consisted of two sections—butt and middle—of an old fly pole, some line past the pension age, a few hairs of leader, one fly, one spinner, and a tomato can for worms.
The kangaroo's little cousin won't spring at you like a raging lion—but there are plenty of hazards involved before you can bag him!
JOEL F. WEBBER
WITH the possible exception of shooting tin cans off a back fence, no sport offers less thrills than possum hunting. Perhaps it’s the “occupational hazards” that appeal to the gambling instinct. Let me elucidate: In my boyhood days, when I used to visit my uncle’s farm in the Missouri Ozarks, the nickname “Stinky” probably hadn’t been invented.
TAKE a tip from Jack Lentfer of Livingston, Mont., and don’t go after prairie rattlers unless you’re prepared to keep an eye peeled and move cautiously. Not that Lentfer makes any great ceremony of his snake hunts. Each year when warm weather comes he simply heads out to a favorite coulee where rattlers are thickest and deftly gathers a few for exhibition purposes.
NO, THE young man in these pictures isn’t trying to catch any fish, high up on his city roof top. But as the first warmish days of the year come around, city dwellers as well as their more fortunate country cousins begin to think about the coming bass season, and to wonder if their trusty casting arms are still in tune.
Planning some out-of-state angling trips this year? You can find the kind of fishing you want—at the time you want it—in this comprehensive table of seasons in all the states and provinces. When you’ve located what you want, turn to the Fishing & Hunting Guide for limits, license fees, etc.
IN ALL CASES, THE INFORMATION GIVEN COVERS ONLY THE PERIOD FROM MAY 1 TO MAY 31 INCLUSIVE
DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA
Seasons, Bag Limits, and License Fees
PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND
Helpful Hawks and Owls
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). Black Bear (1st Judicial Division, res. 3, nonres. 2; 3rd Judicial Division, res. and nonres. 3; rest of territory, res. no limit, nonres. 3). Fishing: Rainbow, Steelhead, Cutthroat, Eastern Brook, and Lake Trout, Grayling (no size-aggregate 20, or 15 lb. and 1-fish).
A CERTAIN enthusiastic hunter, newly become a father, celebrated by pumping five shots out of a window with a 12 gauge shotgun. His horrified wife remonstrated with him, but he calmly stated that he just wanted his son to learn the smell of gunpowder at once.
MOST anglers like tackle—perhaps almost as much as they do fishing itself. Yet while a great deal is written about rods, lines, leaders, and reels, somehow other parts of the outfit do not get much attention. So perhaps a candid discussion of some of the things I’ve used would be both instructive to the beginner and interesting to the old-timer.
WHILE resting for lunch, between sessions of fly fishing, it is a good idea to stretch your line between two trees. First with a piece of amadou or chamois rub off the excess moisture, and let dry until you’ve finished eating and are ready to start fishing.
THERE are three big problems that every live-bait fisherman worries about—catching ’em, keeping ’em, and carrying ’em. Not the fish, you understand, but the bait. After the struggles one sometimes goes through nursing a collection of minnows or frogs through a fishing trip, the mere matter of taking fish with them seems nothing at all.
NEITHER of us had fished this lake before, and we were getting a special kick out of playing explorer, looking for the spots around the shoreline where bass might be waiting for our flies. As we rowed around one point, our interest perked up.
THE famous surgeon bent low over the intricate problem before him, his every faculty bespeaking grim concentration. In the crowded years behind him he had performed many delicate operations, but this was something entirely different—a new challenge.
ALTHOUGH most fishing-rod manufacturers carefully warn their customers not to keep rods in aluminum cases for long periods of time, anglers go right ahead and do so, largely because they haven’t any other convenient method of storage.
TO THINKING persons, it seems nearly incredible that we, in an enlightened age and enriched by lessons from the past, should still be so prodigal of our natural resources— resources which, now that we need them, are sadly depleted through our shameful negligence and lack of foresight.
TO THE man who has never tried it, hunting deer on horseback sounds almost as simple as falling off the proverbial log. One simply sits on the faithful caballo, as calm as if he were on a Fifth Avenue bus, and then when the buck comes into view, one shoots him.
WHY is it that so many shooters want to go back to the old guns? I constantly hear of men picking up shotguns—most of them hammer arms—which were made 50 or 60 years ago, and made nobody knows just where. Now, when the buyer has his old gun he immediately wants assurance that it is safe for him to shoot, say with 3¼ drams of powder and 1¼ oz. of shot.
A SATISFACTORY recoil pad for your gun may be made from part of an old kneeling pad of sponge rubber. First, wrap a couple of turns of 1-in. friction tape around the rear edge of the stock, making sure that it comes right to the edge without overlapping it.
ARE you beginning to plan for this summer's vacation? Then plan it around the use of a boat. If you’ve never owned one, or have simply used your craft to fish or hunt local waters, you owe it to yourself to investigate the merits of boating as a sport in itself and a form of recreation, with all the fishing or camping you want thrown in for variety.
Question: I want an inexpensive boat for fishing along the New Jersey shore—say, up to about 10 miles out. I've seen plans for a 17½ft. motor dory, and wonder if this would be suitable. If so, how much would a builder be likely to charge me for it?
FISH make excellent camp meals with a few ifs—if you cook them as soon after catching as possible, if you keep them sweet and clean until served, if you use special measures to prevent bad flavor in certain varieties, and if you serve them in as many different ways as you can.
Baked Beans De Luxe I know three cooks who have made their reputation on this recipe. If they served beans like this in the service, all those old jokes about army beans would never have been started. 2 lbs. Great Northern beans 1 lb. bacon 1 large bottle catsup
THE gent who edits this department is not what the natives call “powerful pious,” but he was brought up on the Bible from the time he was knee-high to a gnat. He earned his first five-dollar bill by reciting correctly the 66 books of the Old and New Testaments in their order, and made most of his gum and marble money by memorizing numberless passages of the Good Book for pay.
Dr. Kinney is glad to answer personally all letters from readers regarding their dogs’ health. It should be remembered when writing him that serious illnesses cannot be treated successfully by a person unable to examine the dog. In such instances, a dependable local veterinarian should be consulted immediately.
Question: What can I do about training a deaf puppy?—J. W. Jr., Calif. Answer: You might try one of the “noiseless” whistles now sold. These give off extremely high-frequency vibrations, too high to be audible to human ears under normal conditions, but dogs can hear them as far away as 200 yd. and perhaps yours would be able to.
SEEMS to me that 70 years ago there were more waterfowl in the country between Chicago and Memphis than there are in the whole world today. To the eye of a small boy there seemed to be millions of ducks and geese, just as there seemed to be countless numbers of the wild passenger pigeon.