IF YOU’RE wondering how a man happens to be in Iceland (of all places) when the trout fishing is just right, you’ll probably be interested in the route taken by William J. Thompson, author of “Iceland’s Speckled Trout.” Its beginning was in the mountains of West Virginia some 32 years ago when, as Thompson says, he first looked on his beloved Alleghenies.
MYSTERY of the month: Animal definitely identified as blue arctic fox was shot and killed last winter near Columbiaville, Mich., by Arnold Barber, Lapeer, Mich. Migration from usual haunts in far North considered impossible by Conservation Department experts.
ANY SPORTSMAN'S SPORTSM SUBJECT YOU'RE INTERESTED IN? WE PRINT AS MANY OF YOUR LETTERS AS WE CAN
Lazy Man's Fishing?
Snakes in the Snow
There Are Outdoor Girls Too
Spinner and Frogs
Snapping Turtle Traps
Author Says He's Right
Count Us Out
Ounce of Prevention
Thinks Boys Should Hunt
EDITOR Outdoor Life
WITH the work our boys are doing on the various fighting fronts it would be silly to bring up the trite old remark that Americans have become a nation of softies. Hitler and Hirohito had that impression but they’re learning “it ain’t necessarily so.”
FISH ponds, easily and cheaply made, can furnish a lot of sport, now that gas rationing has made “backyard” fishing a choice topic of conversation whenever two or more hopeful anglers get together. The war won’t stop sport fishing—you can wager your pay check on that.
POLAR BEARS SELDOM ATTACK A MANBUT WHEN ONE DOES, SHOOT QUICK!
TWENTY years of hunting North American big game have taught me two facts that, if kept in mind, will practically always guarantee a full bag of better-than-average trophies. One is that any section of country, to produce good animals, must have a plentiful supply of food rich in vital minerals.
Never rate a river as fished out till you try it one last time
Getting Trout Home
GUY W. VON SCHRILTZ
IT’S ALMOST as crooked as Japanese logic, is the James River, a small, swift stream that heads near Springfield, Mo., and runs south through a twisting, turning, gouged-out groove in the ground, through heavily wooded, typical Ozark Mountain terrain.
"BACKYARD!” The word—part of the title of a fishing story—jumped off the page and hit me in the eye. For weeks I’d been hopelessly trying to figure out some way of beating my gasoline-ration card and thin tires so I could get off on a fishing trip.
39 States Join OUTDOOR LIFE Plan to Provide Sport Privileges for SERVICE MEN..............
ROLL of HONOR
THIRTY-TWO states have adopted the OUTDOOR LIFE plan to give low-cost fishing and hunting licenses to service men, by granting resident privileges to men in uniform stationed within their borders! Two other states confer free licenses—and one of the thirty-two may soon do the same thing!
WHEN I was a boy I fell in love with an island, an uninhabited island. It wasn’t Treasure Island, either—other boys could have that. I didn’t care much for treasure; not that kind anyway. My secret domain was Jackson Island, that big, wooded stretch in the middle of the Mississippi to which Huckleberry Finn and the slave, Jim, escaped, according to Mark Twain’s book, and where they lived luxuriously, fishing and hunting until—
Ever wonder why hatchery trout don't have the pep, the vim, the fight of their wilderness cousins? Science, too, has been pondering that phenomenon, but only recently has it wrested the vital secret from nature. Read here how that discovery came about—and why you may soon encounter unexpected fight in a "tame" trout in a restocked stream
EDWIN WAY TEALE
WHEN you hook a hatchery-born trout in the future, chances are there will be more fight at the end of your line because of recent discoveries of science. Mysteries half a century old have been solved in connection with the importance of vitamins in the lives of these game fish.
BEFORE YOU TEACH GREENHORNS HOW TO HUNT, FIND OUT HOW MUCH THEY KNOW!
Texas Turkeys Increase
FOR two days I’d been cramming the art of deer stalking into Ross. Now, apt pupil that he was, he pussyfooted along behind me. Camp lay straight down and behind us, in the bottom of Cougar Creek Canyon. Day was brightening the eastern horizon, but heavy clouds hung low and threatened a storm.
The Platte has everything a sportsman could ask, but she's possessed of moods, too, and it takes a patient angler to figure them out!
"Tame" Bears Dangerous
ED M. HUNTER
A GOOD fishing yarn usually starts with a couple of guys going fishing and ends up with somebody catching a whopping big trout—and that is as it should be. But I often wonder if anybody ever pays enough attention to the river where the big one was caught.
Fifty years of hunting in a great deer state—then a Carolinian meets the biggest buck of all
FROM earliest boyhood days the antlers of white-tail deer have had for me a curious and never-failing fascination. Whenever I heard of a fine head of horns, I would go miles to see them. I have twice seen the National Collection of Heads and Horns; and I personally have a collection of some 300 sets of antlers, most of them taken on my South Carolina plantation, and some of them dating back almost a hundred years.
Naval officers are just like the rest of us when quartered in a country that provides fishing for big ones 24 hours a day
LT. WILLIAM J. THOMPSON
I MAGINE, if you can, a lake teeming with speckled trout, a sun shining on its sparkling surface twenty-four hours a day and a man with a fishing rod. Once you have set this happy picture in your mind it won’t be too difficult to imagine also the strange symptoms which might well beset the man with the rod were he many miles and several naval restrictions removed from the sun, the lake, and the feeding fish.
Take a bag of sand for a sinker, mussels for bait, then toss your line and catch yourself—a shark!
Migratory Rainbow Trout
PAUL W. GARTNER
PERHAPS you too have come to disbelieve rumors of marvelous fishing just over the hill or beyond the next river? Yet, if you had been buying tamales and chili at the cottage of a certain gracious Mexican gentleman on a certain Sunday afternoon, you, like me, might have pricked up your ears and slowly become convinced that this time, just this one time, a tale of wonderful fishing was true.
WHEN Art and Dick were not squeezing rivets at the airplane factory, they were either in Art’s basement hobby room talking guns or in Dick’s attic den talking deer and planning the trips they hoped to take when the rush would be over. “My trigger finger itches,” Art declared one evening.
MEET ONE OF OUR GREATEST AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHERS, A MAN WHOSE PICTURES OF ANIMALS AT NIGHT HAVE WON WIDE CRITICAL ACCLAIM
FOR thirty-five years, Hobart V. Roberts has taken his vacations in the dark of the moon. Each winter he consults an almanac, selecting the most appropriate time for his summer visit to the Adirondack Mountains in New York, a wilderness area rich in game.
ON THE bank of an Ohio creek a clump of pussy willows was breaking into bud. The thickets all around were drab and cold-looking, but the creek that flowed silently beyond the willows sparkled in the morning sunlight and wove a greeting for us as it circled down from a large pool to follow its twisting course through the hills.
Here’s a brand-new way to take that annual trip without using up gas, wearing out tires, or riding crowded trains and buses
WANT to go fishing this summer and not use your car, a train, or a bus? Well, here are a few suggestions. I don’t say they will work for all, but they probably will solve a big problem for many an angler who has time for a vacation but no way of getting to those rather distant spots where he knows the fishing’s good.
IT WAS twilight and the fishermen were straggling in from the lake. Two boats arrived at the dock simultaneously and unloaded their catches. One fellow had a mixed bag of seven good-size pickerel and bass, the other had a few sorry little perch and bluegills.
SOME of the older English books on fly fishing describe rods which would be monstrosities today. Most of these rods were double-handled, though some were single-handled, and Francis Francis in his book on angling states that their use for any length of time was very trying to the forearm.
Question: I wonder if there is any good solution into which I could dip the feathers before tying on the wings of dry flies? I have tried several different methods but the wings still come apart with use or fail to float correctly when they have been put on with a heavy solution.
SNELLED hooks may be more convenient to loop on the leader or line but they are bulky and troublesome to carry as well as quite unnecessary. Loose hooks in various sizes can be carried in quantity without takingup any appreciable room in the pocket.
FIND it hard to keep worms alive and in prime condition on your warmweather fishing trips? Here’s an easy way to solve that problem—permanently. Take an ordinary cheap tin “crescent” bait box and cover it with denim or lightweight canvas, sewed or laced on.
MORE and more shotgun users have became conscious, in the past few years, of the importance of correct stock fit, and when they fail to hit with a new gun they regard its specifications with a bilious eye—and often with justification. Poorly fitting stocks are the cause of more misses in the field than any one thing except the almost universal American yen to own an “all purpose” gun that will kill at 60 yd., even though most game, including waterfowl, is killed within 35.
JACK O'CONNOR’S article, in the February issue, on the problem of properly leading birds with a shotgun, answers some sour questions that have come up in my mind from time to time. I am just an ordinary, grass-roots hunter; I don’t know ballistics from a hole in the ground.
NOW that oars and paddles will be used to a greater extent than before gas rationing, anything that can be done to make them more efficient and easier to manipulate is worth while. But it must be remembered that the model of your canoe or rowboat and the actual technique of your rowing or paddling isn’t everything.
Question: I have a 16-ft. sponson canoe which is covered with more than six coats of paint. I should like to remove the paint and wonder whether it would be best to use a blowtorch or paint remover?—C. McB., Ohio. Answer: If the number of coats of paint you mention were applied at different times, it might be best to re-cover the canoe completely, especially if the old paint is badly checked.
EVEN in normal times it is somewhat of a problem to plan camp menus in advance and then work up a list of foods necessary to supply the balanced, nourishing meals you have planned. This year, with food rationing, the problem will be a little more difficult.
Assemble 1 lb. uncooked spaghetti, 1 large onion, ⅓ lb. bacon, 1 cup chili sauce or catchup, 1 can corn, 1 small can roast beef, and ⅓ cup grated cheese. Set a 4-qt. pot of water over the fire and when it is boiling furiously add a scant tablespoon salt; then break up the spaghetti and drop it into the water gradually, so as to avoid cooling the latter.
ALANDSCAPE artist, who was also an ardent sportsman, visited a Western ranch for a much-needed vacation. Much to his disappointment, he found that the only water, other than a small supply for drinking, was many miles distant. Undaunted, he determined to correct the situation by his own genius.
THIS department carried, in the May issue, a sketchy summary of hunting dogs and hunting conditions in certain parts of the country half a century ago as compared with dogs and conditions in the same localities today. The concluding paragraphs of this write-up stressed the ever-increasing scarcity of most of our native game birds and animals and the resulting change in the tactics of gunners and their dogs.
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.