BRINGING back trophies for the public is S. C. Kerr’s avocation (he’s a lawyer by profession), and it’s a job he loves, since the author of “Brazeau Climbers” is not only a hunter but a naturalist as well. For more than 20 years Kerr has been going out after North American big game: moose, caribou, bears, and wolves in Alaska and the Yukon; mountain goats, sheep, elk, and other game in Alberta; and polar bears and seals in James Bay and Hudson Bay.
LITTLE natural-history notes. When Frank Cvengros, towerman in Michigan’s Ironwood district, climbs to his lofty post a porcupine shows up, climbs after him, spends the day with him on the platform. The prickly fellow apparently has learned towerman’s schedule.
ANY SPORTSMAN'S SUBJECT YOU'RE INTERESTED IN? WE PRINT AS MANY OF YOUR LETTERS AS WE CAN
A Bear Cat, No Less
Wild Bill's Weapon
Add Snakes in the Snow
Next Witness: Mr. Trout
McCarran Bill Protested
Readers Please Oblige
Dropped Shot vs. Chilled
EDITOR Outdoor Life
THESE CHAPS who boast of their prowess as hunters and woodsmen! I mean the kind who, when it comes time to get a buck, trot out their trusty .30/06, or perhaps a Magnum —’scope-sighted, of course—and head for the woods. If they think they’re hunters, even if they bring back the buck, they’re sadly mistaken.
WARTIME BRINGS A NEW CHALLENGE TO AMERICAN SPORTSMEN
THIS is a time when every sportsman should be tough-minded enough to insist on probing under the plausible verbal wrappings in which all proposed legislation and help-win-the-war schemes are done up, to make sure that under double-talk’s deceptive camouflage there isn’t lurking some attempted encroachment on his traditional right to the enjoyment of the sports of our woods, waters, and fields.
STALKING BIG GAME TAKES PLENTY OF SKILL—BUT LUCK DOES PLAY A PART!
Allyn H. Tedmon
"HAS Hawkins ever done any elk hunting?” I asked Chilcote. “No, not that I know of,” Chilcote replied. “He is a darn lucky deer hunter and he has some funny ideas, but he’s all right—you fellows will like him.” Chilcote, Bob, Stinger, Uncle Jimmie, and I were loading gear at the ranch, making ready for the long hard climb to our usual hunting grounds—above Newcastle in the northwestern part of Colorado.
Smallmouths in the Shenandoah, where once Stonewall Jackson played hide-and-seek with the Yanks, play hide-and-seek too
MY FELLOW Washingtonians, who take a perverse sort of pride in the general devilishness of the brand of weather featured by our fair and glistening city, won’t mind my saying that at 2 o’clock that August Friday afternoon it was hotter than hell’s hinges.
A not-so-sad tale disclosing that a cool spot is about all you ought to hunt in an Oklahoma heat wave
BILL giggled. “You look,” she said, “like an overdone hotdog that has fled its bun.” I switched the inadequate little fan to a higher speed and clutched the glass of lemonade my mate compassionately had prepared. “Any such resemblance,” I declaimed, “whether real or fancied, is strictly coincidental.
A BIG-LEAGUER PROVES HE CAN DO MORE THAN PLAY BASEBALL
AS I TURNED my back on the Rogue River early that October morning, I felt, rather than heard, the detonation of a torpedo at sea. The steelheads of that southern Oregon river had swiped most of my flies and ruined the others, so I was heading for civilization and a new supply of lures.
THEY'RE "MUSEUM PIECES" NOW, THESE ROCKY MOUNTAIN BEAUTS— AND WERE THEY HARD TO COLLECT!
Arizona's Controlled Hunting
S. C. KERR
EVER think of beginning a hunting trip in a museum; of studying the animal groups displayed there, in order to pick up some helpful pointers about the country from which they came? Such an idea wouldn’t even occur to most hunters. They are under the impression that museum groups are hit-or-miss affairs, with backgrounds composed of anything that happens to be handy.
THAT graceful, speed-lined, trim-and-trig creature on the opposite page is the true All-American big-game species, the white-tail deer. He covers more territory than any of our other deer, being found in every state with the possible exception of Colorado, Utah, Nevada, and California.
HOPE of public fishing in the future lies in public ownership of good fishing waters and right of access to them. There can be no substitute, in the long run, for such a program. The last issue of OUTDOOR LIFE told in detail of some of the ways in which public fishing has been prevented—even on waters publicly owned—in Michigan.
Having the right lures is not the whole story, says this expert. Learning when, where, and how to use them counts too
John Alden Knight
FOR A WEEK the friendly waters of the Loyalsock had been singularly unresponsive. Instead of the early June fly hatches that set the trout to rising in their customary feeding orgies, low temperatures had so upset the schedule that no fly life was visible over the stream.
ONE DAY two men drove around the end of the barn and stopped in front of a garage-like tile-and-brick building on the Ohio farm of Vernon G. Hershey. "I suppose you want to look at the guns?" Hershey asked, as they got out of the car. Practically everyone who has the navigational ability to find his farm wants to see his guns.
WHY BOTHER WITH 20-INCHERS, WHEN THEIR GRANDPAS WILL PUT A PERMANENT BEND IN ONE'S ROD?
Men Wanted for Motorboat Service in the So. Pacific
THE CHILLY September morning was like a tonic, with the sun pouring long rays over the yellow marsh grass. A flock of geese set the air ringing with their cries as they winged overhead. Homfray and I took an interminable time to navigate the four and a half miles of rough wagon road from the ranch.
When you invite a roly-poly Britisher on a grouse hunt, and he says, "Topping! I'll be chahmed to have a go at the roughnecks," there's no graceful way to back down
Wm. CARY DUNCAN
WE MET at the Lambs Club in New York City some fifteen years ago. He was a pudgy little English actor in his late forties and, like most Britishers who take too little exercise and eat too much beef, had acquired a comfortable corporation and an uncomfortable case of gout.
STALK A BUCK, OR CAST A BUCKTAIL— YOU CAN TAKE YOUR CHOICE IN IDAHO
HEAR that?” Burtt whispered. We were sitting on a hogback, watching an aspen-choked draw for deer. I strained my ears, half hoping to hear the pounding of a frightened buck—running our way. I thought I detected a faint rustling. “Kind of a scraping noise?” I asked. “Yeah. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t my imagination.”
A SKULKING KILLER-FIVE TONS OF FEROCITY-COMES TO A TIMELY END IN HIS OWN MANTRAP
Federal Aid to Wildlife
RALPH J. TOTTEN
WE WERE ANXIOUS to get across the four or five miles of treeless flats in order to make an early camp near the Kafue River, where both wood and and water would be handy. The truck, heavily loaded with camping equipment and food, was bowling along over the open veldt of Northern Rhodesia when suddenly Dave muttered, “Hell!” and slammed on the brakes.
Sign of autumn...This opening-day scene in the grouse country of northern Michigan is a pleasant reminder that the shooting season is with us again. This year many true sportsmen will be unable to go afield—but they’re buying licenses just the same.
NOWADAYS anglers realize, as never before, the importance of making fishline last as long as possible. The best insurance against rot, of course, is to dry it thoroughly after use, by winding it loosely on a large reel, so that air can circulate freely among the strands.
All quiet along the Potomac? Not when Washington's service men and women, off duty, make fishing their objective
LIFE WITH MOTHER-A FLEDGLING PRODUCTION
FROM BLACK CHAINLIKE EGGS TO WRIGGLING TADPOLES
EVERY Sunday about thirty soldiers, sailors, marines, Wacs, Waves, and Spars—wearing uniforms or any kind of clothes they like, as regulations permit—go fishing as the guests of Washington’s Service Club No. 1. Mrs. Alice Prestholdt, a war worker, thought up the idea, put it through, and acts as hostess at the parties.
MANY years ago in Hollywood, of all places, I met a young Dutch actor, who in his quaint Continental way was an ardent gun nut and hunter. After the first World War he had played in stock companies all over Europe, and since he was the sort of professional glamour boy who manages to get invited around, he had hunted in Germany, in France, in Hungary, in Austria, and Poland.
BECAUSE numerous readers have asked how they may obtain trustworthy maps of areas in which they plan to hunt or fish, it seems worth while to give here the facts about the “tight” map situation which results from the war. For reasons of military security, the Army has found it advisable to forbid the sale and distribution of detailed topographic maps of many sections of the United States.
Question: For partridge in northern Wisconsin I’ve been using a 20 gauge Winchester, Model 12, with 24¾-in. ribbed barrel and full choke, I also have a 12 gauge Remington, Model 10, with 30-in. barrel and full choke, which I’ve used on pheasant in So. Dakota.
CALL THEM what you will, here are some of the highlights of my half century of hunting—hunting which, year after year, involved a month or two every spring for bear, and for other big game every fall. I started shooting when I was eight years old—first with a .22 Stevens single-shot, with 24-in. octagon barrel; then with a .44/40 lever-action Winchester repeater, Model 1892, which Dad bought me when it first came out.
GREATEST hunter I ever see (said the man from Montana) was my old pard Steve. There was a man! He could outfoot a jack rabbit, outpack a mule, and outshoot old Dan’l Boone himself. I mind the time me and Steve was after elk. Well, sir, we tromped them hills up and down for two weeks, and nary a shot did we get.
THIS department receives many letters requesting information on tackle and fishing. Among the questions most frequently asked are the following: What bait should I use? . . . How should I fish with a worm? . . . How should I fish with a minnow?
WHAT parts of a lake are the best spots to fish? It doesn’t take even a novice long to find the answer to this question. He is pretty sure to get action if he fishes in shallow water—shores, bays, weed beds, and bars. Why? Because game fish find most of their food in shallow water, so they do most of their feeding there.
FOR some years now, whenever I come back from a fishing trip, people take a look at my string of whitefish, and start asking questions. They want to know where I got them, and how I got so many. There is no secret about either. I get them in most any of the cold, clear streams here in southwestern Montana, and the way I get so many is by using a very small hook, and by not wasting time with angleworms, cutworms, wood-worms, grasshoppers, and all the other land baits I used to try.
ONE HEARS little about eels. However, they are a good food fish, and since food is a problem these days, they should be given some attention. Eels are often found in trout streams near the coast. These are especially good eating and, as they are tough on trout spawn, the angler who spends some time catching them will be doing a real service as well as procuring a meal.
Question: What kind of lures would you advise me to use for Wisconsin black bass?— R. G., Wis. Answer: Both plugs and bugs are good for bass in your section of the country. In the lakes near Chetek I’ve had good luck with perch-finish plugs, both surface and underwater, and with hair frogs.
AFTER reading a magazine article on fishing with a spinning rod and reel, I was sufficiently impressed to send away for one of the newfangle outfits. But when it arrived and I fitted the reel—which looked more like a pencil sharpener or a coffee mill—on the stubby, long-handle rod, I wondered if I wasn’t the only fish that would ever be caught on the odd-looking gear.
DON’T make the mistake of laying your boat up too soon this year or, worse still, leave it idle and neglected on the beach or at a dock. Plan now to use it week-ends at least until the snow flies—you’ll find late fall a most interesting time for boating and entirely different from the summer.
TWO canoes of similar dimensions may be bolted together and powered with one outboard motor to make a rigid, stable unit that will stay afloat in water so rough as to swamp a single canoe. Cross members of 1 × 3-in. hard, yellow pine join the canoes.
SHOULD you be planning to take your your vacation late this year, why not spend it canoe-camping? Gas rationing or no, there’s no restriction whatever on water travel when your muscles furnish the motive power. Fall weather is often more conducive to paddling and portaging than midsummer heat, and in many regions the number of insect pests will have been reduced.
Question: What is the best method of keeping pheasants and other game birds while on a hunting trip? Of course, I know they should be kept cool, but should they be drawn or the entrails left in?—J. E. H., Ohio. Answer: By all means dress game birds just as soon after they are shot as you conveniently can.
Apples are probably going to be easier to get than some of the other fruits. Here’s a different way to serve them. 2 cups flour 4 tsp. baking powder ⅓ cup sugar ½ tsp. salt 1 beaten egg ½ tsp. nutmeg ½ tsp. cinnamon ¾ cup milk 4 tbsp. cooking oil 1 cup diced raw apples ½ cup salted peanuts, coarsely ground Mix, and bake in greased muffin tins from 25 to 30 minutes at 425 degrees F.
THIS DEPARTMENT has recently discussed briefly two wartime situations that confront many thousands of dog owners. The first has compelled countless soldiers, sailors, and marines to figure out some system by which their gun dogs or hounds can be cared for while they are away from home.
Question: I am a quail hunter, and have a very fine setter. Last season distemper settled in his eyes, and now he is almost blind. At times he can see another dog well enough to back up a point. At others, he can’t see at all. He is 3½ years old. Do you think there is a chance for his sight to improve?
Question: Would appreciate any information you can give me about the Gordon setter, as I am interested in getting a dog with its characteristics. I can’t find anyone around here who appears to know anything about the Gordon.— A. W. B., Mich.