HOWARD HILL got his first experience with the bow and arrow at the age of four, using equipment made for him by his father. Today he is known as America's foremost archer, and millions of movie goers have seen demonstrations of his uncanny skill.
WILDCAT KILLERS. Louis Scalcucci, Michigan fire warden, recently bopped off a 40 lb. bobcat with one shot from his .22 pistol at 100 yd. Not to be outdone, another Michigan man, Mort Miller of Rexton, state-highway patrolman, bumped a wildcat with his car, got out with shovel and flashlight and whammed the cat until it was dead . . . Foxes attack.
A RECENT article in OUTDOOR LIFE, written by Arthur Hawthorne Carhart, implied the desirability of predator eradication, not only in connection with game-bird planting but with game-bird management. Carhart completely lost sight of the fact that before the first predator ever was trapped in Colorado, the sage-grouse populations were far greater than they have been during recent drought years, when predators of all kinds have been trapped almost relentlessly.
LYING IDLE in the United States Treasury there is approximately 10 million dollars credited to the Federal Aid to State Wildlife Restoration Fund and commonly referred to as “Pittman-Robertson money.” This 10 million dollars belongs to the sportsmen of America, who contributed it in the form of excise taxes on sporting arms and ammunition.
He also has a private system of hunting: eat plenty of wieners, find a sunny spot, and doze off
GEORGE says that if I write this I am going to get the reputation of being the biggest liar in the state of Washington, but every word of it is the truth. Maybe it was the wieners that made things turn out the way they did, or maybe it was because Elmer wanted to go fishing while we were loafing around camp waiting for deer season to open.
"WE'RE too darn busy this year to have the pheasant party, but if you fellers want to to come on up and help with the round-up maybe you can knock off a rooster or two in your spare time." I'd been waiting two weeks to hear from Slim Tatum—like a good little boy waiting for Christmas—so I didn't waste any time telling the rest of the gang.
JOHN CARSON is the most successful bluegill fisherman in Colorado. Seldom does that wiry old cuss go fishing and come back emptyhanded, even though he limps along on a crutch that is as much a part of Johnny as Johnny himself. For years he has been the envy of every angler in the upper-lake region.
"YOU'RE going to put on the storm windows today?" my wife queried, pouring me a second cup of breakfast coffee. The last forkful of waffle, dripping maple sirup, returned untasted to my plate. Mentally I reviewed the shopworn excuses which might permit me to spend the day elsewhere than atop a shaky ladder, but none of them seemed adequate.
AMERICA'S No. 1 ARCHER TELLS OF A NEVADA DEER HUNT
THERE WAS a sudden crashing of broken brush, a streak of white. Big Blue was traveling and on the double quick. Down the steep mountainside through the scrub mahogany he drove with blinding speed. I froze for a split second, then almost by pure instinct I quickly drew and loosed a broad-head arrow.
WILD HOOFS had been making hollow music for several minutes, but I had been too busy with fly rod to investigate. The scene was along the Madison River, in Yellowstone Park, and the time late August, with neighboring conifers already pointing warning shadows.
A COUGAR did attack a man—and forthwith there flared up the time-old argument regarding the cougar's courage. Hardly one person in ten believed the story. Among woodsmen, the skeptics took on an even greater proportion. But not a man among the nine worked and lived with the one who was attacked doubted a single word of his seemingly incredible yarn.
A MAN-SIZE salmon on a tiny rod suited to the catching of little brook trout—a wacky ambition, perhaps, but I had it and stuck to it. The rod picked for the thrill of the experiment was seven feet long and weighed only 2½ ounces. I was confident that a big Atlantic salmon could be licked to the last gill gasp on such a fragile thing, and craved to prove it.
QUITE recently I was charged by a black bear, without the slightest provocation on my part. That brought to an end a lot of pet theories I had held about Mr. Bruin, and it also ended a perfectly good pair of hunting pants. It did, however, convince me of one thing—bears are unpredictable.
Granddad had the finger on him all right—but he beat the rap!
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THE flickering torchlight cast an eerie glow over the water as our canoe forged through the shell ice that covered the thoroughfare between Square and Eagle Lakes. Gleaming white along the shoreline were the already snow-laden hardwoods and evergreens of northern Maine.
This sportsman-engineer is always devising ways to go outdoor equipment one better. You'll get many valuable tips from what he's done
WALTER E. BURTON
HANGING in the upstairs study of Carl L. Beal, of Akron and Silver Lake, Ohio, is an unusually fine moose head. Not a record head—22 points and 49-inch spread—but one that is exceptionally well formed and free of blemishes. This moose, shot in Quebec in 1938, is proof not only of Beal's ability with a rifle but also of his ingenuity.
CANADA HONKERS are faithful harbingers of the seasons over much of North America. In the spring the brazen clamor of their voices falling faintly from the sky heralds the break-up of winter: in the autumn the trumpeting squadrons wing their way in wavering V's to the Southland just before winter grips the land.
THE 12 gauge shotgun is the most popular gauge in America and in the world, but every gauge from 10 to .410 has its advocates. Admirers of the various gauges can advance eloquent arguments in favor of each. I once knew a gunner who used an old 10 gauge hammer gun for everything from doves to geese, and for some years a friend of mine did pretty well with a .410 as an all-around gun.
Question: A neighbor tells me my .22 Special Winchester rimfire Model 90 is powerful enough for game as large as deer, if not shot at excessive range. Is he right?—E. W. S., Ind. Answer: Tell your friend the .22 W.R.F. is not powerful enough for deer.
THE CATFISH, like the sport of fishing for him, is placid and easy going. In the pan this rather homely fish is really delicious, and many trout and bass fishermen speak right up and say its flesh is a lot more tasty than that of their favorite quarry.
The popular conception is that big business pays most of the tax load. Actually, business merely serves as the collection agent. YOU and I, as consumers, pay all the "corporation" taxes. One of the bad features of our present taxation policy is the way so many taxes are hidden.
Corp. Leo W. Klock and his six pals in Alaska crammed lots of sport into one 36-hour pass
A 36-HOUR pass doesn't sound like much, but to seven trout-fishing soldiers who hadn't held a rod for two years it was the next best thing to a ticket home. Permission to leave our Alaskan outpost had finally come through, and we were all set to try for the big, plump rainbows and cutthroats which we had heard abounded in an icy, blue lake not too far away.
NOVEMBER is a good month for winter flounders and tomcods. On bright days, and if the water is cold enough, the flounders may lie on shallow bars. Other times they usually frequent deep water or seek some cover. Fresh sandworms are the best bait for them, but clams are all right too.
Question: I am going to make a hickory surf-casting rod and will appreciate any suggestions you care to give me. I am especially interested in exact dimensions—length of rod, length of butt, diameter at various points, size of guides and spacing, etc.
FOR YEARS I have been extolling the virtues of drone-bee larvae as bream and panfish bait. Other anglers I have induced to try them have become as avid bee fishermen as I am. But drones are available for only a short time each year. Once the mating season is over, all drones are remorselessly dispatched by the worker bees, who have no desire to feed these pampered glamour boys beyond the time when their gentlemanly functions are required.
A FLOAT TRIP is a good way to combine boating, camping, and fishing in a single interesting Vacation. Relying almost entirely on the current to take you where you want to go, you can drop 50 or 100 miles down some river or stream, fishing to your heart's content and camping wherever night overtakes you or a good site ashore beckons—all at a cost that can be kept remarkably low.
Question: I am making a l0½-ft. hunting skiff for use on the Sioux River. Do you think tongue-and-groove lumber is good for the purpose? I am new at boat building, and will appreciate any suggestions.—W. B., Iowa. Answer: Tongue-and-groove material is seldom used for boat hulls as it is practically impossible to keep it tight.
COVER your boat properly if you have to leave it outside in the winter—you'll save yourself a lot of work and money each spring and add years to the life of the boat. Even the paint on a simple flat-bottom skiff will not retain its life and adhesion to the wood after exposure all winter.
WELL, sir, this mallard swims in out of nowhere, hops up on our duck boat, looks my sport right in the eye, and says, “Hello, George!” What's that? A duck can't talk? Mister, I ain't just repeating something that was told me. I was there; I seen and heard it all.
UNLESS you actually have had the trying experience of being lost, you may not realize how easily people can become confused about direction when they camp, fish, or hunt in unfamiliar country. Sometimes this confusion will occur in a surprisingly short time and before one has covered more than a mile of ground.
A man's dish for frosty fall mornings. For each person use 1 lb. spareribs 1 dressed squirrel 2 tbsp. fat If the squirrel is a tough old one, first parboil 20 minutes with some soda and vinegar in the water. Cut squirrel in quarters and divide the spareribs in pieces of similar size.
Question: Can you tell me how to jerk venison? Is it possible to dry the meat in an oven? —J. M., Calif. Answer: It's a rather simple process, but you have to give the meat a lot of patient attention. Venison must be lean—without any fat at all. Trim all fat and membrane away and cut the meat in thin strips, not more than ½ in.
WE LIVE and learn. A few weeks ago a man who knows I'm supposed to have a fair knowledge of dogs and their doings, and who gets a big kick out of trying to lure me out on a limb, asked me what I thought of the Rhodesian ridgeback as a gun dog. Naturally I realized he was giving me the works so, without batting an eye, I came right back at him.
WHEN Harry D. Lord was a boy his father used to put him to bed at night with tales of the Brooks brothers—Philo and Milo—who were New England's most famous fox hunters. The old man told Harry how the Brooks boys spent all their spare time hunting foxes, how they tracked them down and dug them out so inexorably that before the brothers passed to their reward they had killed hundreds, maybe thousands, of the sly little creatures.
Question: My 2-year-old beagle runs rabbits quite well, but needs a few more seasons of actual hunting before she could be called perfect. Now I'd like to get a bird dog—and have an opportunity to get a Dalmatian pup. I understand this breed can be used just like the springer in the field, although this particular dog has never hunted.
Question: My hound is a small Walker—in very good condition for his 9 years except for one thing. For a year he has been afflicted with swellings around his toes which burst, exude water, then go away. They come on all feet and between all toes, but do not seem to bother him at all.