GEORGE GORDON, who writes about “Low Water—Big Trout,” in this issue, was born in 1897 in the place made famous by the Bridge, the Tree, and the Dodgers—Brooklyn, N. Y. He served in the Navy in the first World War, then returned to Cornell University from which he was graduated in 1920.
ODDITIES. Farmers in Cape Fear County, N. C., have been losing dogs and pigs. Casts of footprints of two animals identified by Harry Davis, curator of state museum, as those of male and female panther, believed to be cause of disappearances.
ANY SPORTSMAN'S SUBJECT YOU'RE INTERESTED IN? WE PRINT AS MANY OF YOUR LETTERS AS WE CAN
Outdoor Living Going Soft?
A Letter You Published
A Farmer Speaks Up
Blue Eyes the Secret?
Shed Deer Antlers
Hunting by Plane
Anti-arms Agitation Futile
Don't Blame the Caliber
About the Game Crisis
Calls Noodling Illegal
Whopping Big Ducks!
Editor Outdoor Life
MUCH has been written about the advanced types of equipment which will be available to sportsmen after the war—walkie-talkie radio, airplanes, and what not. I can’t understand why any real sportsmen would want to use these things.
THE several thousand letters a month being received by the General Land Office and other government agencies in Washington from service men who are interested in “taking up” public land are among the many indications that millions of the Americans now wearing uniforms are going to come back to civilian life determined to spend outdoors every day that they possibly can.
How to get those wary ones in late summer — even at high noon!
GEORGE B. GORDON
THERE comes a time on even the best Eastern streams when the water is really low. Grasshoppers are thick in the grass along the bank, and every stone in the riffles has fat nymphs under it. All the foolish hatchery-raised brown and native trout have gone into the spring fishermen’s creels, and only the big, wise, stream-spawned fish are left.
Joe had got his Idaho elk for seven years running; but when in the wilderness there is no such thing as resting on your laurels
FOR TWO HOURS Joe and I had picked our way through the silent blackness, over blow-downs and tangled alders, to the crest of the high saddle. Daylight found us huffing and puffing, and where we’d expected to top out—on one of innumerable skyline ridges of the Bitterroot National Forest, in Idaho, where one drainage rolls away into the primitive Selway River, and the other drops sheer into White Cap Creek.
A FEW WEEKS before, Lt. Bombezy had been earnestly striving to push the American Army back into the Atlantic. But now, thanks to a few strokes of somebody’s pen, he recognized us for what we were—Allies. Bombezy was the best thing I had run into in Maroc, which is the peculiar way the French have of spelling Morocco.
“WHEN and if he comes down out of that tree, he’ll land right in your lap,” said my brother Cal as he got another bead on the huge cougar that was draped over a limb in the big pine above me. I was in there with my camera, trying for a close-up of the mountain lion alive.
THAT MORNING I set out on a homely errand—to buy a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk at the Grove store. I made my way through the sparse patterns of sunlight which filtered through giant trees to the tiny building of redwood timbers. I paid a nominal sum for my purchases, including a sack of chocolate éclairs, and turned to leave.
HIGH above us, black against the low - hanging clouds, appeared a small flock of ducks flying swiftly. They began to circle, apparently having seen our decoys. We crouched motionless in the blind, afraid that even the slightest movement might be seen by the sharp eyes overhead.
NO DOUBT about it, those crappies they were taking out of Seneca Lake were grandpappies! Eight inches is considered a pretty good average size for these popular panfish. But not on Seneca. Word spread that on that body of water—some miles southeast of Cambridge, Ohio—anglers would weigh anchor and turn their backs on any spot that couldn’t produce bigger ones than that.
SPORTSMEN should know something about weather forecasting, since much of the success of their fishing and hunting trips depends upon how the weather behaves. A string of bad days can knock your vacation into a cocked hat—and unless you can pull some more free time out of the hat, that’s a real calamity.
SNARLING with the persistence of a plucky terrier, our midget outboard engine had succeeded in goading our rowboat downriver. We were now rounding a bend which marked one end of the stripedbass trolling grounds. As the mud-spattered bow nosed along, Charlie Schroeder and I leaned forward for the first look, as we always do when the waters upon whose bounty we frequently stake our hopes of striped-bass fishing loom into view.
SO YOU'RE GOING to make your first trip to hunt in the Rockies! Maybe it is in Wyoming—for elk, deer, moose, or even sheep. Perhaps it is a goat and grizzly hunt in Idaho, a mixed-bag hunt for everything from sheep to grizzly in Alberta or British Columbia, or even a jaunt for the beautiful white rams of the Yukon or Alaska.
A veteran Outdoor Life writer and famous skeet shot, who's been teaching Army aerial gunners their stuff, keeps a long-overdue fighting date
Something New in Flies
CAPT. JULES P. CUENIN
THE SUN had just risen over the mountain rim. Reaching down through scattered clouds, its rays were painting a golden path across Roosevelt Lake as Bob Prosser and I, seated in an outboard, reached a spot about five miles up the shore from Frazier’s boat landing.
Whether you take stills or movies, here is the kind of equipment—now used in war work—that you've been waiting for
SPURRED by the needs of Army combat photographers, the Signal Corps' Pictorial Engineering and Research Laboratories, working hand in hand with manufacturers, have developed still and motion-picture cameras which are certain to become top favorites with wildlife and other sports photographers after V-J Day.
MEN, HERE IS THE LIFE! CAN'T YOU ALMOST HEAR THE EXQUISITE SYMPHONY THOSE WATERS ARE PLAYING—TO THE SWISH OF YOUR FLY-ROD BATON AND THE SONG OF YOUR REEL? IT'S A TROUT ANGLER'S IDEA OF HEAVEN HERE'S A FULL CREEL TO YOU!
USEFUL as it is, especially when powered by an engine, the flat-bottom skiff affords mighty little protection from high waves and rain. These photos show how one ingenious fisherman added a spray-turning deck and a cabin with dry storage space.
THERE are times, while camping, when you'd almost give your kingdom for a file—perhaps to repair equipment, or to touch up the cutting edge of an ax. Here’s a practical way to have one handy, and safe from loss! A small triangular file is useful; so is a thin, flat ignition-point file, particularly if its handle is ground for use as a screw driver.
IT'S DEATH ON INSECTS-BUT WHAT DOES IT DO TO WILDLIFE?
ALIVE to the possibility that DDT, the new marvel insect killer, may not be an unmixed blessing, officials of the U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service have inaugurated a series of tests to determine its effects on fish and game. Large-scale experiments are being conducted this summer, in cooperation with other agencies, in Pennsylvania, Maryland, and the province of Ontario.
THE SHADOW of a silent winged monster swooped across a back-river marsh near Merrymeeting Bay, Maine's famous duck-feeding grounds. Then a great horned owl dived down, sank its talons in a mother blackie. Charles Head, a warden supervisor for the state Department of Inland Fisheries and Game, heard the commotion; killed the owl with a .22 Long Rifle; and rushed the motherless brood to a nearduck farm.
OF ALL the diversified drama that goes with angling, there's little if anything to top the excitement of seeing a fish break the water to take a deftly cast fly. And with the development of the surface lure, this thrill of thrills has become one of the greatest joys of bass fishing.
MY SIDE-KICK, Van, is one of them fellers that just natcherly knows what to do in a pinch. Take the time me an' Van decided to fish through the ice at Beaver Dam. It's up Oakland Mountain, tough place to git to, an' there was a foot of snow on the level an' threefoot drifts.
RECENTLY I got a letter from a man who wrote that he’d bought a barometer, and that in the 3 months he’s had it the needle never has registered on that part of the dial that indicates good fishing. In using a barometer it should be remembered that it must be set for altitude, and that a discrepancy of 100 ft. may throw the barometer reading off 10 points.
MOST shotgun users seem to realize that if they are to hit anything the stocks of their scatterguns have to fit fairly well, and this department gets hundreds if letters asking for advice on individual stockdesign problems. But strangely enough, the average rifleman seems to take it for granted that the fit of the stock doesn't make a great deal of difference.
Question: Would it be possible to have a Japanese .25 Arisaka rifle rechambered to take the .250/3000 or the .257 cartridge? If this is possible, please tell me the approximate muzzle energy and velocity of 87-grain and 100-grain bullets in the .250 3000, and the heaviest-grain bullet in the .257.— Sgt. C. H. M., Army.
HEARTY provisions such as bacon (when, as, and if!), beans, and biscuits—those popular "three B's" of the outdoorsman's menu—still rate high on camp grub lists, even though concentrated and dehydrated foods, because of reduced weight and bulk, receive top billing, so to speak, for long, arduous pack trips.
Question: How can tent walls be protected against hungry porcupines? I am planning to keep two pup tents set up for 6 weeks in a remote section of the Adirondacks, but they will be occupied only over week-ends.—C. R. S., New York. Answer: I don’t know any positive means of preventing porcupines from gnawing tents.
HERE are a few camp kinks I have worked out which may be helpful to other sportsmen. First, if you want to keep your clothes, boots, and waders all in one place, you can make a handy hanger out of a 4-ft. length of 2 x 4 and several old broomsticks cut up into pegs.
A standard dish wherever these delicious game birds are hunted, and here is a different way to prepare it. Allow one quail for each person. Dress the birds and cut in half by splitting the backbone. Dust with salt and pepper, dredge with flour, and brown in cooking fat or butter.
EXCEPT for certain wartime regulations, many of which have been rescinded, the operation of small boats has always been notably free from restrictions. Whether such leniency will be continued depends almost entirely upon us boat owners.
Question: I am 55 years old and alone, and have been thinking seriously of building myself a houseboat on a large lake in the northern tip of Idaho. I understand that this lake is about 25 miles long and has plenty of good fishing. It is not far from Spokane, Wash.
SOONER or later most of us dog addicts face certain stock problems— the kind seed catalogues call hardy perennials. Suppose we consider a few of them and, if possible, figure out some system for solving them successfully. A common headache is the hound that refuses to open up when striking or following a track—in other words, the so-called silent trailer.
Question: Lately I’ve noticed that the eyes of my 9-year-old female dog have been filling with gray matter. Washing with boric-acid solution seems to help for a time, but the trouble always starts up again. She had distemper 5 or 6 months ago, but seemed to make a complete recovery with no ill effects remaining.
Question: I want a dog that will be good for quail hunting and also a good playmate for my 8-month-old son. I was interested in an Irish setter but have been told that they are not good quail dogs. Please tell me whether this is true, and also give me your opinion of the English and the Gordon setter.