ODDITIES. Veteran sportsman of Saranac Lake, N. Y., 91 years old, expects to go to New Brunswick for salmon fishing this season. He'll travel by automobile, accompanied by a nurse-secretary, a personal physician, and a chauffeur . . . H. Albert Borner, Bucknell University student, last season in Pennsylvania killed a pheasant on the wing with an arrow . . .
ANY SPORTSMAN'S SUBJECT YOU'RE INTERESTED IN? WE PRINT AS MANY OF YOUR LETTERS AS WE CAN
Sell Surplus Goods Right!
Rainbow on an Empty Hook
Who Knows the Answer?
Wasting Our Fish
Pit Bulls Can Fight!
Farmer Has Solution?
Good Word for Carp and Cats
Wolves on Trial
One Shot, One Moose!
WHY do we fishermen, hunters, and campers have to go to one of a certain group of dealers to buy —at enormous profits—the surplus war property we’ve already paid for through the highest taxation in our history? Why can’t the government establish warehouses in our major cities and sell these items to the public at a reasonable cost?
AN OLD-TIMER in conservation circles is H. W. Moesch Jr., the author of "All About Bluegills" in this is sue. Moesch, who pronounces his name "mesh," joined the Indiana Department of Conservation 18 years ago as a conservation officer, and recalls the days when game wardens were far from popular!
BROWNIES IN A WELL-HIDDEN LAKE. A REAL COMBINATION— WHEN YOU CAN MAKE IT WORK
Float for Large Minnows
Homer E. Lee
FRED called me one night and, after the usual "been-fishin'-lately?" chatter, spilled the dope. He and a couple of other guys, on their way home after a futile fishing trip, . had stumbled by accident on a small, little-known mountain lake on a cattle ranch.
WITHIN the next two years our fresh waters are going to be called on to provide sport for more than 4 million more anglers than they did before the second World War. In 1941, the last near-normal fishing year before we went to war, close to 8½ million Americans bought fishing licenses.
Bob virtually had to make a special agreement with the stork to join the party, then snowdrifts delayed them at mountain passes. Later they were rained off the slopes. Finally the author plunged into the alders, and bruins came a-running—right to Bob waiting down below!
FRANK M. YALE
THE DOCTOR we call Bob had long been yearning to get his sights on one of the rip-roaring grizzlies that roam the rockslides overlooking the North Fork of the Flathead River, which is in the northwestern corner of our state—Montana. But the urgency of his professional duties had kept him close to his home and office to such an extent that he'd only been able to make one-day hunts now and then.
TAKE ONE OF THESE SCRAPPERS ON ROD AND LINE, AND YOU’LL HAVE TO ADMIT HE’S A REAL GAME FISH
THE LITTLE GUIDE
Fishing and Hunting Hulls
GEORGE W. HEINOLD
ROD-AND-LINE shad fishing has made such rapid headway that shad—once looked upon as lowcaste net fish—are sure to win a high place among our game species. For centuries many tidal rivers along the Atlantic seaboard have teemed with shad schools.
Our gun editor had a real problem on his hands when he sighted that giant—after he'd shot his limit!
Audubon Society Wants No Duck Hunting for a Year!
Deer Have Their Woes
When Waterproof Ammo Paid Big Dividends
Hoof-and-Mouth Disease Threat to Game Fought
Hard to Get Your Limit
THE wild mountain country of the northern British Columbia Rockies between the Peace River and the Yukon boundary has been famous for its magnificent Stone sheep ever since the story of L. S. Chadwick's worldrecord ram appeared in OUTDOOR LIFE in February, 1937, under the title, "Record on a Meat Hunt."
JESS picked up a green, black, and yellow-striped catalpa worm out of the battered coffee can on the bottom of the boat, and Doc winced involuntarily. Jess noticed it. "Great bluegill bait," he observed. Doc nodded agreement. "So I've heard," he admitted. "But I'm not sure I want bluegills bad enough to use the blamed things."
An expert on guns and hunting speaks up on a controversial subject. His views aren't necessarily ours, but we think they will interest all who love firearms. We'll be glad to hear your opinion— whether you agree with the colonel's ideas or not
More Flax—More Quail
Col. W. D. Frazen
THE MAGNUM rifle is as unnecessary for American big-game hunting as a machinist’s hammer is for driving tacks. As a corollary it can be stated that any good rifle firing a well-designed bullet of from 150 to 180 grains at a muzzle velocity about 2,700 foot seconds has adequate killing power for the most dangerous game on this continent.
TIME WAS when fishing and hunting used to be a free-for-all. Anyone who hankered to wet a line or grab off some venison simply went and did it, with no questions asked. Now all that is changed. Not only do you have to get a license first, but in state after state there’s a move on foot to boost the license fees.
LOUISIANA has miles on miles of marshes; a land half submerged, a wilderness of mud and water, with here and there a patch of cypress. Reeds and water grasses, quantities of such excellent waterfowl foods as wild rice, wild millet, and sago pondweed grow luxuriantly.
THE last few months have witnessed a remarkable about-face in the American people’s attitude toward our declining natural resources. Solicitude has replaced indifference. The public has finally had its eyes opened to the realization that our God-given wealth is neither limitless nor indestructible.
WHEN I was a kid, Old Man Johnson had the finest bird dog in our part of the country, and my father said it was a shame he wouldn’t let her have a litter of pups. My father and most of the other men I knew in those days were bird-dog men. There were plenty of quail then and not very many hunters, and we hunted the birds all the time except when they were nesting and taking care of the little ones.
665 pounds—7 feet, 6 inches... BIGGEST BLACK BEAR ?
THE PLAIN ACCOUNT OF HOW TWO MEN WAITED OUT AND KILLED A HUGE BRUIN WHICH MAY BE A WORLD'S RECORD
Indiana Coal Producers Reforest Mined-out Areas
South Dakota Cuts Down on Nonresident Hunting
No Airplane Hunting
WHEN that lumberjack muttered in the darkness that he could barely get his hands around a front leg of our trophy—a black bear—my partner and I knew for the first time that we had made a magnificent kill. The huge size of the animal came as a complete surprise to us, for we had shot it in the dead of night and thought it just another bear.
HAVE you ever yearned for a fishing Shangri-la where there are no small trout, where other anglers do not jostle your elbow the moment a big one rises, where the lure of large fish is not legend—but actuality ? I found such a place, finally. It’s the north shore of the Gulf of St. Lawrence—the Côte Nord—comprising the eastern arm of Quebec and the southern tip of Labrador.
GENERALLY speaking, when a hunting experience is over it's finished, and that's all there is to it—except for memories either sweet or sour. One of mine, however, published in the April 1946 issue of OUTDOOR LIFE under the title of "Death by Freezing is No Fun," wouldn't stay finished, even after I'd recovered my health and strength.
THE LATE Pancho Villa must have been a very busy man, judging from what I've heard about him in Mexico. Between revolutions, plain and fancy ban ditry, and an occasional foray into the United States, he apparently was the sworn, vengeful enemy of half the males between Lower California and Yucatan.
FEW EXPERIENCES are more annoying than to have a large trout rise to your dry fly, miss it, and then refuse to show itself again. Years ago I used to be faced with this problem time and again. Grumbling, I'd switch from one pattern to another—and get skunked for my efforts.
Question: Will I be able to cast ¼-oz. lures with a light and whippy bait-casting rod 6 ft. long overall, using a level-wind reel with a lightweight aluminum spool?—Victor A. DeLuca, N. Y. Answer: Such an outfit definitely would not work well with lures of ¼-oz or less.
THOUGHI often have written about the ill effects which usually accompany a line, leader, and fly that drag, I’d like to point out that there are situations where drag may be used to advantage, such as on a fast, glassy stretch of water. It is often possible to succeed on such water with a bushy but not large dry fly, cast downstream and across.
NOT so long ago I was hunting in Sonora, Mexico, and the rifle I carried was a fine 'scope-sighted .30/06 Springfield with a beautifully shaped, finished, and checkered stock by the late Alvin Linden. I didn't think any more of that rifle than I did of my right arm.
WHEN I was just a kid, a slick salesman sold my dad a farm in Missouri. He told dad it was about the best farm in the country be cause it was all bottom land. When we moved there it didn't take us long to find out that the agent hadn't lied. It was bottom land for sure—all the topsoil had been washed over onto neighboring farms.
Question: In my firearms-repairing business I find evidence of many of the malpractices which you have repeatedly warned against. Here's one I heard about that takes the cake: Some idiot with more tools than sense has been reaming out the chamber on Mauser rifles so that the bolt will close on standard .30/06 cases.
AS A SPECIAL service to anglers and hunters who wish to organize clubs, OUTDOOR LIFE offers a new handbook, How to Form a Sportsman's Club, an authoritative and informative guide, prepared by Frank J. Valgenti Jr., attorney. sportsman, member and former president of the New Jersey Fish and Game Commission.
RENEGADE dogs, not timber wolves, are now the foremost natural enemy of deer over most of the Eastern United States, wildlife experts agree. Roaming the woods in half-wild, savage packs, these vicious dogs take a toll of wildlife as heavy in many districts as the big wolves took in the days of the early settlements.
BURNED FINGERS probably comprise the commonest camping mishap. They are suffered more often when cooking over an open wood fire but are also possible with gasoline or kerosene stoves, whenever hot skillets and kettles must be moved. Burns are always painful; bad ones can be dangerous.
ANYONE who has ever hunted with the help of binoculars knows what a bother they can be when slung around the neck. They swing wildly when you run, bump on the ground when you crawl, and often demand that you control them with your hand just when you need it for something else.
Question: My mother, father, and I plan to visit the scenic spots of Yellowstone National Park on my vacation, which I can take at any time between April and November. We will not do any fishing, but will limit ourselves to sight-seeing. When do you suggest we go there, and what clothing should we take?— Kermit I. Spencer, Ind.
1 lb. ground round steak 1 tsp. salt ⅛ tsp. pepper 1 small onion ½green pepper Chop pepper, grate the onion, and mix with meat and seasonings. Form out into an oblong steak about half an inch thick, lay on greased broiler pan, and broil 7 minutes.
FOR YEARS thousands of American sportsmen have been dreaming of owning a boat sufficiently light and compact to be carried with them wherever they go. If you've shared that dream, you'll be glad to know it's coming true at last; one of the most outstanding features of postwar boat offerings is the number of portable craft.
Question: What would you suggest in the way of a good small inboard for the hull I have? The latter is 16 ft., with a beam of 4½ ft., and weighs about 300 lb. I am most interested in having a good trolling speed. Fuel economy is very important, since the boat will travel on the water for days at a stretch, and carrying gas will be a problem—Gill Merchant, Mich.
BY BUILDING a trailer the average boat owner can add immeasurably to his sport. Those illustrated will accommodate craft up to the size of small cruisers—and it's a wonderful feeling to know you can tow your boat to new waters whenever you want.
A GOOD, healthy litter of gun-dog puppies, physically sound and mentally alert, is enough to warm the cockles of any sportsman's heart. Sold, they may mean welcome extra income; given away, they may cement the ties of friendship; or, if one or two are kept, they may spell added enjoyment in the field.
Question: What do you think of my getting two dogs, an English setter and a springer spaniel, to work as a team on upland birds and ducks? Could they be trained to work to gether?—G. W. Scott, Manitoba. Answer: I once had this same idea. My theory was that a Springer would press on and find a downed bird when the setter's patience had been exhausted.
Question: Is the malamute the same breed as the husky? And could one of these dogs live in the hot climate of Texas?—C. M. Wheeler, Tex. Answer: They are different breeds. The husky has a white mask; the malamute a dark one. Some of these dogs live in warm climates and, according to all ,reports, have adjusted themselves quite well.