ANY SPORTSMAN'S SUBJECT YOU'RE INTERESTED IN? WE PRINT AS MANY OF YOUR LETTERS AS WE CAN
A DEER BY PROXY
THEY AREN’T ALL ALIKE
SHOT-UP BIRDS COME BACK
SEBRING WON’T LIKE IT
SKUNKS VS. SKUNKS
IMPROVED PANFISH LURE
"FROZEN TERROR” PILOT
PENNSYLVANIA’S GOT ’EM
ON HUNTING MORE GAME
VERY BRIGHT SCHOLARS
SURE, CATFISH FLOAT!
Editor Outdoor Life
A friend of mine brags about being a good sportsman, yet he says he's going to buy a deer tag next season and have a friend shoot a deer for him. About all he ever hunted is rabbits, and I doubt if he even knows what a deer looks like. I have a hunch lots of other so-called sports get deer that way every year.
WARNING! This tabulation is compiled from official sources; but in the space available it is impossible to give full details, and in some cases the authorities have power to change seasons on short notice. So before you fish In any state or province, get a copy of the current regulations from the proper agency and then read up on minimum lengths, daily limits, etc.
Most well-known sportsmen’s shows take place in big cities and are run by professional promoters, but a 350-man sportsmen’s group in Vermont has proved that hard-working amateurs can stage a successful one in a small community and do all right, too.
The greatest thrill that Earl Wooden gets out of fishing lies in catching trout that he has saved from almost certain destruction. Wooden and his friends, who live in and around Reedley, Calif., near the Sierra Nevada range, have been carrying on a voluntary conservation project for about 5 years.
Wesley Cottrell, of Grand Haven, Mich., returned from hunting one day last fall with a tangled tale about some squirrels he’d shot while they were tied together up in the top of a tall pine tree. And furthermore he could prove it. It seems that Cottrell spotted the first squirrel in the tree top, shot it—and nothing came down, though he felt pretty sure he had scored a hit.
After a late November cold snap (the mercury was 17 degrees above zero in south Georgia) Ben Daniel and Ben Jr., of Moultrie, Ga., reasoned that no rattlesnakes would be stirring in the woods. So they went quail hunting. The rattlers, however, cramped with cold and hunger, didn’t realize they were supposed to be holed up.
A pet hobby of George J. Hebert is to stroll along a Chesapeake Bay pier and watch the throngs of anglers who are jockeying for a good spot on the stringpiece. That’s where he got the inspiration for his humorous piece, “It Beats a Bridge—or Does It?” which appears in this issue.
It was St. Patrick's Day in New York City three years ago. The air was full of stinging snow—a nasty wintry day that made me hanker for bursting buds, sunshine glistening on water, and eager trout rising to a hatch of caddis flies. I was in the dimly lit office of Henry Miller, a fisherman friend, batting his ear about how at certain hours the trout went for some special artificial flies I had cooked up; and Hank, like me, itched to go fishing then and there.
Make a racket like an all-out brawl over a doe, and a lovesick caller may bust out of the brush and horn in on the party
Big Attraction! Fight!
Rattling’s an Old Trick
Will it Work in the Hills?
Throughout a vast empire of cactus-and-mesquite country in the South-west—an area about the size of New England with New York and Pennsylvania thrown in to balance off a few south-Texas counties—the man who goes into the woods for deer usually carries a set of antlers slung over his shoulder or stuck in his belt.
A huge trout inoculated a lad with fly-casting fever. Then began an exciting battle between the cagy fish and a youngster who learned his lessons well!
Ready for the Trout Treatment
Getting the Light Touch
As soon as Barry walked to the edge of the lake he saw the trout. It was a whopper! It looked like a submarine cruising around in the shallows. Every now and then it would plane upward, swirl on the surface as it took a fly, then sink down again into the glass-clear water.
Time was—prior to this century— when a hunter could find a grizzly bear almost anywhere in the western half of the U. S. Now, aside from the protected bruins in our national parks, there is only a handful of grizzlies left in the remote mountain fastnesses.
From miles around they came—sometimes as many as 5,000 panfish-hungry anglers a day—to dip lines in a fabulous little lake right on the doorstep of a town. What did it have to generate such tremendous enthusiasm?
Plenty of Fishing Pressure
Action Close to the Shoreline
ERWIN D. SIAS
It’s really quite a story, and if you were to tell it to me—well, I’d be pretty skeptical. “Listen, bud,” I’d say, “you don’t find that kind of fishing near home any more, and you certainly don’t find that kind of people!” Here’s this lake practically on the doorstep of a small town.
It was a lake—a lonely lake deep in the menacing swamp. And though it was full of danger, it was also full of big fish that had never seen a lure!
All Ready for Action
The Real Battle Begins
A Difficult Decision
Right Lure for Bronzebacks
The Rugged Way Out
At least I knew I was not hopelessly lost. Somewhere within twenty miles was dry land upon which a man could walk without sinking out of sight into bottomless mire. But pushing a boat through this jungle of brush was like trying to thread the eye of a needle with a two-by-four.
Maybe you’ll disagree as you ponder the weird goings-on at the old farm. But wait until Em lets you in on his secret!
Bill Shanks—in the Flesh
The Day of Reckoning
Em Abandons the Potlickers
Kelly’s tone was as matter-of-fact as if he were reciting a multiplication table. “Of course,” he said, “no pointer man would want to sleep with a setter man.” “And vice versa!” snapped Em. Raymond and I agreed hastily. It was 3 o’clock in the morning.
They have the spunk to fight it out on the ground—or in good, deep water if they can reach it. And they’ll trade blows with the hounds even when outclassed in everything but courage
Sometimes They Run All Night
Short, Snappy Scrap
Hounds on a Water Hazard
Free Takes a Hand
An old coon won’t leave the ground unless he has to,” Freeman Peace declared. It was a new theory to me, one I hadn’t heard in close to thirty years of coon hunting, and I was mildly skeptical. “What does he do?” I demanded. “He travels,” Peace assured me.
BLACK-BEAR CUBS: A BUSHEL OF FUN, A PECK OF TROUBLE
These Adirondack orphans are rough, tough, and ravenous. They’re full of pep and pranks— and, as household pets, they’re candidates for the zoo
These black-bear cubs, a pair of amiable roughnecks, were picked up in the Adirondack Mountains, in New York State, after a hunter routed their mother. Barnett Fowler, a Schenectady, N. Y., newspaperman, adopted them. Figuring they’d be good subjects for his camera—which they were—Fowler gave them the run of the house.
Consider the peculiar art of ocean-pier fishing, whose devotees (according to the author) have strong hacks, weak minds, an infinite amount of patience, and practically no luck at all
Everything Has a Price
Stalemate on the Bridge
Enjoy Your Neighbor’s Company
GEORGE J. HEBERT
In the salt-water social scale, pier fishing is one cut above bridge fishing. Bridge fishing is one cut above staying at home. Both kinds of fishermen—pier and bridge—abound where I live, a Chesapeake Bay community only a few miles from the ocean.
They got their caribou after a journey by dog sled over Alaska’s bleak tundra. And on the way back—believe it or not—Bud was gored by the dead bull!
Goalward for the Varsity
Kenai Tips Off His Pals
He Who Hesitates . . .
At the first light of dawn Bud Branham twisted out of his sleeping bag, lit spruce shavings in a Yukon stove, and parted the tent flaps. It was a good day. Clear sky. Shining stars. Puntilla Lake frozen. And nameless peaks of the Alaska Range snowy and spooky in the stingy November light from the southeastern sky.
What I don’t like about mules,” said Yancey, “is that they got no imagination.” “No imagination!” scoffed old Gilhooley. “Why, I druv mule teams in the Army for twenty-six years, and they could think up more ways of annoying me than the Katzenjammer Kids.”
The keystone of a nation-wide effort, led by 2,600,000 boys, it highlights what all of ns must do to save our natural resources
This year 45,000 Boy Scout troops and 8,000 Explorer units around the country are at work on one of the biggest single conservation-education efforts in the nation’s history. It’s being keyed by the message of America’s Conservation Pledge, the dramatic thirty-word creed presented to the nation by OUTDOOR LIFE in 1946.
I had expected top-flight fishing in the virgin wilderness of northern Ontario. But even I was astonished at what I found: speckled trout as ravenous as wolves, savage northern pike running to twenty-five pounds, fighting lakers andl wall-eyes—all so innocent of lures they’d strike at anything I threw them!
“Let's Show Him Some Fishing!”
Northern on a Fly Rod
Flesh as Red as Fire
I Bet Against Myself
Twelve-pounders Aren’t Keepers
“You Haven’t Seen Anything Yet!”
Pack Ice in July
Reception Committee of One
Trout That Tackle Anything
IRVING A. COHEN
A fishing trip can only be so good, and I didn't see how this one could possibly get any better than it was! I had come all the way from West Virginia to the wilderness of subarctic Canada, more than 3,000 miles by plane and car and canoe, and from the time I crossed the Minnesota-Ontario border at International Falls one adventure with hungry fish had followed another, each better than the one before.
How You CAN MAKE YOUR OWN COLLAPSIBLE CAMP WATER BUCKET
Most veteran campers carry this item along. Here’s a rugged, lightweight model you can make in a few spare hours at home
The collapsible bucket shown here holds more than 1½ gal. of water, folds flat for packing, and weighs less than 1 lb. Anyone who will follow the simple directions in this article can turn out a similar one in a few spare hours at home. The bucket was designed by Emil E.
That cold day was a mighty tough one for hunters—riflemen and archers alike. Luckily I was ready for the riddle: “Why does a white-tail cross the road?”
A Long, Anxious Wait
KEITH C. SCHUYLER
Will an arrow kill a deer—cleanly, mercifully, quickly? Is the long-bow an adequate weapon for the hunter to take into the woods? Up to last fall I didn’t know the answers to those questions, even though I’d been interested in archery for a number of years.
Pacific Coast fans swear by this exciting sport. And now one of them asks the jackpot question: Can it sweep other sections?
Sometimes They’ll Hit Anything
Next, a Plugged Bait
Baiting With Whole Minnow
I pitched a short cast into the green tidewater racing past our anchored skiff. The line ran out swiftly, then slacked for an instant as the sinker hit bottom in twelve fathoms of Puget Sound water. I promptly tightened up and began stripping, bringing in the nylon line about three feet at a time and letting it fall in loose coils on the floor boards.
You pay a high price for carelessness in this otherwise pleasant business of angling. A mental lapse may cost you a big fish, a busted rod, or any of a number of other expensive frustrations. I know quite a bit about such careless mistakes because at one time or another I’ve seen many of them perpetrated by me or by my angling companions.
From Canada, George E. Cullum writes that a pigeon feather makes an excellent tool for applying varnish to a rod. He says it works smoothly and leaves no bubbles. A while back I mentioned a letter from a correspondent who reported seeing fish floating on the surface of his favorite fishing hole.
Here’s a wild and lonely piece of America—truly one of our last frontiers! Best of all, its lakes teem with fighting fish that go crazy at the sight of a lure
Cruisers in the Channel
ROSS V. SEWARD
Any man is leading with his chin when he does what I’m about to do. Still and all, here goes! I believe that there is no better fishing for northern pike in the midwestern United States than in the lakes of Isle Royale National Park, which comprises Isle Royale and its outlying islands in upper Lake Superior.
A hunting club owned a section of land on which there was a bay formed by the widening of a river that ran through the tract. The club claimed exclusive rights to hunting on the land and bay. The river was navigable and so, accordingly, was the bay.
Question: I’m a transplanted Eastern fly fisherman, and I’m having trouble making my dry flies ride high on these Western waters. What do you suppose is the trouble?—George Sharp, Calif. Answer: I’ve had the same trouble fishing dry flies in those fast Western streams.
For 40 years it’s been no secret that the ideal long-range big-game cartridge would be about 7 mm. in caliber, with a groove diameter and bullet size of somewhere around .285 in. Bullets much smaller than .28 haven't weight enough to strike a hard blow way out yonder, and they do not have enough base area for the powder gases to push against.
Question: Are there any revolvers in 9 mm. caliber? Could a revolver be rechambered to take that cartridge?—James Ludowese, Minn. Answer: No, there are no revolvers made for the 9 mm. Luger cartridge, to which you are apparently referring.
In the old town of Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia, they still tell the story of the tourist and the moose, and they insist that it’s no tall tale either but really happened—about 25 years ago. Even in those days moose were becoming scarce, and hunters went farther and farther back into the woods each season.
Hauling out a deer can be a tough job—if you don’t know how. Here’s a labor-saving method I’ve used in the eastern Oregon country: I carry a piece of canvas (about 24 oz. weight) which measures approximately 4 ft. wide and 9 ft. long. After dressing out the deer, I lay the carcass on the canvas so that the weight is well to the front.
Here's a handsome and inexpensive case you can make to protect your take-down rifle or shotgun from dust and dampness. I made the one shown here to hold my Model 63 Winchester .22. Note how the taken-down rifle is laid out, and how the case provides room for cleaning gear and other tools.
Remington, Winchester, and Western have discontinued the sale of primers. With the present shortage of materials the companies need all the brass they can get, and they are keeping their primer-making machinery busy supplying their own needs for commercial ammunition.
Except when operating in arid country, most campers, hikers, hunters, and fishermen need a waterproof outside garment for protection against rain. It may be a slicker, raincoat, rain suit, rain shirt, or poncho, and it may be made of plastic, silk, processed fabric, tent cloth, or rubber.
For this swell hunting-camp dish you need : 2 lb. beef or game steak 1 cup sliced onions ¼ cup shortening 2 medium potatoes, sliced 2 cups prepared biscuit mix 4 tbsp. flour 2 tsp. salt ½ tsp. pepper 3 cups water ¾ cup milk Cut steak in 1-in. cubes, season with salt and pepper, and dust with flour.
Question: I noticed in a recent answer in “Trail Queries” that you said you knew of no manufacturer offering bright-red hunting pants. I’m under the impression that a number of companies make them. I wish you’d look into this deeper; I’m in the market for a pair myself.—W. W. Stuart, Pa.
A canoe is a versatile craft, one that can be used for a number of purposes and on a variety of waterways. It’s very sensitive and responsive to handling, much more so than the average owner realizes. Many a man never progresses beyond what might be called “Sunday-afternoon paddling.”
Question: I’m thinking of buying a new 12-ft. galvanized-steel boat, weighing 170 lbs., at a cost of about $70. Is this a good investment? How long should such a boat last? Can two men handle it with ease?—Marvin J. Hill, Mich. Answer: Dollar for dollar, I don’t know of any other type of boat that will give you more for your money.
One day while talking with a group of rural sportsmen who breed their own bird dogs, I said something about the principles of genetics. The locals looked at me blankly, and there was a long pause before one of them brought the discussion back down to earth by saying: “We don’t worry about that highbrow stuff, mister.
Question: My 4-year-old Irish setter has been permitted to run wild and now she will not point, although she used to do so. Instead, when she finds birds she rushes in on them. How can I retrain her?—Danny Sauder, Ohio. Answer: Put her on a check cord—an 18-ft.
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 local veterinarian should be consulted at once.
Hunter kills headless rabbit. George Patlo, West Branch, Mich., last January shot and killed living rabbit without head. Dr. Robert Rea, veterinarian and mayor of West Branch, examined animal while its blood was still warm. Found that its head had been cut off about week before, but somehow blood vessels in neck had become sealed so animal could still hop about.
For the sportsman there now comes one of the pleasantest seasons of the year. Across the Northern states in the early days of May the woods blush with green, the flood waters of April subside, the early wildflowers appear, insect hatches swarm up during the still, warm afternoons, and trout start to rise.