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DOUGH BALLS FOR CARP
BURNS'S DOPE PAID OFF
CAN YOU TEACH A DUCK?
GRUBS DO SPOIL APPETITES
BETTER CALL IT A TIE
FOR BIG-GAME CONTESTS
NOVICE CROW HUNTERS
FISHING "DOWN UNDER"
"MADE US STOP AND THINK"
One of your readers recently asked for a recipe for carp bait. Here's one I have found effective. You need a cup of corn flakes, a cup of 40 percent bran flakes (be sure it's the 40 percent variety), a teaspoonful of sugar, and a teaspoonful of salt.
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.
Misuse of deadly poisons is killing countless gamefish and their food. Maybe right in your own county, too
America's fish and small game are threatened, as never before, by the increasing use of increasingly deadly "economic poisons." One way or another, in every state of the Union, every fisherman is affected And every gunner too, whether he hunts cottontails, ducks, or upland birds.
Zany British Columbia hunt with a classics-quoting cook. Laughs, laments—and trophies
New Weedless Hook
We got the first faint feeling of uneasiness when Dennis Callison and Bob La Roche, our guides, were assembling the pack train in Fort Nelson on the September morning we were to start north into the British Columbia Stone-sheep country. First of all, Dennis trotted out a big husky dog with a sinister countenance.
Going out for a trophy trout next fall? Well, chances are you'll get one—if you know where to look for it. Here's how
Snap Clip for Lures
Fisherman's Knife Floats
We were finishing off breakfast when Phil Fjellman raised the question: "Well, Paul, since this is your last day in Montana, where are you going to fish?" We were within two hours’ drive of some wonderful late-September trout streams: the Gallatin, Yellowstone, Madison, Firehole.
Massive, ungainly, and ugly beyond description, the rhinoceros is one of the biggest creatures left on earth—and one of the worst-tempered. His family is as old as the ages: In the Miocene era, when the earth's surface was beginning to look much as it does today, rhinos were plentiful in both the eastern and western hemispheres.
There's a good spot in that Georgia river for decoy-and-blind waterfowling. But for my gunpowder give me jump-shooting from a boat
Don't kid me," Gene said. "All the ducks in this country between the flyways wouldn't fill up my quick-freezer." There is only one way to convince a fellow like Gene Garner—it's got to be spread out before his eyes in a fast-moving picture of highlighted river, flushing mallards, and black-tipped trees against the dawn.
A shrewd storekeeper showed me, unwittingly, his top-secret plan for taking trout when the stream is low and clear
The trout I caught on that Fourth of July week-end were really taken for me by a country storekeeper twenty years earlier. Sounds wacky? Well, it isn't—as you'll soon see. And it's just possible that the storekeeper, whose name was George, had something that will help you, too, on a hot summer's day.
Stripers are plenty of sport, whether you get them from a big charter craft—or from your two legs in the surf. But never overlook the possibilities of a rowboat!
For two days Joe and I had cast a succession of jigs, plugs, and bait into the Massachusetts surf with no results whatsoever, aside from lamed shoulders and badly sunburned faces. We weren't alone. Other surf fishermen wandered disconsolately along the sand, watching for some sign of striped bass.
I didn't know it when Hosea Sarber and I went ashore that May morning in Gambier Bay, but I was about to get a lot of wind taken out of my sails! When a man has killed seven Alaskan bears with seven shots I guess he's likely to develop a case of overconfidence, and I may as well admit that was my trouble.
He's a rough, tough, unshaven fullback. His teeth are sharper than a steel trap and he's ready to bite the hand that feeds him a lure
Now look what you've gone and done!" Doc complained. "You did that on purpose!" He made it sound as if I had tripped someone's grandmother. I was too busy to do much arguing. Besides, it was no time for debate. For there seemed a strong chance that at any minute I would be forced to relinquish some sixty bucks' worth of fishing tackle.
When Dave and I rounded the last big bend before reaching the mouth of the Rio Grande—where it flows into the Gulf of Mexico—we saw two familiar sights. One was calculated to work on the systolic blood pressure, the other on the diastolic. First we saw tarpon blasting at the surface—lean, racy silver kings slashing at mullet, sending spray high as they burst up into the air.
I wanted to give Jim the best birthday present I could find. And where was there a better spot to look for it than the Ontario woods?
Circular Shotgun Sight
Spare the Hen Ducks!
E. F. HOUSTON
Jim and I were on our way to our deer camp on Drummond Island, rolling around the north end of Lake Huron in the predawn darkness of a snowy November morning. Jim had just turned eighteen, and it was his second trip to the deer woods. I had been making the annual pilgrimage so many years I'd lost count.
After Zeke Bascom cleared off a patch up near Crane's Lake and built himself a shack, I used to run supplies up to him now and then. Mostly corn meal and coffee, for Zeke drank a powerful amount of coffee. He'd sit in front of his shack till he'd finished a pot of it, then he'd dump the grounds on the grass and go inside and make another pot.
OUTDOOR LIFE is happy to reproduce these sample frames from a series of four film strips, "Conservation is Everybody's Business." The strips—produced by the Audio-Visual Division of Popular Science Publishing Company in co-operation with the World Book Encyclopaedia— were recently given an award of merit by Scholastic Teachers Magazine.
He'd never handled a rod, never seen a trout, but he did both and loved it
This healthy-looking twelve-year-old so intent on baiting his hook is Bobbie ("Skip") Barnes, a resident of New York City's densely populated west side. At this moment he's like millions of other young kids in cities and towns all over America.
Mike didn't have a fancy pedigree, but he was a born champion—and he proved it when the stake was a man's life
The pup's nose was full of acrid smoke. It choked him, burning his throat and eyes. Trembling, he pressed against a corner of the shed, while his mother tore feverishly at the hard earth, trying to open a hole through which she could escape with her puppies.
There are so many different plugs on the market today that the beginner has a tough problem choosing among them. Since he hasn't the time to use all of them, even if he could afford them, he must be selective. It's not so simple as it was, some years ago, when I bought my first plug.
Here's the way to put a crawfish on your hook—according to Ozark Warf, of Missouri: "First of all, use a fine-wire hook, not something that looks like a farmer's wire fence. I use a dry-fly salmon hook and find it very good. I hook the crab through the tail so that the hook comes out on top and far enough from the end of the tail to hold well—say from ¼ to ½ in. Leave the pincers on.
Question: Can you give me a recipe for preserving pork rind for bait?—Albert Sigler, N. Y. Answer: Remove the fat and cut the skin into strips of the desired size. Place these in a solution of salt water—strong enough to float a potato. Soak the rinds in this brine for 48 hours.
Good hunting scopes were developed much earlier than good mounts, as any rifle fan of ripe years can testify. Scopes for target shooting were perfected in this country many years ago, but no hunting scopes (of the modern type, anyway) were seen here until shortly before the first World War, when a few came in from Germany.
Question: Is the .22 conversion unit for the Colt .45 automatic accurate enough for competition shooting?—Paul R. Gould, N.Y. Answer: The unit is accurate but I do not believe that anyone shooting it in competition with a man using the Colt Match Target Woodsman would do so well.
One of the latest experiments of the lads who seek perfection—all shots in the same hole—is to make a small-capacity .270 cartridge by necking down the 7 mm. case or necking up the .257. It's curious how the world moves in cycles. Back 60 years or so ago, the famous 7 x 57 cartridge was developed by Mauser for the Spanish government and subsequently was used as a military and big-game cartridge all over the world.
Some men owned a large tract of land which, among other things, had excellent hunting cover. They sold it to a corporation but reserved to themselves the right to hunt on the land. The corporation, as time went on, permitted outsiders to go on the tract and kill game.
Some outdoorsmen never bake bread in camp. After their initial small supply of fresh bread is exhausted, they replace it with boiled cereals such as cornmeal, oatmeal, and wheat farina. Sometimes canned or dried meat is added to the mush—and chocolate, sugar, and dried fruit may also be dumped into the kettle to form a complete, more satisfying one-dish meal.
Question: Can fresh-water mussels be eaten safely in the summer? What is a good method of preparing them? I have tried frying them like oysters but they were too tough to eat.— Mrs. W. F. Cable, Pa. Answer: So far as I know, there is no summer off season when mussels should not be eaten.
Try this recipe on the coarser kinds of fresh or quick-freeze fish. ¼ cup bacon fat 2 lb. fish ½ cup chopped onion 1 cup diced celery 1 cup sliced carrots ¼ cup vinegar Salt and pepper. Cut fish into small pieces and brown in bacon fat in bottom of kettle.
Your best bet, with snakes, is to learn to recognize the four varieties that can poison man—rattler, copperhead, water moccasin, and coral snake. Steer clear of them. But if you are bitten, remember that fear or panic is your deadliest enemy.
Squalls or summer thunderstorms are, in most parts of the country, the boat owner's biggest weather hazard. Of course, rain or fog may spoil a day's outing, but either is more of a nuisance than a threat. The high-wind blows that may paralyze coastal shipping don't bother owners of small boats, for the very simple reason that small boats aren't usually caught in them.
Homemade Detector Helps Locate Lost Outboard Motor
I made this outfit to help a friend find an outboard motor he had lost in a near-by river. The bottom of the river was mucky, and we knew that the motor had sunk deep into the ooze. Nevertheless, it didn't take us long to find it. As soon as the metal prods on the bamboo pole (see sketch) touched the metal surface of the motor, the 6-volt tail-light bulb which we had hooked into the circuit lighted up.
A small inboard engine and all gear necessary to install it in a suitable hull can now be obtained in kit form. The 1¾-horsepower motor has a V-belt attachment for forward driving and a friction-contact reverse pulley. An inside stuffing box and outside strut are supplied along with a stainless-steel shaft, an aluminum propeller, and a rudder with a steel shaft and sheet-aluminum blade.
Question: I have finished building, from plans, a 12-ft. flat-bottomed plywood boat. Now I wonder if I shouldn't install some sort of floor boards, although the plans say nothing about them. Seems to me that walking on the plywood might put unnecessary strain on its fastenings.
Life-preserver cushions can double as shoulder pads when two men are packing a lightweight boat from car to water or across portages. Only a couple of small alterations are required. Cut a section from the cushion just large enough to permit it to fit snugly around the neck and across the shoulders, as shown in the sketch.
The average gunner isn't particularly interested in field trials. He finds his greatest satisfaction in watching the work of his dogs and pitting his strategy against that of a wily pheasant or quail. Since he values his dog as companion and hunting partner, blue ribbons and field-trial records don't impress him.
Question: How are minks hunted with hounds?—Ernest Hiler, N. J. Answer: Just like other furred animals. A hound usually picks up the scent along one of the water courses minks inhabit. By following the trail, he may succeed in actually catching the mink.
Question: The kennel yard I've built for my 9-month-old Labrador retriever has a cement floor. Are friends right when they insist that this kind of floor is injurious to the health of my dog?—R. E. Altgilbers, III. Answer: Many owners use cement floors, and their dogs don't seem to suffer any ill effects.
Chokes mad fox. William Sweet, 83, Dakota City, Iowa, standing in yard, was attacked by gray fox which caught him on arm, but teeth didn't penetrate thick cloth of mackinaw. Fox then ran away, returned about 20 minutes later, was shot at with .22.
Unless there is prompt relaxation of restrictions on the use of copper, brass, plastic nylon, and a few other materials, the production of reels, rods, leaders, and most other fishermen's necessities will practically stop this fall. Sportsmen can't afford to let that happen.