While I realize from past experience the futility of calling attention to any errors of editors or artists in your supermagazine, or that it will ever see the light of day in "What's on Your Mind" or get more than the usual polite brush-off, I cannot as an engineer fail to see the ridiculous position in which your artist has put L. H. Fowler in "This Happened to Me!" in the August issue.
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 hunt in any state or province, get a copy of the current regulations from the proper agency and then read up on bag limits, local exceptions, etc.
Ever since the days when the hirsute lord and master gave his wife a loving good-by tap on the head with his club and sallied forth from his cave in search of a nice dinosaur steak for his family, the hunting instinct in the male has been dominant.
I was stopping at Greyhound Key to do some fishing with my 12-year-old daughter, when I met the pugnacious pelican. The key is one of many that form the overseas highway going from the mainland to Key West, Fla. There is a coral, isthmuslike strip there, with deep water on both sides, so about sundown Nita and I took our fishing gear and went out to try for snapper.
The first time I saw Mr. Gagnon I knew he was a good man with a fly rod. It was a few years ago when I was bait casting for pike in western Quebec. My canoe was about fifty yards away from his, but I could see he had it though there was something odd about his style.
A tiny gem, far off any trail, it held the fightingest trout I've ever seen
FRANCIS H. AMES
I looked up in frightened awe at the 300-foot waterfall, tumbling in lacy and fearful beauty down the rocky escarpment. "I wouldn't climb the face of that cliff," I declared, "for all the trout in California." "I would," Carl Gorman said, and he did.
Elk hunting in the Wyoming mountains is no job for boys. But it pays off in trophies
At 8,000 feet, the Wyoming twilight in October is usually cold and sharp. But the night before my guide and I ended our elk hunt on Thoroughfare Creek, the pinnacles were not sculptured in their usual high relief against the velvet dome. Darkness had spread fog through the timber like soggy steam out of a swamp—thick and oppressive.
Ever see 1,000 ducks, maybe 2,000, zoom down and land in a big circle with you in the middle? A dream? It happens here
JOHN C. HORTON
Duck shootin'?" Jim exclaimed. "Why don't you come down on the Obion bottoms with my boy and me tomorrow? It's been twenty years since you've seen anything like the ducks on them bottoms right now." "No, I don't think so, Jim," I said thoughtfully.
An expert's slant on fishing for the big ones. It will be real news to most anglers
This could be the most important article you ever read on catching big fish consistently. And that applies whether you're a live-bait fisherman, plug caster, fly angler, or spinning tackle enthusiast, or whether you fish in stream, lake, or ocean.
Straining with both arms, Bill Burk gave the huge tusk a mighty heft. "Weighs a ton," he said with a grunt. "How'd you like to have a pair of these hanging over your fireplace? Those were the days—we should have hunted then." What a trophy! Even a veteran elephant hunter from Africa would have gasped at its size.
It's come to, the point," Harry Bodne complained, "where I can't go home. I've got a charming, Cahill-haired wife and a boy who unquestionably is slated for the presidency some day. But me? Brother, as head of my house, I am in low repute." "Is it money?"
Everything else went berserk, too, including a cabin roof that rained while the sun shone
We flew in from the west, from Rainy Pass, barreling along the wild, uninhabited shed of the Alaska Range. There were three of us —Seagraves, the pilot, Tex Cobb, and myself. Soon the Tonzona Basin opened ahead. First there was a steep-sided portal hacked deep into the backbone of the range, then a river of dull-hammered silver, twisting through drift-strewn sandbars.
Dramatically recording the end of a successful moose hunt, this unusually fine photograph was taken by Robert Clouthier, of Val Morin, Quebec, after a six-day expedition in the backwoods of Lower Abitibi about 250 miles north of Montreal, Canada.
Starting with a basket of purloined eggs, these sportsmen created a fabulous game area
Given good natural conditions, it's possible for a group of sportsmen to convert gameless country into a hunter's paradise. If you doubt it, ask the members of the Beaver Island Game Club, men who live on an island thirteen miles long and from three to seven wide—mixed farmland and forest—lying twenty miles offshore in northern Lake Michigan.
An escape artist with 101 tricks—that's our New England pheasant
We were sitting in the smoker, the man from Nebraska and I, while the train bored through the night. Somehow, the talk turned to pheasant hunting and the man's gray eyes lighted. "It's a great sport," he said, and began reminiscing enthusiastically.
Never believed in no trophies," said the old trapper, spitting in the corner. "Meat's for eatin'. Ain't no head wuth nailin' on a wall." "Well, how about that one?" asked the sport, pointing to a grizzly head on the cabin wall. "Biggest I ever saw."
Spike, the big liver-and-white pointer, stood his first covey of birds for us, and Roy and I moved up. "Now, we'll spread wide after we shoot on the rise," Roy said. "I'll circle that brush to the right, and you to the left. And if we miss him for as much as five minutes, we'll get in the saddle and find him."
We were warned in advance that anything can happen when you're hunting big game in Africa, so I suppose my wife and I shouldn't have been surprised. But when we started our three-month safari neither of us expected to become foster parents to three lion cubs.
Why wear yourself out on a deer stalk when you can take it easy—with better results?
It took Art Nantell twenty-eight years to kill a white-tail buck in its bed. On the morning he did it, there was a fresh fall of tracking snow and conditions were exactly right. Art walked out two or three miles from camp along an old logging-railroad grade.
Mad grizzly at thirty-foot range, tricky stalks for British Columbia goats— climaxed by a battle with wolves!
Buster Harrison said he had never been on such a hunt before in all his thirty-odd years of guiding in British Columbia. I'd hunted deer for years at home, and spent three seasons going after grizzlies and other big game in Canada —but believe me, I was to experience new thrills on that hunt in 1949!
At this late date it's no secret that shotgun gauges get their names from the number of pure-lead balls of bore diameter that it takes to make a pound. There are ten 10 gauge balls in a pound, twelve 12 gauge, and so on. The one exception is the .410, which isn't a gauge at all, but a caliber, and measured in thousandths of an inch.
A game warden checked a party of hunters and found they were carrying a spotlight but hadn't yet used it. He arrested them for violating a law that banned the use of a spotlight in "taking, killing, or attempting to kill" deer. Were they guilty?
Arrangements have been completed for the fifth annual North American Big-Game Competitions sponsored by the Boone and Crockett Club. Trophies taken in any year are eligible for awards provided they aren't listed in North American Big Game, previously registered with the committee awards, or have not been entered in any of the four previous competitions.
Question: I've been told that I can have my .30/06 Enfield rifle converted to .300 Magnum. If that is so, why cannot I load up my present .30/06 cartridges to push 180-gr. bullets with Magnum velocity?—David Kaye, N.Y. Answer: You can’t do it because the .30/06 case is not big enough to hold the powder you'd need for Magnum velocities.
Here's a photograph of the famous free-style match pistol made by Hammerli of Lenzburg, Switzerland. Hammerli pistols and rifles have won every world championship match held since the second World War. The concern's line of hunting and sporting arms is now distributed in this country by American Arms Company, Chicago.
A hearing aid specially designed to amplify woodland sounds, such as the beating of a bird's wing and the scrape of an animal's body against a twig, is now being made available to hunters and naturalists. It is a compact, one-piece unit containing powerful batteries, a high-frequency receiver, and a single cord with an earpiece.
Want a scope mounted low on your Model 39-A Marlin? Have a gun-smith round off the hammer spur and install a thumb button, as shown in the drawing. The button should be hollow, to facilitate mounting it with an Allen screw.
Rifle men have been so well briefed on the effects of excessive head-space that every time they run into a complete or partial case separation, they blame it on too much head-space. This may be the cause and it may not be. Excessive headspace is just one reason for case separations.
WHAT, NO ICEBOX? Smiley Burnette, Columbia Pictures cowboy comic, is having a fishing jacket made to order. Here's what he'll get: sixty pockets for lures, reels, etc.; waterproof rear apron, which unzips and drops down to form a padded boat seat; sun visor and cork pads for hooks and flies; and a waterresistant hood with built-in batteryoperated radio.—Jimmy Lingan, Houston Chronicle.
Carp were introduced to America from Asia, by way of Europe. And they're probably the most despised fish in the U. S. Since they are highly prolific they become objectionable by taking over a lake or stream and thoroughly ruining it for gamefish.
Billy Shiner, Eagle Scout in Explorer Post 154, Petersburg, Va., is shown in this photograph proudly wearing America's Conservation Pledge on his neckerchief. He reports that the design came out beautifully from hot-iron transfers applied to this and two other neckerchiefs.
The old-time "trunk rod," so called because it could be taken apart and carried in a trunk or traveling bag, has been revived this year by a leading rod manufacturer. It is a four-piece, featherweight, glass fly rod, and is available in two lengths and weights.
The lowly safety pin is an important part of a mighty convenient and easily carried stringer for small fish. The rig can be adapted to angling from a boat or to walking beside a stream. The boat-fishing stringer is simply a large safety pin with a split ring in its eye to which is secured a length of strong cord.
Question: Is there much difference between No. 0 and No. 00 silk thread, and can one use No. 0 to tie Streamer flies on No. 6 or 8 hooks for crappie bass instead of using No. 00?— Russell Smith, Md. Answer: No. 0 thread is rather coarse, and I would not care about using either that or No. 00 for small flies.
A resourceful camper can handle many adverse situations on his trail. If the tent leaks he'll man-age to patch it. If the grub runs short he can often augment it with gun or rod. And should the blankets prove too thin he'll kindle a fire for extra warmth.
Question: What kind of clothing would you suggest I take with me on a hunting trip to Maine?—Eric Gudat, Ohio. Answer: I'd suggest wool shirts and trousers, and part wool underwear. Take two shirts, one medium-weight and one lightweight. If it gets very cold you can put both on.
If you are thinking of buying a portable craft—one you can keep at home and take with you to the water when you want to use it—don't make the common mistake of considering only the way the boat will handle on land. True, there are certain points that must be taken into account in connection with the manner of transportation.
Question: I have a plywood racing boat, covered with canvas. Would it be harmful to leave it out in the cold this winter? Is there any special way I should lay it up—bottom, top, or on its side?—S. A. Moaw Jr., N. Y. Answer : It won't hurt your boat to leave it out for the winter provided you keep it covered with a tarp in such a way that ice or snow can't get at it.
What the heck is he looking at?" Jimmy asked out loud as he rolled over on the pine needles and trained his glass down into the valley. "Hey," he said, after a minute's observation, "there's half a dozen cows moving across the flats about 3 miles away.
To promote conservation and ensure better fishing and hunting for all, sportsmen must work together. If you don't have a club in your community, why not organize one? You'll find many who are eager to join. As a service to its readers OUTDOOR LIFE offers a special handbook, How to Form a Sportsmen's Club.
Question: My husband wants a dog that will keep the place free of small varmints—skunks, weasels, mountain beavers, and the like. Since I’m alone a great deal, I’d like one that would be a companion and watchdog. But neither of us wants a vicious animal.
Question: When we shot a buck last season we fed the liver to the dogs. The liver had several pockets in it, and when I opened them I found some worms inside. Could this be harmful to the dogs?—P. McKinney, Wis. Answer: Worms and the larvae form of worms lodge in liver.
Sun bad timekeeper. Tourist at Kincardine, Ontario, last summer squawked because sundial on monument near local post office was hour slow. Was informed sun doesn't observe Daylight Saving Time. . . Human bait. Lt. Neal C. Ryan, fishing at Sault Ste.
AFTER having been publisher of Field and Stream for nearly half a century, Eltinge F. Warner last month announced his retirement. We of OUTDOOR LIFE have known Eltinge Warner long and intimately, and we are happy to take this occasion to pay tribute to him as a distinguished sports man, an ardent advocate of wildlife conservation, and a successful publisher.