Don’t know when we’ve enjoyed a magazine article more thoroughly than we did Margaret Cosgrove Lawrence’s “Next Stop Baker”—and, believe me, we have enjoyed many in the 4 years we have been reading OUTDOOR LIFE. We’ve been fishing Lake Mead since 1946 and have come across no better place for catching bass — especially large ones.
America's Conservation Pledge was the theme of an exhibit by the Hercules Rod and Gun Club of Parlin, N. J., at the annual Junior Sportsman Show of the Middlesex County Federation of Sportsmen’s Clubs, held recently in the Field House of Rutgers University, New Brunswick, N. J.
A year in the life of America’s most popular big-game animal will be shown in a series of four paintings to be published in OUTDOOR LIFE beginning with the September issue. Reproduced in full color, these beautiful studies by William Reusswig, well-known outdoor artist, will follow the whitetail deer through the cycle of the seasons.
You’re as fussy as an old dry-fly purist,” Walt Baxter grumbled as he fitted to his rod the reel I insisted he use. “Why be so particular about this tackle? We’re only going to troll for weakfish, and they don’t run more than two or three pounds.
Yes, the gals are at it again, pushing their way into another socalled man’s world—that of surf fishing. Of course, there have always been a few hardy ones who refused to be salt-water widows and tagged along with their menfolk, but now they actually have their own clubs.
HERE'S YOUR CHANCE to read while Junior watches television. Though you’re sitting next to the set, you don't hear it. The compact unit carries sound to Junior’s ear alone. Easily attaches (without tools) to any TV, radio or phonograph ; twist of dial restores full volume. $11.50 ppd. from Kentrol Corp., 10 East Coulter St., Philadelphia, Pa.
A LIGHTWEIGHT ANCHOR
HERE'S A LIGHTWEIGHT ANCHOR, cleverly designed to hold your boat as well as other larger and heavier types. Weighs only three pounds, so it’s easier to haul up, too. The ‘'Grabby” dismantles quickly for easy storage. At this price, you can have two—to keep your boat from swinging. $3.75 from Ballman Mfg. Co., 3321 Sutherland Ave., Indianapolis 18, Ind.
HERE'S THE EASY WAY to kill weeds . . . without bending over! Fill the Killer Kane with your favorite weedicide, place the point on the weed, press lightly and a measured dose of spray drenches weed. Won’t harm nearby flowers or shrubs. Durable plastic and brass construction. $2.98 postpaid, from Novelty Mart, 59 East 8th Street, New York City.
Museum of Historical Arms
IF YOU’RE IN THE MARKET for a pair of French dueling pistols, vintage 1807, or any other antique firearm, American or foreign, you’ll find it described and illustrated in this reference book for gun nuts. Lists gunsmiths of Europe, and includes table of hall marks. $1.00 postpaid, from the Museum of Historical Arms, 945 Lincoln Road, Miami Beach, Fla.
FISHERMEN, here’s an imported German knife with oversized cork handles — meaning it’ll float if you drop it overboard. Two blades, one a cutting edge, the other combines fish scaler, hook disgorger, and opener. There’s a lanyard loop on one end, for easy retrieving. $4.95 postpaid, from Edith Chapman, 50 Piermont Avenue, Nyack, New York.
PLINKING with your .22 rifle or handgun becomes simpler with this new cartridge dispenser. Holds a full box of 50 .22 caliber cartridges, keeps them visible in clear plastic tubes. A twist of the wrist drops shells into hand or tubular magazine. Clips to belt. $2.98 postpaid, from Durden-Fraley, Dept. 1, 1067 Peachtree Street, Atlanta, Georgia.
FRONTIER WARE, the camp chef’s newest find, provides big cups, plates, and a big coffee pot for hearty outdoor meals. Speckled grey porcelain on steel, these unbreakable pieces are ideal for camp, cabin, or backyard barbecue. Nine piece set includes 4 mugs, 4 plates, 1 35-cup coffee boiler, $10.95 postpaid, from Rocklin Gifts, 600 New York Ave., Bklyn, N.Y.
HERE'S A FOLDING SEAT that you can carry in your pocket next time you go fishing. Good, too, on a deer stand ... or in a duck blind. Folds to the size of a book, and though it weighs only 19 ounces, it’ll support 300 pounds. Measures 14" high when set up. Each $3.95 postpaid from Major League Suppliers, 58 East 11th St., New York City.
lightweight rod case
PROTECT YOUR RODS with this new lightweight rod case, constructed of 1%" square magnesium tubing. Its rubber end caps are watertight, and serve as cushions for rod tips and ferrules. It floats. Lengths, 36" to 60" (extra lengths available at 50 per inch), priced at $3.40 to $4.90, from Pak-a-Rod, P.O. Box 630, Pomona, Calif.
packaged fresh bait
YOU’LL BE READY for fishing if you’re equipped with a supply of this packaged fresh bait. Razor clams, squid, skimmers or quahogs are packed to retain their natural color, odor and taste. Recommended for fresh or salt water. A few cans in your car, boat or camp should insure productive fishing. 9 oz. jar $1.25, from Roger Hale, Box 7, East Providence, R. I.
LIGHT YOUR WAY, indoors and out, with this luminous paint. It glows in the dark — a big help around the house, or in camp. Use it, too, on casting plugs, house numbers, light switches, door knobs, steps, moorings, boat dock—anything you’d like to see after dark. Bottle, $1.00 postpaid, from Spencer Gifts, Inc., Atlantic City, New Jersey.
LIGHTWEIGHT RUBBERS from Brazil are designed to provide non-skid footing in rain and mud. They’ll roll up small enough to fit in pocket or glove compartment, be close at hand when the rains come. Unique design allows foot ventilation, so they’re comfortable if left on indoors. Give shoe size. $3.98 from StaDri, 147-47 Sixth Avenue, Whitestone 57, N. Y
IF YOU THINK the phases of the moon have a bearing on the feeding habits of fish, you’ll want to plan your next trip with this calculator. It’ll tell you the best hours to fish on any particular day. Made of plastic, it’s correct for any time zone, and can be used year after year. $1.00 postpaid, from Kahill, Dept. 403, 203 East River St., Rockton, Illinois.
HOOK HOLDER for snelled hooks is made of lightweight, floatable plastic, and holds 20 hooks from 6” to 14" long. Spring-controlled metal hooks hold snells taut, prevent twisting and tangling. Measures 11" long; slips easily into tackle box or pocket. $1.25 postpaid from Miles Kimball, 320 Bond St., Oshkosh, Wisconsin.
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.
"Catch fish or go hungry," was our creed. And we had the whole Gulf of Mexico to put it to the test
Handy Holder for License
Helen C. Graham
Emmett Gowen and I were baking under a torrid Gulf sun, that spring morning, while small croakers stole our live shrimp one by one. The shrimp were intended for trout, meaning weakfish. When there were two shrimp left I said, “I’m sure glad we aren’t fishing for our lunch.”
My job was driving a locomotive for the Santa Fe but my hobby was big-game hunting and guiding. The guiding was more a labor of love than anything else; I just wanted to be with people who liked hunting as much as I did. I took out such noted men as Theodore Roosevelt.
A cross the Yellowstone River the Absaroka Mountains looked bleak. There were snow patches above timberline and it must have been downright cold up there, because one of the peaks had reached out a hand and pulled a cloud around its shoulders.
This was the big night. The boys had received their last lessons in dry firing. Tonight they’d use live bullets. The range was set up in a brick-and-concrete building, and as the instructors distributed rifles and target ammunition they cautioned their youthful charges against any careless shooting that might endanger the lives of those in the room.
The seemingly endless cypress swamp, deep and mysterious, had us under its spell from the moment we arrived. The rods lay in the boat, unused. We’d spent the first two hours simply puttering along, listening to the myriad sounds, guiding the boat among lush-grown bayous and creek mouths, out over the openings in the eelgrass— absorbing it all.
It was a solemn moment. The bugler stood with his back to the assembled company, facing the long red rays of the setting sun that slanted down the cathedral aisle of black pines. The golden notes rang clear in the autumn air and echoed back across the valley.
Standing on Dick Arnold’s dock at Bemus Point early on a cold midOctober morning, I idly fingered the little bundle of metal strips in my jacket pocket. Each was a fish tag with a serial number stamped on it. Looped through a muskie’s mouth and gill, and locked in place, a tag would give me the right to possess that particular fish.
Muskellunge are tough fish to hook—no question about it. Many an angler has worked good water all season without landing one. Then how explain a man who has averaged 30 muskies a year for 15 years? And gets them in a river that has long been considered fished out as far as muskies are concerned?
Just a thousand miles away from home—and a-waitin’ for a train.” The refrain of a lonesome hobo’s song kept running through my mind. It was one of life’s darkest hours. There I was, in the shadow-filled lobby of Arco’s biggest hotel. It was now nearly dark, but I could still visualize the bleak, lonesome, sagebrush flats of Idaho.
I sat in the stern of the white skiff, watching Dick Searle chuck a bass plug against the shore of Long Lake. I was sorry I’d come. There are some things better left alone and one of them is trying to recapture the past of 20 years ago. I’d been skeptical when Dick suggested fishing here —for old time’s sake but I didn’t like to let him down.
I hadn’t seen my skeet-shooting pal for some days. “I missed you last Sunday,” he said. “Why weren’t you out for some skeet?” “Oh, I wasn’t in town,” I told him. “I was hunting mountain sheep.” “In February? What kind, for the love of Mike?” “Sardinian mouflon.”
The professor of biology told us about it at the beginning of the spring term. He’s Dr. Herbert L. Stahnke, head of the department of biological sciences, Arizona State College, and way up there on research in animal poisons. Any class member, he said, could earn up to 100 extra points toward his final grade in biology by collecting such things as tarantulas, scorpions, black-widow spiders, and poisonous snakes.
I had persuaded my brother Pete to drive 1,600 miles and climb 10,000 feet to get to this snow-streaked ridge in Wyoming’s Wind River Mountains. So I watched his face as his eyes swept the country. It was a wild, jagged range, laced with cool green timber and lingering snowdrifts at a time when our home state of Michigan sweltered in a July heat wave.
I had promised Dr. Jean Reynaud of the French School of Medicine at Kabul, Afghanistan, some real hunting in India. In view of previous entanglements with customs red tape we’d left our Winchesters at home along with our wives and families.
The farthest northwest tip of the United States proper is a rock island called Tatoosh, a bleak pile decorated with a lighthouse and beaten endlessly with huge gray rollers that sweep in from 6,000 miles of open Pacific. Just inside Tatoosh the primitive stone spearhead of Cape Flattery, Washington, jabs at the sea.
In Alaska the demand for lumber exceeds the supply. Timber cut one day becomes part of a building the next. One fall my partner and I built a cabin on our fishing-and-hunting site, and I’m telling you, when we started driving nails overhead we had to wear raincoats to keep the dripping sap from soaking us to the skin.
All the way up U.S. 6 from Denver to Fort Morgan, Colo., a thunderstorm stood black and angry in the heat-hazed August sky ahead of us. As we slowly overhauled the slow-moving front, the clouds grew darker and more ominous. Lightning split the sky and exploded in threads of red fire.
A few months ago I would have said anyone who claims he can always catch bass was either crazy or just bragging, but I’ll listen politely now. It may be true. My new faith in infallible bass fishermen is the result of an invitation to fish with George Hary at a lake in central Florida.
Question : I've bought a nice 9-ft. fly rod for trout, but when I showed it to a friend who is an expert trout fisherman he told me it was too long—that a rod of 7 or 7½ ft. is better. So I plan to sell my new one and get a shorter rod. What length and weight do you recommend?
The best seller among shotguns in the United States is the 12 gauge pump gun with a 30-in. full-choke barrel. It is what the customers demand and, naturally, what the manufacturers supply. Such a gun is all right for deliberate pass-shooting at ducks at from 45 to 60 yd.
Question : My World War II souvenir pistol is marked “F.B. Radom Mod. 35.” Can ammunition be bought for it in this country?— Jerry Trojan, Mich. Answer: That pistol is of Belgian design and Polish manufacture. It’s chambered for the cartridge used in the Luger and the Walther P-38—the 9 mm.
Outboard motors are becoming more trouble-free and foolproof each year. Service and parts are available in practically every section. The motors stand up so well that many of them are traded in on new ones only because the owner wants to get some modern feature.
Question: Should I paint the bottom of my aluminum boat to remove the glare that might frighten fish? What color would be best?— J. H. Des Jarlais, S. Dak. Answer: I’ve never seen any proof that the shiny bottom of an aluminum boat scares fish.
A survey by the American Automobile Association discloses that 75 million people (nearly half the nation’s population) take annual vacation trips. About 66 million travel by auto. There are no figures indicating how many carry tents and camp out on these trips, but the number must be large; at least 40 million people visited our national parks last year, and most parks have tent sites and camping facilities.
Question: People keep telling me crows are good to eat. Are they?—Robert Johnson, Okla. Answer: All jokes to the contrary notwithstanding, a lot of people eat crows and like them. The young ones are called rooks in England and have long been treated as game birds and hunted for food.
The most popular gun dog we have today is the rabbit hound, and it makes no difference whether he’s a beagle, basset, trail, or whatnot. His popularity is attributable mostly to the fact that his prey, the wary cottontail, has mastered the art of survival better than most other wild game and has become nature’s gift to thousands of hunters who hanker for a day’s gunning not too far from home.
Question : Ever since he got a pus infection behind his left eye a year ago, which has since cleared up, my beagle can’t hold rabbit scent longer than 5 minutes. He loses the scent completely, but if I keep him quiet for a few minutes it comes back.
Question: How old should my pup be before I start training him on rabbits?—Charles Handlin, Pa. Answer: At least seven months. Wait until he’s reached his major growth and has all but two of his teeth. Then the additional strain and work of training won’t hinder his growth.
Hammer got gator. Mack Plaisance, fishing for crawfish with his 8year-old son near Bridge City, La., spied 10-ft. 2-in. alligator less than foot away from the boy. Plaisance killed gator by hitting it on head with clawhammer . . . Eagles battle.
GREENBACKS. If your wife complains about the high price of meat, tell her the cost of striped bass on Long Island. A poll of 50 members of a surf club there reveals they took 931 stripers in 1952 at a total cost of $40,499, which figures out about $43 per fish.