Every fall, thousands of hawks are killed for sheer pleasure by sadistically inclined hunters as they pass over certain mountain areas in their migrations. The fact that there are only three unprotected hawks means nothing to these gunners; I have found ospreys, vultures, eagles, and every species of protected hawks killed.
It was almost dark when the buck stepped into the clearing that I’d been watching all afternoon. He presented a fair target, silhouetted against the snow, and when I fired once he went down—but only for a second. Then he bounced back into the undergrowth and headed down into some swampland.
Cradling my fly rod in my left arm, I waded by an island of mangroves in the tidal flats of southern Florida. Ahead of me, beside a promising channel, was a high pile of oyster shells, an ideal spot from which to look for gamefish. I climbed on the shells, pushed my sunglasses up on my nose, and searched the water for fish.
Lawson Sugden, British Columbia game biologist, crept to his usual observation point in the early morning of Friday, November 5, 1954, and looked down on the three-acre corral 700 yards away. Each morning for weeks he had done the same thing, always hoping to see a worth-while number of the almost extinct California bighorn sheep inside the paddock.
HERE'S A REAL COOL PIPE, in more ways than one. The new "Double-Dri" construction ingeniously provides a cooler, drier smoke. Equipped with famous Medico filters. With "formal" black bowl as shown, or with contrasting briar bowls, $2.50 (with box of 10 filters). Additional bowls, $1.00 each. From Frank Medico, 18 East 54th St., N. Y.
heavy-gauge scratch-proof aluminum
YOU WON'T WORRY about who's feeding the dog with this new device. Slide tray of food into holder, set automatic clock release, and . . . right on schedule ... the food tray slides out and dinner is served! It's made of heavy-gauge scratch-proof aluminum. $10.50, from Magic Mold Inc., Dept. OL, 467 Livonia Ave., Brooklyn 7, N. Y.
DO YOU KNOW where to go in Florida for vacation pleasure, fishing, retirement, business opportunity? Here's the book that tells all about it, written by Norman Ford, president of the Globe Trotters Club (who lives in Florida when he's not globe-trotting). $2.00 from Harian Publications, 36 Franklin Blvd., Greenlawn, L. I., New York.
INSTEAD OF a valve and ring job, drop Motaloy tabs in your fuel tank. While you're driving, Motaloy's replating action takes place on pistons and cylinder walls . . . increases gas mileage, stops excessive oil burning. Passenger car package, $6.00, from R. E. Olson Company, Mezzanine, So. Texas Building, San Antonio, Texas.
STOW your electric-starting outboard's battery in this new "Batri-Box". Provides safe and convenient stowage. Made of ⅜" marine ply, sized fo fit most batteries. Lid secures with friction catches; opens easily for inspection or removal. Cable holes in back; vent holes in front. $7.95 from Lafayette Supply Co., West Lafayette, Ohio.
THESE NEW WADERS are made of genuine rubber, and are cut full at the top for comfort and protection. Double sole for longer wear. Equipped with suspender buttons. In O.D. color, they're just $8.49. Foot sizes 612. The suspenders are available at $1.39 more. From Strago Manufacturing Company, Dept. W-1 ,211 Seventh Ave. N. Y. 11, N. Y.
MO-JO brings back that favorite plug, when it seems hopelessly snagged. Won't fray or break spinning, casting or trolling line. Attach stout cord to Mo-Jo; slide down line to fouled lure; weight jars lure loose, or shovel catches hook and disengages it from snag. $1.75 from Mo-Jo Co., Box 365, Tucker, Ga.
YOU'LL KNOW HOW FAST you're going with this gadget, a new boat speedometer that's simple to use. Just stick it in the water for a few seconds; then read speed directly. Measures speeds from 5 to 35 miles an hour; in fresh or salt water. It's plastic —can't corrode. $3.95, from Betzel Specialty Manufacturing Co., Arlington, Texas.
CAR KENNEL makes travel easy for dog (and dog owner). Fits back seat of any car. It's collapsible. Folds to neat six-inch-wide package when not in use. Use it for car, plane, bus travel. Sturdily made of naturalfinish plywood, heavy screen. Door has lock. Three sizes to fit all breeds, from $35.00. Keene Supply Co., Box 423, Concord, Mass.
THE SQUATTER is designed for surf fishermen, but bank fishermen will find it useful. You can sit in comfort . . . within easy reach of your gear. Adjusts to three heights. Eliminates need for sand spike. Rod holder fits surf, spinning or bait casting rods. $4.95 prepaid, from Cal-Sun Products Company, 1653 Logan Avenue, San Diego 13, Calif.
A BEAUTIFUL PAIR OF RODS the "Black Watch" matched set. Includes a 5' casting rod and a 6' spinning rod, with solid black glass tips. Colorfully wrapped, they've got hardened steel guides, and genuine cork grips. Cloth carrying bags included. $10.95 from Premax Products, 5560 Highland Ave., Niagara Falls, N. Y.
ROLL YOUR BOAT right up on the beach easily, "on a cushion of air", with these new Airollers. One man can handle a 1,200 lb. boat with 'em. Inflate by lung power. Ideal for bottom cleaning, transporting and storing. Store compactly . . . deflated, an Airoller is only 4" x 15". $15 each, from Airoller Company, Broad Street, Guilford, Conn.
At 12,000 feet I find bulls still come big where Teddy Roosevelt and Buffalo Bill Cody hunted 50 years ago
During the middle of the night something awakened me and for a moment I thought I was back in Tanganyika listening to the dawn roaring of a pride of lions. But in seconds my consciousness spun me back around the world. The interlaced branches of the trees above were not the thorn or fever trees of Africa, but American fir and spruce.
One October evening in 1952 a pretty University of Alaska coed tentatively bit into a chunk of dark, oily, slightly fish-flavored meat, chewed on it a moment, then with a quick look around to see if anyone was watching, surreptitiously put it back on her plate.
This Kentuckian catches so many huge fish that even the wardens had to find out how he does it
J. HARVEY JEFFRIES
The dock was still some 200 yards ahead as we entered the channel. I cut the motor, eased our respectable string of bass over the side, and began readying tackle for our departure. It had been fun, these last two days. We’d been fishing Dale Hollow Reservoir, that fabulous smallmouth lake on the Kentucky-Tennessee border.
I had a wounded gaur on one side, two rogue elephants on the other, and no place to go
CYRIL E. HOLLAND
I’m British but I’ve spent most of my life in India, where my father came as a young man with the British army. I learned one or two of the local dialects at an early age, made pals with local shikaris (hunters), and began tramping the jungles at the age of 13 or 14. For the past 20 years I’ve been in the Madras area, the hilly coastal province that tea and coffee planters share with elephants, bison, tigers, and bears.
Spearfishermen find new thrills, hunting deep-water fish in the open ocean. Party boat takes them out to coral banks where weird game awaits them in shallow waters
CARROLL SEGHERS II
When Capt. Jordan Klein noses his 38-foot cabin cruiser Arbalete out of Government Cut at Miami, Fla., it may look like just another party fishing boat headed for deep water with a cargo of hopeful anglers. But this is a party fishing boat with a difference.
Though things got so tough the Indians left the country, we poor homesteaders ate rabbits and hung on. Smithy and I even got cocky enough to risk a moose hunt in midwinter
I’ve taken part in many north-woods moose hunts and enjoyed most of them, though some were far from pleasant. It’s the tough ones we remember longest—ones involving hardship, even suffering and danger. There was one moose hunt I remember above all others.
From the time man first scrawled symbols of his hunting exploits on the walls of caves, the great red stag has been a cherished trophy of the chase. In parts of Europe, Asia Minor, Africa, and New Zealand the hart’s noble nose and majestic antlers dominate the walls of hunters’ dens. And America too has a relative of the red deer—the wapiti, or elk.
This Tennessee crappie fisherman trails his little boat to Florida and gets fish cruisers can't reach
My private “herd” of tarpon inhabits a little blue channel between two mangrove keys on the outer edge of the great Florida reef—the Keys. The channel leads in between wide, seaward flats, forks like a wishbone, and splays out just inside the islands.
The old-time waterman had both legs curled under him, the way little girls on a picnic do. Now and then he’d stop work on the decoy to rub bony knuckles over a gray stubble beard. He glanced up as I approached, shifted on the bench, and with calculated strokes worked out the finishing touches.
Man-eaters are rare, but this bruin, prowling where one got a child two years earlier, was a new menace
CARL T. JOHNSON
The call came from Alex Van Luven in Brimley. That was enough to get me excited right away. My hobby is hunting bears with dogs, and I’ve made an offer to go after any bear that’s doing damage anywhere in Michigan. Brimley, on the state’s upper peninsula, is the town near which a threeyear-old child was carried off and killed by a black bear on July 7, 1948.
The angry words reminded me again that if you want your boy to like fishing you must do it his way
ANTHONY R. STONE
Late one Saturday morning a group of us congregated on a bridge over the Gunpowder River, a favorite trout stream near Baltimore. We had come at dawn for some uncrowded wading and the icy waters had given us good fishing. As the late-comers arrived, we were getting ready to leave, sharing in that good feeling that follows early-morning fishing in spring.
Many a hunter has knocked himself out to climb within reasonable rifle range of a mountain goat. Anyone who has had that experience will be as surprised as I was by an encounter I had recently in the Olympic Mountains of northwestern Washington, where the goats are protected.
Our task, as Juan saw it, was to let Señor O'Connor know that the noblest of all deer abide in Sonora
Lewis S. McAnally and I were mining partners and hunting pals in old Mexico. We seldom let the mine interfere with hunting and fishing. Very few of our Mexican friends knew English, yet they were all intensely interested in North American sports, so Jack O’Connor’s “Where to Look for Trophy Heads,” in OUTDOOR LIFE for October, 1953, really started something south of the border.
My friend was a still-water man—until he learned how a salmon fights in fast water on Maine's Magalloway River
ALDEN G. STEVENS
This fishing trip Maynard Dodge and I took to the western side of Maine was no spur-of-the-moment affair. I suppose it had been germinating for several years, but the decision to fish the Magalloway River came to flower last February as we sat before an open fire Down East, hearing gale-driven sleet off the Atlantic beat against the windows.
The boys at the inn raised their eyebrows when I came to my new parish with a bow and a coonhound
REV. ROY WINGATE
When I moved my family in 1953 from Ames, Nebraska, to Schuyler, a small town to the west, there wasn’t an archer in the area, nor had there been since Sitting Bull last led his warriors to a shindig at old Fort Omaha. And to the solid citizenry of this community, a Lutheran minister who arrived at a new parish with a red coonhound, a bow, and a quiver of brightly fletched arrows was eccentric, if not downright odd.
The popularity of boating, both for itself and as an adjunct to fishing and hunting, continues to forge ahead at an unprecedented rate. Many of the manufacturers I’ve been in touch with while preparing this preview confidently predict that this year’s sales of boats and motors will reach all-time highs, and they back up their predictions by pointing to new developments which they feel are bound to have an important bearing on the industry’s future.
For many a year, hunters have been wanting an autoloading rifle for the .30/06 cartridge—not an 11-lb. light machine gun that looks like something Buck Rogers might carry, but a sleek, sporter-weight job that looks like a rifle. The new Remington Model 740 is it.
I’ve been tempted to devote my entire column to fly fishing as a means of catching crappies, yellow perch, and rock bass, but too many experiences come back to remind me that flies are just one way. So here’s how to be consistently successful with these three fish—by using flies while they work and the other productive systems when they fail.
My first camp knife was a 40¢ butcher model with beechwood handle and 5-in. blade. Although awkward for fine whittling, it served very well to clean fish and game, shave kindling, point tent pegs, and slice bacon. You can buy a similar tool if you want to keep equipment costs low; it’s called a “kitchen knife" now, and the price will run around $1.
Sportsmen had a fine opportunity to study the differences between the hunting styles of Brittany, springer, and cocker spaniels at the national field trials run over the game preserve at Crab Orchard Lake, Herrin, 111. November 27 to December 7.
Penalty fitted. Litterbug left his campsite in Wisconsin state forest sloppy with refuse. Litter included paper with fellow’s name and address. Authorities issued warrant. To get it quashed litterbug spent entire day picking up his and other campers’ waste . . . Triple in cats.
DOOMSDAY? Archery will be the salvation of public big-game hunting in densely populated states. Someday the risk of life and limb will be too great to allow anyone with the urge to fire a gun free run of the countryside during the hunting season.