STRIP mining is a hell of a mess.” Those are not our words. They come from an official in the U.S. Department of the Interior. But we agree. And this month we honor Ed Breathitt, former governor of Kentucky who left office last December, for the no-quarter battle he waged and won to get his state a tough model law that would, hopefully, bring this wayward industry under control in the Kentucky coal fields.
The January issue of OUTDOOR LIFE carried a letter ( page 8 ) from a Lloyd H. Vollmer, Mankato, Minnesota, in which Mr. Vollmer stated that Minnesota’s snowmobile registration fee had been changed from $8 to $1. This is in error. There have been no changes in the registration fee.
I’VE JUST FINISHED writing to a reader who asked me whether or not I would recommend his taking up field archery and becoming a member of the National Field Archery Association. He also wanted me to list the advantages and disadvantages of N.F.A.A. membership for someone whose main interest is bowhunting.
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These strange grouse bug us on our moose stalk, but then we get the chance to turn the tables
THE THREE TROPHY-SIZE bull moose were browsing on willows above timberline on the Alaskan hillside. My brother Don and I had been stalking them for an hour, following them up a long draw, and now we were crawling through grassy openings in the willows.
ALMOST ANYONE interested in stepping up to a larger boat is going to find the new stern-drive offerings hard to resist, mainly because so much has been happening in this field. All of the major outboard-boat manufacturers are currently producing stern-drives, giving the prospective buyer a wide choice of hull types in the 16 to 25-foot range.
EVERY WESTERN movie has its good guys and bad guys. So does camping, but here they aren’t identified by black or white hats. Camping’s good guys are recognized by the wrinkle-free tents and dining flys they help to support, and by straight and rigid poles; its bad guys go off in inefficient directions and result in some pretty sad-looking tents and other shelters.
The edibility of the black bear is a matter that’s often discussed long and heatedly by woodsmen and hunters. Some claim that bear meat is good or even delicious, while those on the other side of the fence say that old Ursus americanus is good for nothing but rugs.
Here is how two sportsmen-governors won battles to control strip mining’s evils. Will other states follow suit?
ERWIN A. BAUER
In articles in the past two issues of OUTDOOR LIFE, the authors described the devastation left by strip mining, telling of lakes and streams killed by acid wastes and of thousands of acres of game habitat ruined. They also cited scattered examples of successful reclamation, proving that stripped lands can he salvaged and put to use.
The huge moose tore through the willows as he bore down on us at point-blank range
JOHN O. CARTIER
BEN GREGORY WAS AS STILL as a statue in the bow of the canoe. He was hunched over, rifle ready, and he hadn't moved for 10 minutes. My rifle was also half raised, my palms were clammy, and my heart seemed ready to jump out of my chest. In the stern, Joe Ross, a Cree Indian guide, was moaning the love call of a cow moose through his roll of birch bark.
When John Cartier, OUTDOOR LIFE’S Midwest field editor, made the moose hunt in Manitoba that he describes in these pages, he was required to wear white coveralls and either a white or blaze-orange cap. He wore a blaze-orange cap (see cover and illustration on preceding pages).
Our bluegill system gives us limits even when most fishermen go home skunked
The BRUSH ALONG the lake’s shoreline was clothed with thick frost, and the sun had just cleared the horizon, bathing the February countryside with dazzling light. The bitter cold was the kind that burns your nose and turns the crisp snow into diamond chips.
For years I dreamed of a mule deer for The Book and passed up fair racks. Would I get skunked again?
IT WAS BEGINNING TO LOOK like another one of those years. I had spent many seasons afoot, in jeeps, and in the saddle, determined to find the largest mule-deer rack in all creation. Many times I passed up small and medium-crowned mule deer, only to find that my hunting time had run out faster than I realized.
Why are some of them crashing successes while others fell flat? O’Connor gives his answers
THE GENERATION-LONG span of years since the end of World War II has witnessed a remarkable proliferation of centerfire rifle cartridges —a genuine explosion of new designs. The 1920’s saw the introduction in this country of some new cartridges— the .300 Savage, the .270 Winchester among them—and the naturalization of the British-designed .375 and .300 H. & H. Magnums.
We unlock the door to a week of thrills with a boat, a ladder, and a camp on an uninhabited island
ROBERT F. BURGESS
STANDING ATOP a stepladder 10 miles off the Florida Keys. big Jim Thompson was having a rod-thumping good time with what we thought was another bomb-crater jewfish. If not a jewfish, it was strong enough to be a brute of a mangrove snapper. We never found out.
It was hard to believe. We were all but alone on a roadside reservoir full of husky rainbows
The WILLOWY TIP of Archie Corbari’s spinning rod twitched twice and then bucked, and the rod toppled from the chunk of flinty ice on which it had been leaning. Archie had been kibitzing in my direction and didn’t see it fall. I tried to shout a warning.
No matter what you call ground squirrels, they afford top sport for varminteers the year round
I EASED MY pickup into the scanty shade of a tall, slender oak. An open ridge rose sharply beyond the brown flat. The side of the ridge was riddled with ground-squirrel burrows. The little devils were everywhere. Some sat upright at the mouths of their holes, flagging their tails as they shrieked alarm calls.
Looking for lunkers in fresh water or salt? Maybe you should cast the huge streamers that imitate real baitfish
THE DAY WAS COOL and gray on Great Bear Lake. Clouds hung low there on the Arctic Circle in Canada’s Northwest Territories. My brother Frank and I had taken a few dozen of Great Bear’s lake trout. Using spinning and bait-casting tackle, we had landed fish ranging from 10 to 28 pounds.
Grizzlies can make you laugh or make you sweat. But it’s their unexpected mayhem that can turn your hair gray
THE LOGIC BEHIND a grizzly bear’s actions has often eluded me. The things that change a grizzly from lumbering hair and meat into a cunning, raging demon are varied and sometimes seem trivial. But whenever there is a grizzly around, you should expect trouble and the unexpected.
Are you up on the many facets of firearms and ammunition? Do long-barreled shotguns really shoot farther than shorter-barreled ones? Which calibers are best for deer? Which for varmints? How about elephants? What’s the story on magnum shotgun shells?
IT WAS ONE of those magic spring mornings that send a fisherman’s heart into orbit. Everything was there. A high-altitude river—Colorado’s Gunnison—was flowing wild and boisterous. Large and small flies were hatching sporadically over its surface.
SPOT FISH, Jimmy!” shouted Herb Lunde, skipper of the Lazy Lass, a 42-foot fishing cruiser. Jimmy, the mate, scrambled up the tuna tower as Herb brought the boat closer to a bed of floating debris 35 miles off the coast of southern Florida. Our trolling baits—strips of mullet and balao— were meant for dolphin, sailfish, white marlin, bonito, and whatever else we could raise.
I WOULDN’T GIVE two cents for any bird shot over a flushing dog!” “You can have those blue-blooded windsplitters. Give me a meat dog anytime!” “The best darned pheasant dog I ever saw was our beagle!” There you have three different and very positive statements made by dog owners of my acquaintance.
Pennsylvanians who can't wait for opening day of trout season might try some of the streams selected for year-round fishing in their state. According to Robert J. Bielo, executive director of the Pennsylvania Fish Commission, there is no closed season on trout in the tailwaters of the Youghiogheny River, extending about one mile below Youghiogheny Dam.
There are many calibers to choose from, but it is still true you have to hit ’em to kill ’em
RALPH W. YOUNG
THE OBJECTIVE of the bear hunter is to kill a bear with a single, well-placed bullet, but the experienced man doesn’t use a rifle designed for elephants and rhinos to do it. The chap visiting Alaska to hunt coastal brown bears is likely to have absorbed a couple of fallacious notions prior to his trip, and as a result he takes along a rifle too powerful for him to handle effectively.
All Remington 20 gauge shot shells will be loaded in yellow cases henceforth so that they will not be confused with 12 gauge shells. Many 12 gauge shotguns have been blown up when a 20 gauge shell has been dropped into the breach and the shooter, thinking the chamber unloaded, has dropped in a 12 gauge shell and has fired it.
Sportsman. One of the first deer-kill reports in the Adirondacks this season came from a 19-year-old hunter who advised the conservation department’s Warrensburg office that he had shot a doe by mistake. “It’s a rare man who’ll turn himself in,” remarked top lawman France Ducuennois, who indicated that the department would be lenient in view of the teen-ager’s voluntary report.—Warren Flood, Albany (N. Y.) Knickerbocker News.