It was most gratifying to read “I Say Make Wolves Big Game!” by Erwin A. Bauer in your January issue. The article was not only informative but also seemed to view the conservation problem from every possible angle. Mr. Bauer’s ideas are reasonable and well worth the trying.
WARNING: This tabulation is compiled from official sources, but in the space available it is impossible to give full details, and in some states and provinces authorities have power to change seasons on short notice. So before you fish in any state or province, get a copy of its current regulations from the proper agency, listed below, and read up on minimum lengths, daily limits, and so on.
OUT OF THE lengthening shadows of the soft June twilight came an odd but familiar sound. It was similar to the sound a man makes when he slurps coffee from a saucer, but was more muffled. I turned around and beckoned to my companion, Jay Socalow, who was about 100 feet behind me.
Tom Andrews I ran a finger over the cold, shiny surface of the half-dozen Sprite spoons in my tackle box and slowly exercised my jaws on a hunk of half-stale coffee cake. My three companions slurped hot coffee and said very little.
A FEW MONTHS ago I did a piece on camping gear of the future. Some of that gear was pretty far out but not so far out as I had thought. Since writing that column for the October 1967 issue of OUTDOOR LIFE, I have attended the National Sporting Goods Association trade show in Chicago and visited a lot of sporting-goods and outfitting stores.
∎ Walleyes are good eating almost any way you cook them. But a couple of years ago I caught a fine batch of “jack salmon,” as some people call walleyes, and found a special way to bake them. Here it is. After cleaning the fish and removing heads and tails, split them, open them up as you would a book, and place them skin side down on a wire rack in a shallow pan.
OFTEN READERS ASK: “Is it possible to have one rig that will be suitable both for fishing coastal waters and for fishing inland bodies?” Sometimes the answer is easy. A socalled all-purpose boat will fill the bill. After all, the average manufactured boat is something of a compromise.
WAIT'LL YOU SEE the riffle I have in mind!" Mickey Lang said. "About midmorning this early in the year the hatches should be starting. If there's a hatch it'll be boiling with trout –big trout!" It was June 1 of last year. Mickey and I had met and spent the night in Farmington, up in the far northwestern corner of New Mexico.
IT WAS A CHEERLESS windy September day. The tops of the mountains were obscured by clouds, but no rain was falling, and visibility down by the sea was good. It was no worse than fall days are likely to be along the bleak coast of the Alaska Peninsula; in fact, it was better than many.
Follow these techniques from this master angler and you’re a cinch to add fun to your fishing and fish to your creel
EVERY MOVE you make in trout fishing counts for or against you. The way you approach a pool, the way you cast and handle your line, how you retrieve, how you strike, how you play the fish, how you land him—all are important factors. If you plan your tactics according to the demands of each situation, you’ll catch a lot more trout over a season.
THE WHOLE THING started innocently enough. Our 1967 British Columbia big-game season was due to end November 26, and I for one was looking forward to the day. So was my wife Vi. We run a hunting, fishing, and outfitting camp on Quesnel Lake at the foot of the Canadian Rockies 20 miles northeast of the town of Horsefly.
FLOYD BERNARD was a little confused. He was talking to me over his office telephone, but his mind was on fishing. “Look, John,” he told me, “those walleyes are there, and I know they can be caught. Five of us caught thirty Sunday morning. My son Tim got six last night after work.
∎ In July 1967, Erwin A. Bauer and his 17-year-old son Bob set out for Alaska from Columbus, Ohio, in a four-wheel-drive station wagon. Their equipment included two tents, a variety of fishing tackle, and camping and cooking gear so that they could fish or camp anywhere they chose.
THE BIG WILD GOBBLER was still thrashing on the ground as Jim Harris ran to it from his perch along a ridge overlooking the river bottom. Carefully, he avoided being raked by the bird’s sharp spurs as he picked it up for us to see. His face was beaming happiness and excitement as he stood there in the early-morning light.
THE LITTLE yellow-bodied jig fly plunked into the water about 30 feet from the boat. I let it sink for a couple of seconds, then lifted the tip of my light spinning rod to take up the slack and started a slow retrieve. The two-pound-test monofilament was hard to see against the gray light of the morning sky.
I’d waited four years for this bass lake to grow up. Now I heard it had-and I heard right!
ROBERT F. BURGESS
THE LAST TIME I’d seen Bobby Brookins he was up to his belt loops in white bass. It was the summer of 1963, and he was spinfishing his way through a hungry crowd of yearling whites that were schooling along the lock wall of Walter F. George Dam in southwestern Georgia.
Amid whining reels and bowing rods, I get lowdown on these high-jumpers and on a project that keeps them plentiful
SOMETIMES THE anticipation of a fishing or hunting trip surpasses the trip itself. That’s how it seemed to be one day last May, when Art Newell and I chugged out of Wolfeboro Bay on New Hampshire’s Lake Winnipesaukee. Art is senior research biologist for the state’s Fish and Game Department.
I’d heard many rumors about a vanishing buck, but had no idea he’d set a record
WITH HIS ANTLERS FLASHING in the sunlight, the buck bounded out of the hemlocks. I pulled the longbow to full draw as the deer ran broadside to me, 35 yards away, but a brushpile between us blocked any chance for a shot. The deer broke into the clear for an instant as it leaped across the logging road.
WHILE FISHING for striped bass and bluefish off Charlestown, Rhode Island, I spoke with two anglers from the Midwest. They had made the trip East to wet their lines in salt water. Their carefully selected high-quality equipment included a seaworthy 17-foot runabout and outboard, well-balanced tackle, an assortment of basic lures, and almost everything needed for a successful fishing trip.
THERE ARE many things that can be said both for and against the use of big bores (calibers larger than .22 centerfires) on varmints– woodchucks, rockchucks, jackrabbits, coyotes, and such creatures. Most people who are not familiar with firearms associate loud noise with great danger.
I have been playing with the Mossberg Model 500E, a slick little pump gun chambered for the 3-in. .410 shell. The magazine holds five 3-in. shells, six 2½-in. shells. The little gun weighs 5¾ lb. and handles sweetly. The excellent stock has a comfortable pistol grip and a nice hand-filling slide-handle.
ALMOST EVERYONE has heard the old tale about the want of a horseshoe nail causing the loss of a kingdom. The point of that venerable story, which surely applies to bowhunting, is that it’s smart to be persnickety about details. Even though you might be a hotshot with a finely tuned bow and a matched set of sharp-pointed arrows, you can still flub a big moment on game.
SITTIN' PRETTY ON LAND OR SEA! And, oh so comfortable! MK-6 Embassy boat and stadium seat by Frabill goes everywhere. Folding arm chair with heavy duty 360° swivel base. Posture curved back. Foam padded seat and back with vinyl cover. Variety of colors.
THE RETRIEVER BREEDS have a lot in common. Certain similarities apply not only to the “big three”—Labrador, Golden, and Chesapeake Bay retrievers—but also to the virtually unknown curly-coat and flat-coat retrievers. On the other hand, the Irish water spaniel, while arbitrarily classified as a retriever, is in a class all by itself.
A correspondence course on dog care and training is offered by The Pennsylvania State University as part of its informal noncredit program. One can enroll at any time and study as time allows. Major parts of the course—entitled Dogs, Their Care and Training—include instruction on feeding, shelters, disease, and parasite control.
Want to combine a jungle-river setting with excellent fishing for largemouth bass, crappies, and pickerel? You can get all this on Maryland’s Pocomoke River, only about a four-hour drive from Washington or Baltimore. The Pocomoke runs through the 10,000-acre Pocomoke State Forest, where deer, quail, rabbit, and a few stocked wild turkey are found.
Indian Lament. The Adirondack resort of Indian Lake has but one tavern open during the winter, and the bartender is already lamenting the sudden popularity of snowmobiles. "It’s disgusting,” he moans. "All these people discovering fresh air, and on Saturday nights, too.”—Jerry Kenney, New York (N. Y.) Daily News.