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Robert C. Mueller
Menaging Editor
Vol. 91
Cover Painting...
(See Story on Page 39)
Frontispiece
SPORTS
AFIELD
IVAN B. ROMIG, Publisher
May, 1934
Autobiography of a Sportsman (XIV).
Illustrations by Charles Phil Hexom
Battling Bronze Backs.
Birds of the North........
Illustrations by Walter J. Wilwerding
Shadows in the Sage.
"At Rest" on Northern Canoe Trails.
Fish and Fishing.
The Sportsman-Hobbyist.
Boats and Motors.
Page Three
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Paul K. Whipple
Editor
Two Horned Menaces of the Pares..... ........ Walter J. Wilwerding
Illustrations by Walter J. Wilwerding
Current River Small Mouths.
Guy W. Von Schriltz 12
.Ozark Ripley 14
Rupert E. West 16
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.Samuel A. Harper 18
Capt. Romain Young 20
Dr. Alvin R. Cahn 21
. Cal Johnson 22
.Ormal I. Sprungman 38
Willard Crandall 40
Seth Gordon 44
The Bulletin of the American Game.
Conservation Events Game Association
On the Firing Line With the Skeet and Trapshooters... Jimmy Robinson 48
Arms and Ammunition.
Monroe H. Goode 54
Historical Sketches.
Frank B. Harper 63
Kamp Kinks for Kamp Kooks.
O. Warren Smith 63
Dogs and Their Care.
.A. D. Burhans 64
No. 5
Normand Saunders
.Richard K. Wood
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A Rainbow Trout Pool
in Little River, in the Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee
Photo by Richard K. Wood
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Two Horned
MENACES
of the PARES
This Truculent, Mountain-Wild Rhinoc-
eros Charged the Author and His Safari
Companians... They Escaped With Their
Lives Only Because Dame Fortune Smiled.
By Walter J. Wilwerding
ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR
W
HO hunts in Africa is not considered a big game hunter
if he confines himself to the shooting of the numerous
varieties of African buck. The old timers there get a hearty
laugh out of nimrods who think they are going big game hunting
when out after buck. Not that buck hunting does not often require
skill and patience, but because, in Africa, big game hunting is
thought of only as the pursuit of dangerous game. And it was truly
big game that we were after in the Pare Mountains, though it was
not in the Pares that I had my first experience with the truculent,
two-horned menace of the African bush.
My first interview with rhinoceros bicornis took place in the
Miwaleni country, during a rather peaceful hunt for waterbuck.
These waterbuck inhabit a scattered bush country, a place where
there are many little park-like spots interspersed with scattered
thorn trees and tangles of bush. It was the most dangerous buck
hunting experience of my entire hunting career, for the bush was
full of rhinoceros and this section was closed to rhinoceros hunting.
A short time before I went there to hunt, the labor chief from
Moshi went into this district to hunt for kudu. He was charged by
a rhinoceros and shot it. When he reported the demise of the
two-horned disaster to the game authorities, they calmly took away
his license to hunt. Protest was of no avail. They told him flatly:
"You know that we don't want rhinos shot in that district and that
is all there is to it."
I was told that if I wanted to keep my license I had better avoid
rhinos as though they were the sleeping sickness. But I found that
avoiding rhinoceros in this district is apt to become a bit trying.
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wilwerving
A Study of
Fishermen
By SAMU
"The Osprey is
the King of
feathered fisher-
men."
T
HE natural instinct of the true sportsman is to protect and
conserve both plant and animal life. He leaves the wild
flower on its stalk in its natural habitat, where others may
also enjoy it, and he respects the rights of the animals in their
wilderness homes. He is quick to volunteer to fight a forest fire,
because of his sheer love of the woods (with no thought of the
"timber!") He will protect even the harmless snake from thought-
less and unnecessary destruction.
When we go to the north woods for our favorite sport of fishing
or hunting, we may enjoy many pleasant con-
tacts with wild life which seem too important and
satisfying to be properly described as mere in-
cidental advantages. To the subliminal conscious-
ness these "incidents" probably constitute the
major benefits of our temporary vagabondage.
They are the milieu without which the sport would
be dull indeed. In an editorial in an early issue
of SPORTS AFIELD we find expressed the thought
which the true sportsman feels: "There are bigger
fish in fishing than the fish we catch."
There are also other and perhaps better ways
of observing birds than over the sights of a shot-
gun or rifle. A trip to the north woods in summer
furnishes a splendid opportunity to study at close
range and at their nesting sites many interesting
birds known only as passing migrants to residents
of the central states. Chief among these, perhaps,
is the Loon.
This interesting water bird is well known to all
visitors of the northern lakes. He seems to typify
in a peculiar way the wilderness of the north.
Although he resembles a duck in appearance he is
of an entirely distinct order of birds. The canvas-
back, who has been appropriately called the "King"
of the ducks, is about twenty-four inches in
length, whereas the loon sometimes measures
Quoted by permission, from "Many Many Moons," by
Lew Sarett; Henry Holt and Company, Publisher.
Page Eighteen
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(EUSTIS, FLORIDA)
Joe "Bullet" Heistand of
I is all
'N MY estimation,
round target shots in the world. Two years
ago, we would have said that Joe was one of
the great 16-yard shots of the clay bird world.
But since that time, "peerless" Joseph has
learned to hit handicap targets from 25 yards
and click off doubles with the very best of
them. Yes, take a 1,000 target mixed program
and my money would be on Joe against any-
body you would care to choose.
*
*
Let's backtrack on his handicap targets, which I
stated he could break with the very best of them.
At the World's Fair shoot at Chicago last summer
he broke 100 straight from 23 yards to lead the
field (and Mark Arie and a lot of the big boys were
there); and Joe visited Clarence Marshall's Mara-
thon tourney at Yorklyn, Del., in August and broke
147 x 150 from 25 yards in the handicap race to tie
up Ned Lilly, the Stanton "flash." He then boarded
a train for the Grand American chuck full of the old
confidence.
*
*
In the Preliminary race at the Grand Ameri-
can he was given 25 yards, the limit at handi-
cap shooting. All Joe did was to smash 96 x
100 which placed right up with the high guns
and 25 x 25 in the shoot-off. The next day in
the Grand American handicap race he shattered
97 x 100 and 50 straight in the shoot-off. In
other words he missed but seven targets in the
two main races and broke 75 straight in the
shoot-off, leading all Grand American gunners.
Ned Lilly of Michigan who had tied for first
place in the Grand American handicap race
with 98 x 100 from 24 yards, had turned in
95 x 100 in the Preliminary race the day be-
fore. His record of 7 down in 200 tied Hie-
stand's, but in the shoot-off, Ned missed a couple
of targets while Joe went straight. This gave
Joe the high honors at handicap shooting on all
targets at the 1933 Grand American.
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*
Now if you will stop to figure out Joe's average
at these three shoots, you will find that he has shot
at 525 regular and shoot-off targets, broken 515
of them for an average of .9809.
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THE STORY IN THE PICTURE-These famous women trapshooters at-
tended the Winter Vandalia at Eustis, Florida. Mrs. C. T. Jackson of New
York; Mrs. Paul Merdith of Orlando, Florida; Mrs. Walter Andrews of Day-
tona Beach, Florida, and Mrs. D. S. McClain of Atlanta, Georgia.
By Jimmy Robinson, Trapshooting Editor, Sports Afield
T
HE "ugh, ugh, me heap big chief" Indian of
the dime novel has gone the way of his cigar
store prototype; the species is not only extinct
but of doubtful origin to begin with. This fictional
character went ughing and chugging through chapter
after chapter in a manner that bespoke of nothing so
much as a clogged carburetor. Today's Indian is far
from a fictional character. He has adopted the white
man's habiliments and habits; he dresses in ready to
wear clothing, eats from a tin can, and sends his
papoose to the public school to compete scholastically
and athletically with the other students. It is this
effort to adapt himself to our present day civilization,
to assimilate a thousand years' progress in one genera-
tion without as yet having discarded his native habits,
that affords us the incongruous picture he sometimes
presents.
One such instance I remember: A young buck leav-
ing a general store dressed in new serge and beads, his
moccasined feet kicking up no little dust and under
his arm a shiny new pair of shoes that were never
to see enough wear to dull the squeak. But give him
some brass buttons or a uniform, anything from a Boy
Scout's suit to a Knight Templar's regalia, and he'd
sleep in it that is if the chief will let him. This is
unlikely if the Headman happened to be Big Chief
Jim. He brooks no such insubordination, and takes it
himself if he has to patch it with a blanket to get it
on. He doesn't worry about the back as that is out of
his range of vision.
Big Jim had the only cook stove in the tribe when
last I saw him. Wherever you happened to see Jim
the stove was not far behind. He has toted, carried,
lugged and paddled that stove all over the Lake of the
Woods and back again, and I wouldn't be surprised
if he takes it along to the Happy Hunting Grounds.
A housewife could hardly find room to fry a flap-
jack on that stove but Jim's squaw says "me roast
deer on it." Talk about your portable stoves or your
electric grill! This one didn't even need a light socket,
ready to blaze away at any time and it usually did, too,
except when it was in a canoe. With half a score of
paddlers of from three to sixteen summers, seated in
the rear on the resplendent throne of a sawed off
rocking chair sat Big Jim himself, surrounded by
enough dogs and camp equipment to dim the humor
of the funniest of New York Subway jokes.
The only real trouble Jim had was the growing
scarcity of paddlers. The papooses grew up too fast,
and there was only one way of beating the game.
That's how come the outboard motor on the cover.