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Table of Contents 3000 Miles With the Long Bow By Harry D. Hobson ....

An Archer’s New Year’s Eve Reverie By Dr. L. D. Pfou/s ... .... .

A True Storj' of A Deer Hunt By A. H. Wyman . ... ...

Shades of Robin Hood By L. D. Pfoufs

More Archery Hints By James M. Bedfield

Boys’ Department

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A Visit to the Field of Agincourt . Santa Barbara 1929 By James Duff

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3000 Miles With the Long Boev HARRY D. HOBSON Lyons, Oregon Professor B. G. Thompson, who has killed everything in Oregon from cougars to skunks with bow and ar row, can talk any archer into a hunt ing trip with the long bow. I knew I could not spare the time for even a short trip, but after a couple of ses sions with “B.G.” I gave up a valuable concession I had at the Oregon State Fair, caught the last stage to Salem and the Senator Hotel, had a good dinner, a hot bath, a long distance call from “B.G.” and to bed by 7:30 in the evening. By 2:00 A. M. I had killed seven deer and the people of Oregon had turned out to welcome me home, but the ringing bells gradu ally turned into the night clerk’s call of “to arms” and, only partly awake, I grabbed my trusty bow and stum bled down to the elevator. “B.G.” and the bell boy packed my duffel into the car and for the first time that morn ing I was wide awake. From Salem, Oregon to Payson, Utah, is just 1150 miles and we made it in exactly 33 hours. The only time we left the road was when “B.G.” tried to snatch a few winks of sleep and I drove. It was a foggy night, and dangerous driving, but we lost little time. Through Portland and up the Colum bia river we travelled. A great bob cat crossed the road well within our car lights and how we wished for a dog. We had breakfast at Arlington and turned up the John Day highway. The roads were wonderful, in fact too good, for soon after leaving Prai rie City a big Buick car pulled in be hind us and for twenty-five miles stuck right to our tail light, the first and only car that did this. “B.G.” asked me what he looked like and I

replied only a travelling salesman who wanted company over the lonely road. We came to a long stretch of straight road slightly down hill and “B.G.” pressed down on the gas. I heard the mournful shriek of a police siren and we promptly pulled to the side of the road. One of the neatest looking cops I ever saw climbed out of the salesman’s car. Without rais ing his voice he quietly remarked, “I know there is but little traffic and the roads are wonderful, but boys, the speed limit in Oregon is 35 miles an hour.” The traffic officer looked over our equipment, smiled at our nerve in taking such weapons to hunt with and remarked again that the speed limit

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in Oregon was 35 miles. He climbed into his car, and followed us to the next town where he waved a graceful goodbye and turned down a side street. Miles and miles of sage brush with an occasional store selling gas at 32 cents the gallon and not even a jack rabbit to break the monotony. Just out of Vale, Oregon, we had a punc ture and when I climbed out of the car I found I was deathly sea sick. We stopped a short time at Nyssa, Ore gon and bought a couple of lemons and a bowl of chili. “B.G.” was as fresh as a school girl and I felt much better. We reached Idaho and passed through Boise shortly after the lights went on. We travelled that night through Idaho and into Pocatello for a bite to eat before daylight. Mile after mile we sped along, uphill and down dale with another puncture to liven things up a bit, and finally we arrived in Utah. The first thing that impressed me was the stone houses. I amused myself counting them and found about 89 out of a hundred homes were either stone or brick, reg ular Archer’s castles. Salt Lake, Og den, Provo and Payson, 1150 miles in 33 hours. The sun was shining and the weather ideal. Dr. Pfouts gave us a royal welcome and we had a bath and to bed for some much needed rest. At 5:30 the next morning Jerry Thorn and Paul Davies from Salt Lake, Dr. Pfouts and Chas. Pace from Payson, “B.G.” and yours truly started out to make archery history. Pace rode with Davies and Jerry with “B.G.” as they wanted to visit. Doc and I led the procession, the boys having asked him to drive slowly. Utah has no speed limit and Doc is a privileged charac ter. Two snorts out of that big Buick and we were going miles per up hill and down hill. They all looked alike to Doc, the steeper the hill and

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the sharper the curves, the faster we flew. Finally when I looked back there was no one in sight and Doc slowed down. At Nephi we stopped 30 minutes for a delicious breakfast of Utah ham and freshly laid eggs, after which we were on our way again. We made a short stop at old Cove fort, a wonderful relic of the early pioneers, about 100 yards square with 20-foot walls, built around a fine well, with a room every twelve feet and a fireplace in every room. We reached Beaver, Utah, and met our friend Charley Stewart, whom Doc and Pace’s good friend, George Cox, recommended as knowing every deer in the great basin where we were going to hunt. He said there were some 9000 of them. Charley, a wiry little man with a broad smile and a deep understanding of deer, has killed enough bucks to feed Cox’s army on Christmas day, and he certainly knows that part of Utah, having hunt ed it for nearly forty' years. He planned our camp some ten miles up the canyon at the site of an old saw mill. Besides the six archers were some twenty men and women with guns. We camped that night at the head of the canyon, and the pigs ate up the teabone steaks so thoughtfully provided by the ice man, Chas. Pace, who sells ice in summer and coal in winter. He says Doc nearly kills him when he pulls his teeth, but he short weighs Doc on ice and coal, so they As time was hanging keep even, heavy on our■ hands we all made a short trip to the hills. “B.G.” and Doc saw three deer, a doe and two fawns. Jerry Thorn and Paul hunted arrow heads and Pace and I broke a couple of arrows shooting into trees. We saw many deer tracks and were highly elated. As the riflemen were gathering the next morning one of them asked Pace

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if he could hit anything with his bow. To prove he could, he shot an arrow high in the air and as it stood quiver ing in the sand, 40 yards away, he split it with another' one. This sil enced the riflemen for the rest of the trip. We spent the whole day climb ing up the canyon to our camp site and making camp. We were situated in a beautiful aspen grove at about 10,000 feet, and some days it was so cold in the shade that a thin skum of ice would form in our water bucket in a few minutes. The weather was ideal, the sun shining every day. Jerry, Paul, “B.G.” and I slept in the tent, while Charley and Doc rested in their sleeping bags outside the tent under the stars. A beautiful mountain stream wended its way down the can yon and in its depths lurked the finest mountain trout I have ever seen. The fish were about nine to twelve inches long with deep heavy sides, beauti fully marked and delicious to eat. But hunting, and not fishing, was the business of this trip; It was the morning of the opening season and fourteen gunners and six

archers marched up the silent trail, switch back after switch back and a long level meadow dotted with aspens. It was just breaking day and the cold at this elevation (about 11,000 feet) was intense. Suddenly I saw the dim outlines of a deer, then another and still another, until I saw fourteen stately bucks with great hat racks on their heads just out of bow range. I caught my breath and for a couple of seconds couldn’t speak. When I finally gasped, “There’s a deer,” the gunners spied them moving away. They opened fire fith terrific shoot ing, but the casualty list was nil. Every man with a gun started aftei' the deer with the exception of George Stewart and his son-in-law, who were going to post the archers on a pass where the deer had a trail over the divide into the next valley. We had not gone over 200 yards when a cou ple of spots on the hillside turned in to two of the largest deer I have ever seen. One seemed almost an elk, he was so big. They started moving away and George, careful hunter that he is, would not shoot because he

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couldn’t see any horns. The great buck moved slowly away and George’s sonin-law opened fire with his rifle. George examined it with his glass and decided to take a couple of shots but without any visible effect and the two deer disappeared over the hill. From every direction came the steady boom-boom of rifles and we had not moved over 100 yards when another great buck appeared in the scrubby timber to our left. Before we could nock our arrows he vanished. George placed Doc and I in the woods on a long winding trail out across the slide rocks, assuring us that this deep trail was not man made, but worn by the hoofs of the thousands of deer that must have tramped over it. Pace and “B.G.” were concealed at the other end of the slide and Jerry and Paul over on another stand about 100 yards to our left. The cold was intense and I felt I would soon join the icicles. Soon the sun began climbing into the tree tops and I saw a couple of great bucks slipping down through the aspens and scattered firs, causing my temperature to rise several degrees. Then I heard a snort to my left and another deer slipped by unseen. I could see the two dim outlines among the trees. They were up wind and did not know we were there, but still they stayed out of bow shot. After an hour’s wait I decided I must either move or freeze to death, so I moved over toward Jerry and was just com fortably seated behind a small fir when I heard the thud thud of a running deer. He came down the hillside within forty yards of me, running like a streak. .1 chanced a shot, but missed by a mile, and he stopped for a few seconds dead in his tracks. Before I could nock another arrow he dashed away, and right be hind him came his mate. These were both mammoth deer, either one being

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an easy shot with a rifle, but I had no desire for a gun. The sun came up and the whole world looked brighter. We all came together and decid ed to hunt to camp, as there would be no more deer pass over the trails that day. In all I had seen fully twenty-five great bucks, every one within range of the ordinary rifle. We were highly elated and planned on postponing the slaughter until the next day. The first day' in camp the riflemen accounted for' fifteen mag nificent bucks. George Stewart was called away, much to our handicap as we did not know the country While the riflemen killed deer at fifty feet, we did not see any at fifty yards, and after the first day the terrific bombarding sent the deer population into cover in the thick brush and feeding at night. Doc is a splendid cook and never shall we get again the meals he serv ed us beneath the whispering aspens. Pace, good fisherman that he is. sup plied a meal of trout, while '■B.G.'' and Doc accounted for three porcu pines which made delicious stews. While we did not kill a deer with the long bow, we learned the country thoroughly, and with the same amount of time another season, we feel sure that at least half the party could get their deer, and with luck, every one of us. Although we came prepared for snow, the weather was ideal and bracingly' cold at night, with the sun shining all day. “B.G.” and 1, who live at an elevation of sixty to 500 feet, took turns of suffering with mountain sickness because of the ex treme elevation, and at times it seemed to me every step would be my last, At noon the fifth day we broke camp and started down the trail for Beaver, After everything was packed on the wagons, “B.G.,’ (Continued on page 19)

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An Archer’s New Year’s Eve Reverie L. D. Pfouts, Payson, Utah. It is with a feeling of reverence that I come to this point in my arch ery career, and when I look around the walls, I see all my bows hanging, and they all talk to me, each in a language of its own. They tell of early exploits, early aspirations, and achievements, and vaguely hint at things to come. I look them all over, touch their smooth sides, and mayhap, string one or two, and feel their low hum as I play on their strings, a soft runic rhyme. Shafts stand in holders, and all beckon to be taken up and caressed. The slender flight shaft, that de scribes a wondrous arc released from the full drawn bows, far out over the veld: Sturdy broadheads, some that have seen service, with the stain still present, and hair attached: Beautiful target shafts, footed, and self, all ar ranged in rows in their Red Tennes see Cedar chest, some of long service, and some that are yet to be tried at target in tournament. Bows, and shafts, all speak a very quiet language, for is not Archery an Art of whispering shafts, and trembl ing bow-strings, deep forests, and quiet moving archers? The success ful bow-man is one of great patience, a hunter to the manner born. In deep cover, with all senses alert, the lordly stag waits, and when no sound is made by man, he knows and detects the presence of the hunter by his lightest step, by his strange color, and by the thousand things that a long life has taught the stag are necessary for his safety. As the year grows nearer its end, I see in fancy, all the weapons nod, and say all together, “Bon Voyage,

and may we bring you better fare during the coming year.” “Old Bear Scratch,” “Jenghis Kahn,” “Young,” “Pope” and “Chief,” and ones of lesser light seem to crowd together, swaying with feeling, as the bells ring out the Old and ring in the New. Back of it all, I think of the work men who have made all this wonder ful collection of bows, and the fine arrows, and I join them all in wish ing for their makers—Joy and Happi ness for the coming New Year, I hope to add more to the Gang before the end of the next year. You know, a bow lover never has quite all the bows he wants, although he has ALL he SHOULD have, and mayhap more. Right now, I can see the place that SHOULD be occupied by a heavy yew hunter, wrapped, and backed, sturdy, and sweet drawing, 70 or 75 pounds. Maybe this year, perhaps next—but the bells, as they ring out the old and in the new, have interrupted my dream so will close by wishing true archers a prosperous New Year. SEATTLE ARCHERY CLUB ANNI VERSARY SUPPER By James H. Denison, Secretary. The fifth anniversary of the above club was celebrated at the Club’s quarters on Friday evening, Decem ber 20th with a Turkey Supper. In addition to a full turnout of the mem bership, several former members were present at the reunion. An extremely interesting paper by Dr. I. V. Cole was read. Dr. Cole, to whom belongs the credit of originat ing and organizing the Seattle Arch ery Club, dealt in his article with some hunting episodes of his youth among the Sioux Indians, and a long friendly intercourse in later years with that great ever-to-be-regretted archer, Dr. Saxton Pope, to whose romantic personality much of the

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wonderful growth of archery in re cent years, in the West, must be attributed. Talks were given by other past members, Colonel Darlington, A. E. Hammond and Obed Patty; many pleasant reminiscenses were evoked of by-gone days, and a most enjoy able evening was passed by all. TACOMA ARCHERY CLUB By Walter F. Hansen, Secretary. The Tacoma Archery Club was or ganized on October 11, 1929. The meeting was called by the city Super intendent of Recreation and was held in the Horseshoe Pitchers Pavilion. Abount fifteen archery enthusiasts at tended the first meeting. Among those attending were several well known archers of the Northwest, who had previously been members of clubs in other cities. Three targets were on hand, and although the range was only twenty yards, everyone had an opportunity to limber up a bit. Offi cers were elected and plans discussed for the future of the club. At the next meeting which was held the following Friday, and which more than twenty men and women attend ed, plans for a longer range were dis cussed. The outcome of an investi gation by the Superintendent of Rec reation, who was also secretary of the club, was the securing of an obsolete swimming tank, for an indoor range. The club accepted the proposition and the necessary arrangements were made with the Park Department, who owned the old bath house. The tank measures 50 by 150 feet, providing ample space for four targets and a good 40 yard range. The targets are set in the lower end of the tank where a board wall was erected, by members of the club at a working bee, to stop arrows miss ing the targets.

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The bath house is located in Point Defiance Park, about seven miles from the center of the city. There is good paved road all the way. An outdoor shoot was held on a long and wide expanse of lawn in the park. This was on a Sunday after noon and attracted considerable at tention as the park attendance was heavy on that day. Later in November, the entire club turned out to put on an exhibition shoot, between halves, at a night foot ball game in the Tacoma Stadium. This event drew some very favorable newspaper publicity and gave the club a big boost. On Friday night, Decem ber 13, a balloon shoot was held and some genuine excitement prevailed as many direct hits were scored. Individual scores are kept at each shoot and the results published in the paper every week. This adds interest to the work of the club and the mem bers like to see their names in print. The club now has a membership of 23. Following are the officers who were elected for the coming year: Herb M. Ault, president; Earl Moore, first vice president; H. A. Ritter, sec ond vice president; Walter Hansen, secretary-treasurer.

ST. LOUIS AFTER NATIONAL TOURNAMENT If the National Archery Association decides in favor of St. Louis for the National Tournament in 1931, we will have an army of two hundred Aichers on the Reception Committee to wel come the delegates and to demonstrate what is meant by “The Spirit of St. Louis.” Now repeat after me: “Day by Day in Every Way, I’m pulling for Saint Louis in 1931!” MOUND CITY DISTRICT ARCHERY FEDERATION, A. H. Wyman, Secy.-Treas.

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Hrue Story of a Deer Hunt By A. H. Wyman, Secretary, St. Louis, Missouri. TIME: December 8. 1929. PLACE: On the Mississippi River, below St. Louis. HELD BY: Mound City District Archery Federation. As archers, you will be interested in the activities promoted by the Mound City District Archery Federa tion on December 8th. Fourteen men and twelve women hiked through snow and mud to a cabin thirteen miles be low St. Louis on the Mississippi riv er. (One correction necessary here— we rode most of the way, until the mud put an end to this sort of pleas ure, and we found it necessary to hike the rest of the distance.) A paper trail was laid through the woods over hills, valleys and streams for a distance of two miles. (You will remember the old game of “Hare and Hound”). We all started tracking the deer at 11 A. M. Now, I have seen deer and deer tracks, but this doe certainly cut some pretty capers. The deer was evidently wise to the crowd in pursuit, because many mis leading and bewildering side trails led us into all sorts of one-way caves and crevices. For more than an hour we trailed this creature until one of our young est archers (and by the way this young lady is only sixteen years of age) led the pack of would-be Will iam Tells and Mary Tells all the way and spied the deer at a distance of over 200 yards. Her sight proved to be too keen, as the rule was that when the deer was spotted, we were to stop until the archers had caught up with the leaders, then shoot from that distance. First come, first served —so Miss Curd had the privilege of

shooting the first two arrows, Of course we were not successful, The order “Advance” was given and the young army moved ten paces near er. Still we failed to hit our mark.. Still closer we advanced, ten yards at a move, until some lucky person clipped an ear off the doe, and a part of the tail disappeared at 120 yards. Onward we archered after retrieving our arrows, ten paces at each end of two arrows. At 80 yards the little deer skin was dotted with many ar rows, but no direct hits. The deer stood three feet high, had four legs (and shapely ones too), two fine up standing ears, and the finest white tail you ever saw. Directly under the right front shoulder was painted a two-inch heart. An arrow through the heart constituted a hit, and the lucky person would be declared the winner. At 60 yards the deer looked like a porcupine—still no direct hits. Retrieving our arrows, we moved forward until the 30-yard mark was reached. Still the deer withstood our attack. Twice referees Curd and Ma honey, who were busily focusing their field glasses on the animal, called a halt for closer inspection, but with no results. Right here we called a Coun cil of War and were amazed that we had such poor archers. The many 600-or-better boys were greatly surprised. No more will they accuse the Indians of being poor shots. After two more ends each, Rolla Wat son of the East Saint Louis Archery Club pierced the heart and the hunt was over! Miss Sirley Snyder and A. H. Wyman were tied for the closest hit to the tail. Shouldering the deer, (Continued on page 20)

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Northwestern Archers. Attention Seattle, Washington January 16, 1930. Twelve noon, Monticello Hotel, Longview, Washington, February 23, 1930, has been set as the time and place for the winter meeting of the Governing Board of the Northwest Archery Association. Lunch at noon, followed by a short session at which the Annual Tourna ment will be discussed and some othermatters brought to your attention, directly followed by an informal shoot, is the tentative program. Some of us in Seattle are going down Saturday to enable us to have more opportunity to inspect and try out the field where the annual tourna ment will take place. We invite all archers in the North west to attend this meeting and par ticipate in the discussions and shoot ing. Yours truly, FINCH HAGGARD, Pres. Pacific Northwest Archery Assn

MOUND CITY FEDERATION’S MAIL TOURNAMENT By A. H. Wyman, Secretary, St. Louis, Missouri. The Mound City District Archery Federation’s Mail Tournament was ex tended a few days, with the hope that a break in the weather would permit enough archers to enter- the competi tion to make it financially possible to award attractive prizes. The rapidity with which winter set in, forced most of the archers indoors. The entries secured were from archers who shot their double rounds early, or took advantage of breaks in the weather. We have had many letters from in terested archers, expressing regret

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that they were unable to compete, but requesting a copy of the Tournament returns. These letters have so en couraged us that we are contemplat ing another- tournament in the spring We have discovered, however, that one of the best indoor sports for archers is the comparing of scores. Our only regret is that we are unable to fur nish a larger list for the Stove League to work on this winter. The results of the tournament are as follows: Second First Hits Score Hits Score Tot. Thomas Mull, Holly Grove, 1298 Ark........... 90-658 90-640

A. E. Cook, San Pedro, Calif ....... 90-616 90-651

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POLICE FIND USE FOR BOWS AND ARROWS Bow and arrows may take the place of busy six-shooters in the Hayward. California, Police Department. This is indicated by the growing popularity of archery on the part of members, following its introduction by Police Chief Louis Silva several weeks ago. Now, according to the Chief, all his men are devotees of the sport and several are promising to excel his marksmanship records. Chief Silva is advising the public not to feel unduly alarmed if they perceive a uniformed officer striding down the street with a bow in one hand and a flock of arrows in the other. “Archery is good for the eye and good for the muscles and gives the patrolmen a pleasant and profitable recreation in their off hours,” accord ing to Chief Silva, who is rated a crack shot with the bow and arrow in his home town. — San Francisco Chronicle.

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Shades of Robin Hood By L. D. Pfouts, Payson, Utah. Freak shots like those of William Tell and Robin Hood have happened but when a man deliberately tries to make one and does—with an audience ready to give him the razz—it is worth telling. On October 19th last, while we were waiting for the teams and wagons to take us to our hunting grounds about ten miles from the end of au tomobile travel, to while the time we were shooting flight, and rovers in a field beside the road. Some gun hunters who were, going in with the same outfit were highlyamused at our “Kid weapons” as they called our good long bows. One of them asked Chas. A. Pace, Utah State Champion, to loose an arrow straight up, to see how high it would go. Pace shoots a 75 pound Osage Bow, made by Hobson from Oregon Osage and with which by the way’ he won the Utah State shoot with a shot of 331 yards plus. He selected a light hunting shaft and drawing to the head loosed it al most perpendicularly. The shaft was not visitble to many of the on-Iookers until it turned in the air probably 300 feet up and it dropped just 32 paces from the shooter. The rifle shooters marveled at the height of the shot and the swiftness of the arrow’s flight. “Now,” said Pace, “you shall see how true we can shoot, I will split the shaft with another arrow, and drawing another broad head from his quiver he did split it very neatly— and all the kidding ceased forthwith, and they walked back to the cars. They were willing to admit that we could—some of us at least—shoot

straighter, if not as far as they could with their 30-’06 Springfields. Pace has repeated this performance several times since and we are about ready to begin playin William Tell for the K. K. 0. “Because also unlawful games kept men from shooting in the long bow, they were put down, and archery commended. For the better under standing of which act, another past, whereby the cross bow also was for bidden." Lord Herbert’s life and reign of Henry VIII, 1649.

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peacock, and many other feathers are suitable for fletching but turkey fea thers are usually used because they are good and easily obtained. Only the first four or five feathers on each wing are suitable.

he did institute for the better securi ty of his person a band of fifty arch ers, under a captain, to attend him, by the name of Yeomen of his guard.” Lord Bacon’s history of the reign of Henry VII, 1641.

Ye Sylvan Archer: Dear Sir: Last summer I got a set of arrows that were a little too long for me so I put them away in a box until I got a longer bow made. Now I find that “bugs” have eaten up the feathers. How can I prevent this? —G. G. ANSWER: When feathers are placed in a dark place they are often attacked by dermestids, clothes moths and other insect pests. A handful of napthalene, or paridichlorobenzene sprinkled among the feathers will tend to keep out these insects.

It lengthens life, it strengthens limb, It adds to beauty’s glow; Disease flies off on rapid wing From him who twangs the bow. Archers Register, 1880.

Ye Sylvan Archer: Dear Sirs: Will you please answer the follow ing question: Why is it necessary to put horn or fibre nocks on a bow ? Do they have any value aside from decoration. Very truly yours, BOB C.

ANSWER: Probably on light bows and bows made of hard woods plain nocks, if properly made, are just as good as horn nocks. In making a plain nock the back of the bow is never cut, the nocks are cut on the sides, forming shoulders which effec tively hold the string. A winding of silk is often made just below the nock, to prevent splitting. We have seen heavy flight bows, 90 pounds and up, literally wear out in the nocks where plain nocks were used, so on these bows, horn, fibre, rawhide or some other reinforcement seems necsary. “At which day (of his coronation)

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Mr. and Mrs. Philips Rounseville of the Archers Coumpany, Rinehurst, N. C., and a jack rabbit a piece. The Rounsevilles enjoyed a rabbit hunt with the Utah Archers during a re cent visit to that state. Each killed a rabbit. “Billie” as Mrs. Rounseville is known to her friends killed hers at more than sixty yards.

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Visit to the Field of Agincourt From the United Service Journal London, October, 1833. The village of Agincourt, which gives name to one of the most heroic achievements recorded in the annals of British valour, is situated about sixteen miles from St. Omer, and eight miles from the strongly forti fied town of Hesdin. When I visited Agincourt in the summer of 1831, the field of battle wore the appearance of an immense corn-field some miles in extent. The grain was partly reaped and removed, partly remaining in piles of golden sheaves that dotted the surface of the plain farther than the eye could reach. A merry band of male and female peasantry were engaged in driving the last loaded wagon towards the village, (it was evening,) and several small parties of gleaners, in fanciful and varied costume, passed me al intervals, each having its little bur den, the scanty well-earned produce of a sultry day’s toil. Yet they sang gaily, and seemed light-hearted and happy, as though the whole crop of the “great battlefield,” and one of the most productive harvests in the mem ory of man, had been their own. The French are certainly a very cheerful, lively nation. My journey was pedestrian. I had walked from Calais, and had loitered away a considerable portion of my second day in listening to the peas ant’s traditionary lore respecting “la grande battaille avec les Anglois.” The sun was rapidly sinking, as emerging from a woodland path, I suddenly encountered two men seated at the root of a tree which grew upon the edge of a very extensive plain. One of them was a wood-

eutter, the other a garde-chasse, or gamekeeper. In answer to a question as to how far from the spot where we were sit ting was the field of Agincourt the gamekeeper pointed with the muzzle of his fowling-piece towards the vast plain that lay before us in all its calmness and beauty, exclaiming, “Le voila, Monsieur!” Unprepared for this intelligence, I sat for some mom ents in silent contemplation of the scene. The shades of my gallant countrymen appeared to rise before me. I saw “the royal captain of this ruined band,” walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, endeavoring to infuse into the minds of his devot ed follows a confidence in the result he could not himself have felt. I be held the hostile disproportioned arm ies, drawn up in terrible contempla tion of each other, mutually afraid to commence the onset, until Henry, per ceiving their irresolution, exclaims, “My friends, since they will not be gin, it is our’s to set them the exam ple; come on, and the blessed Trinity be our protection!” The venerable Erpingham hurling his truncheon into the air, and shouting forth his wellknown battle-cry, “Now strike!” leads on the archers to the charge. Each archer strings his good yew-bow. The “iron sleet of arrowy shower” whis tles through the air, eac steel point and grey-goose saft bringing terror and destruction to the mail-clad, too confident, chivalry of France. But to return to realities. As be fore remarked, the field of battle is at present a vast plain, in a very high state of cultivation. That portion of the harvest yet unreaped waved

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and rustled in the evening breeze and, tinged of a deeper gold by the last rays of a setting sun, was beautifully contrasted with the dark masses of forest that occasionally encroached upon, or receded from the plain. Hills of moderate height form the back ground, and terminate the view. At the upper end of the plain rose the tall slender spire of Agincourt church, the village itself being entirely con cealed by a thick grove of orcharding and tall poplar trees. Wishing my companions good evening, I traversed the field in a hundred directions, en deavouring to trace the exact posi tion of the two armies from my recol lections of the glowing descriptions of the old chroniclers. My eyes and the iron spear of a fishing-rod, the constant companion of my rambles at home and abroad, were not unfrequently employed in turning over the fresh-ploughed earth in search of arrow-heads, and similar small tro phies of the bloody contest. I, how ever, found nothing for that time. It was now past nine o’clock, and the shades of evening rendering most ob jects indistinct, I unwillingly turned towards the village in search of quar ters for the night. About forty hous es, and these of the hunmblest de scription, constitute the whole of Agincourt. The church is built on a rising ground. It is a very ancient Gothic structure. I eagerly climbed up to the windows, in the hope of distinguishing, in the twilight, traces of monumental inscriptions, or per haps the effigies of some mailed war rior, whose bloody corpse had found a resting place within its sacred pre cincts. It was, however, too dark. I afterwards learnt that an Englishman had, some years ago, purchased and removed from the church some curi ous relics connected with the battle of Agincourt.

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The appearance of the village was sombre in the extreme. Not a human being was visible, not a sound even of a watch-dog was heard. Altogeth er, the scene was in excellent keeping with my thoughts. At length I de ciphered the words, “Bonne bierre double,” scrawled upon the shutter of a wretched hovel. A thundering peal at the door with the butt of my rod awoke every village cur, and quickly roused the landlord from his bed. “Vous ne pouvez pas loger ici. Mon sieur,” cries he through the key-hole, in answer to my request for admit tance. “You can have no bed at all in Agincourt; you must go on to Maisoncelle.” Fatigue and hunger are admirable dampers to enthusiasm. Though Mai soncelle was the resting-place of my gallant countrymen on the night pre vious to the memorable 25th of Oc tober, 1415, and though Harry of Monmouth fixed his head-quarters there, I had already “satisfied the sentiment” for the present, and would gladly have accepted a shake-down of straw, or anything else where I then was. But mine host was inexorable, and I sulkily proceeded on my way. An eye-witness of the battle de scribes Maisoncelle as “three bow shots distant” from Agincourt;—it is very possible fatigue in my case may have exaggerated the distance; I am myself an archer, and pull a toler ably strong bow, yet either his infor mation is incorrect, or we of modern days have awfully degenerated from our predecessors the merry bowmen of England. I could reach beyond fifteen score yards with the lighest flight arrow;—the two villages ap peared six times that distance from each other. At length, when nearly sinking from exhaustion, the fumes of a to bacco-pipe saluted my senses with

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odours more grateful at that moment than ever arose from a field of Arab ian spices. Advancing a few yards I saw a peasant smoking at his cot tage-door; he quickly directed me to the village auberge, or inn. Between this village and Agincourt, the most sanguinary and decisive por tion of the battle occurred. In the corner of a wood belonging to the former, Henry concealed those two hundred picked bowmen, whose cool bravery and great skill proved so de structive to the flower of the French army, and mainly contributed to the glorious result. Each man was said to have carried “twenty-four French men under his belt,”—in allusion to the sheaf of arrows consisting of that number allotted to every archer. It is said, that when Sir Thomas Erpingham hurled his truncheon into the air, and shouted his war-cry, ‘Nestrocque!’ it was as a signal to this band to rush out from their hiding-place, one of their number having ascended a tree for the purpose of conveying the in telligence to his companions. They immediately ran forwards about fifty paces in compact order, and each man having hastily planted his pointed stake before him in the earth, de livered his arrows with such cool de liberate aim, that the steel heads rang upon the polished corslets of their foes like the clatter of hammers upon an anvil, while the sides and buttocks of the horses were, as an eye-witness expresses it, “absolutely larded with their arrows.” The commencement and termina tion of this sanguinary engagement is described in the following animated and graphic manner by a very ancient historian:— “On Friday, 25th October, 1415, the French, that is to say, the Constable and all the other officers of the king, the Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, Bar,

and Alencon, the Counts de Nevers, d’En, de Richemont, de Vendosme, de Marie, de Vaudemont, de Salines, de Grand Pre de Roussy, de Dampmartin, and all the other notables and menat-arms, put on their armour and sallied out of their quarters. When the battalions were all drawn up it was a grand sight to view, and they were, according to the calculation on seeing them, full six times the num ber of the English. “After they had been thus arranged they seated themselves as near to their own banners as they could, to wait the coming of the enemy; and while they refreshed themselves with food, they made up all differences that might have before existed among ’em. In this state they remained until nine or ten of the clock in the morning, no way doubting from their numbers, that the English could not escape them. Some, however, of the wisest of them had their fears, and dreaded the event of an open battle. The English on that morning perceiving the French made no advances to at tack them, refreshed themselves with meat and drink. “After calling on the divine aid against the French who despised them they left Maisoncelle, and sent some of their scouts in the rear of the vil lage of Agincourt, where, not finding any men-at-arms, in order to alarm the French they set fire to a barn and house belonging to the priory of St. George of Hesdin. On the other hand, the King of England dispatched about two hundred archers to the rear of his army, that the French might not see them. They entered Tramecourt in a meadow near the van of the French; there remained quietly until it was proper time for them to use their bows. “The rest of the army remained with King Henry, and were shortly

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after drawn up in battle array, by Sir Thomas Erpingham, a knight grown grey with age, who placed the archers in front, and the men-at-arms behind them. He then formed two wings of men-at-arms and archers, and posted the horses and baggage in the rear. Each archer planted a stake before him sharpened at both ends. Sir Thomas, in the name of the king, exhorted them all most ear nestly to fight for their lives, and thus saying he rode along the ranks. When all was prepared he flung into the air a baton which he held in his hand, crying out “Nestrocque!” (now strike), and then dismounted, as the king and others had done. “When the English saw Sir Thomas throw up his baton, they set up a loud shout, to the very great astonishment of the French. The English seeing the enemy not inclined to advance, march ed slowly towards them in order of battle, and again uttered a very loud shout, when they stopped to recover their breath. The archers, who were hidden in the field, re-echoed these shoutings, at the same time vigorously discharging their arrows, while the English army kept advancing on the French. The archers amounting to at least thirteen thousand, first dis charged a shower of arrows with all their might, and at as great a dis tance as possible. They were, for the most part, without any armour, and in doublets, with their hosen loose, and hatchets or swords hanging to their girdles; some were bare-footed and without hats. The English loudly sounded their trumpets as they ap proached; and the French stooped to prevent the arrows entering the vis ors of their bacinets; thus, the dis tance was now but small between the two armies, although the French had retired some paces; before, however, the general attack commenced, num-

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bers of the French were slain and severely wounded by the English bow men. “When the English reached them they were so close and crowded, that excepting some of the front line, who had cut their lances in two, that they might be stronger, they could not raise their hands. The division under Sir- Cligny de Brabant, of eight hun dred men-at-arms, who were intended to break through the English archers, were reduced to seven score, who vainly attempted it. True it is, Sir William de Savenses, who had been ordered on this service, quitted his troop, thinking they would follow him to attack the English, but he was shot dead from his horse. The others had their horses so severely handled by the archers, that they galloped on the advanced guard, and threw it into the utmost confusion, breaking the line in many places. The horses were be come unmanageable, so that horses and ridesr were tumbling on the ground, and the whole army was thrown into disorder, and forced back upon some lands that had been just sown with corn. Others, from fear of death, fled; and this caused so universal a panic in the army, that great part followed the example. “The English took instant advan tage of this disorder in the advanced guard, and throwing down their bows, fought lustily with swords, hatchets, mallets, and billhooks, slaying all be fore them, till they came to the sec ond battalion, which had been posted in the rear of the first; and the arch ers were closely followed by King Henry and his men-at-arms. The whole rear-division being on horse back, witnessing the defeat of the two others, began to fly, except some of its leaders. “When the King of England saw himself master of the field of battle,

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and that the French, except such as had been taken, were flying in all di rections, he made the circuit of the plain, attended by his princes; and, while his men were employed in strip ping the dead, he called to him the French herald, Mountjoye, king-atarms, and with him many other French and English heralds, and said to them: ‘It is not we who have made this great slaughter, but the omni potent God, and, as we believe for a punishment of the sins of the French.’ He then asked to whom the victory belonged — to him or to the King of France? Mountjoye replied that the victory must be attributed to him, and not to the King of France. The King then asked the name of a castle he saw near him? He was told it was called Azincourt. ‘Then,’ said he, ‘since all battles should bear the name of the fortresses nearest to the spot where they were fought, this battle shall henceforth and forever bear the name of AZINCOURT’.” An English colonel, whose name I could not learn, resided for a consid erable period at the chauteau de Tramecourt, and employed a number of men in excavating an immense grave. His search was, as I am in formed, rewarded by the discovery of a number of relics. It is said he car ried away a “cartload” of pieces of armour, shields, breastplates, swords, spear-heads, bridle and stirrup irons, spurs, etc. These antiquities must constitute a very unique and interest ing museum. Though equally zealous in the search, yet as I could not spare time to superintend a digging upon the spot, I obtained nothing, until I reach ed Blangi. The marishal' of smith of Blangi accosted me with great civili ty, inquiring if I was not searchng for relics of “the great battle fought in the neighborhood.” On answering

in the affirmative, he produced from his pocket what he styled “un morceau de fer,” but which my more prac ticed eye instantly discovered to be an old English arrow-head of that kind used by our archers for piercing the highly-tempered coats of mail worn by the knights of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. I quickly transferred it from the honest smith’s pocket to my own. It is altogether about three inches and a quarter in length, including the ferule by which it was attached to the stele or shaft. The point is solid and triangular; the weight about an ounce. Upon trying it with a file, it appeared very highly tempered; and when projected from one of those powerful yew-bows wielded by the archers of that period, must have acted upon a coat of mail like a punch driven by a heavy sledge hammer. The arrow-point in question is deeply en crusted with rust, as might be ex pected after lying in the moist earth upwards of four centuries. Again fitted to a clothyard shaft, feathered with the grey goose wing, and in scribed with the interesting name of “Agincourt,” it now occupies a con spicuous situation among a small col lection of similar antiquities.

3000 MILES WITH THE LONG BOY (Continued from page 6) the Iceman and I started ahead. We made the trip in record time, but poor old Doc, acting as brakeman on one of the wagons, did not arrive until many hours after dark, and how any man could drive a team down that canyon without a light will forever remain a mystery to the rest of us. About 1:00 o’clock we turned our faces toward Payson and bed, 150 miles away, a tired and happy bunch of archers without a single deer kill ed with the bow, but a thousand plea- ,

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sant memories of the greatest hunt of our lives to date, and solemn vows that we will enjoy a great many more before we have passed on. We spent a few days at Payson with two of the best sports in the world. One fine morning when the ground was covered with snow, we realized we were still a thousand miles from home. We made it to Salt Lake without accident, although an hour later fifty automobiles were stalled just outside of the city. We spent a short day with Jerry Thorn and visited the Museum of the Uni versity, where we spent a couple of hours gazing at the relics of the cliff dwellers. We also visited the capitol where we were amazed at the re sources of Utah mines, farms, stock and game. A luncheon followed with the sportsmen of Salt Lake. We took a few hours’ sleep and then were on our way for the long hard drive to Oregon, more than satisfied with our wonderful trip. We have already be gun to plan the next season’s hunt. A TRUE STORY OF A DEER HUNT (Continued from page 9) Watson led the way to the shack where lunch was cooked in the open and prizes awarded. Our host and custodian of prizes, Mr. Mahoney, had constructed two beautiful loving cups from material purchased in the V and X store. With a soldering iron he shaped a funnel for the base, and an electric light canopy for the bowl of one trophy and a tin cup for the other, while two wire coat-hangers served as handles— very unique and appreciated by the winners. If you want to do something of in terest during the winter, try a deer hunt. Monthly activities are creat ing wonderful interest in Archery for

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the Mound City District Archery Fed eration. “Something to do Every Month” is our motto. Try it, and by spring you will be rewarded by doubling the attendance at your Tour naments. MORE ARCHERY HINTS (Continued from page 12) ing the grain in working this wood is very difficult, but with care it can be done, and with filing and scraping and sandpapering a beautiful polish can be secured, especially as you fin ish with oil and shellac. The ends that butt together should be notched or beveled to prevent twisting of the limbs in relation to one another. Due regard must be ob served to keep all the wood al the ends to keep all the strength possible buried in the steel handle. A light weight bow might have a longer bevel to the matched ends, but a square butt ends with a small eccentric dowel would give full strength to each end. and it would be impossible to break it, I mean the wood ends. The steel tube seems to stand any bow weight up to 80 pounds and may be over; I do not know. But I do know my bows fit snugly in the handle and when strung seem to lock tightly and act as a one-piece bow under all strains given them. In building a bow of this descrip tion one might be in error as to the snug fit of the limbs in the handle and get it too loose. In that case I cover the ends with thick paint and let it dry hard, then finish again with a file to a snug fit. Such a joint stands up in good shape. I have had no trouble with wood denting and crushing in the handle, but I am only speaking of my experi ence with Osage Orange. Dr. Robert P. Elmer is quoted as saying a bow shoots as well with

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nocks as without or rather I should say it shoots just as well without nocks, so for the knockabout hunting bow such as have been described, I have left the fancy nocks to those who like them. These take-down bows when pulled apart and placed in a carrying case are not much over three feet long, in fact not much longer than the quiv er of arrows, and stows nicely in the auto or trunk ready to go where you wish. I wonder if any of the archery fans, in the making of bow strings, use for a finishing coat rubber cement, the same cement used in auto tire re pairs, etc.? The string is made as usual with well waxed threads, then with a small smear some of the rub ber cement on the string and rub it in with a bit of rag and hang up to dry, such a treated string wears bet ter and has an elastic coat that saves it from breaking to quite an extent. Mr. Thompson speaks of making a box frame and filling it for a portable target and no doubt it is a good way, but arrows striking the box edge are liable to be broken, so I wonder if any one has made a portable target of an old discarded auto tire by punching holes in the lip on one side of the casing and running stout cord through the holes, back and forth, forming a network. Then lay the casing with excelsior, hay, straw, or what have you twisted and tied from front to rear netting, forming a fiveinch packed thickness and you have a target which you will not break your arrows on. Any kind of face can be pinned on for the target face.

WOMAN ARCHER MAKES REC ORD IN TOURNEY Rochester, N. Y., Tmes-Union In the Mail Archery Tournament sponsored by the Mound City District

Archery Federation of St. Louis, a gold medal first prize was won by Mrs. S. W. Worthington of 228 N. Goodman Street. She is a member of the Rochester Archery Club and shot her first arrow a year ago. The winning score was 143 hits for 1,011 points. In the Double Columbia Round her record was: Shot November 20, 1929. 50 yards—1st, 24 hits—Score 130. 2nd—23 hits—Score 131'. 40 yards—1st, 24 hits—Score 170. 2nd—24 hits—Score 182. 30 yards—1st, 24 hits—Score 194. 2nd—24 hits—Score 204. Single—1st, 72 hits—Score 494. 2nd—71 hits—Score 517. Only one arrow out of the 144 shot missed the target. Mrs. Worthing ton’s Double Columbia score of 1431,011 is among the highest on record, either in private practise or in tour nament shooting. Mrs. M. C. Howell of Cincinnati, O., seventeen times wo men’s champion of the National Arch ery Association of the United States, reported her “best practise score” for a Double Columbia, shot in 1884, as 142-1,048. Her highest tournament score, shot in 1896, was 144-990. Miss Cynthia Wesson, seevral times Wo men’s National Champion, holds the highest official American record by their score of 144-998 for the Double Columbia Round, shot at the National Tournament in Chicago in 1915. Her exceptional practise score of 72-560 for a Single Columbia has never been equaled, as far as records show. The 1929 National Women’s Championship was won in Santa Barbara, Cal., by Mrs. Audrey Grubbs of Los Angeles, who shot a Double Columbia of 141991. In the men’s competition Thomas Mull, Holly Grove, Ark., won with 180 hits for a score of 1,298.

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SANTA BARBARA, 1929 By James Duff, Jersey City, N. J. Away afar in the distant west, where a cloud ne’er- dimes the sky And the sun looks down with a friend ly smile, While the buzzards soar on high. Where Boreas breathes like a new born babe, Each perfect at their jobs; For they knew that the day and the hour had come, For the crowning of Dusty Bobs.

“The king is dead, long live the king!” His subjects proudly cry. Then brought forth a chair from goodness knows where And raised the new monarch on high. ’Twas a soul stirring sight as those four stalwart knights Led the throng, the most perfect of mobs; Then a shout rent the air as they followed the chair For the crowning of Dusty Bobs. No king on his throne is as happy as he While he smiles on his subjects below. And diadem touched, ’twas his old shooting hat, While his scepter was arrows and bow. The collectors I fear have depleted the throne; For his jewels one silently sobs. Without them again we may never be hold The crowning of dear Dusty Bobs. —JIM DUFF.

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A PIONEER CHRISTMAS By DR. I. V. COLE Seattle, Washington. My pa laid thar so awful sick, Couldn’t do nothin’, not a lick. I rustled ’round, cuttin’ the wood, Helpin’ my darndest, the best I could.

The snow piled ’round the cabin door, Blowed under, coverin’ the floor. The kids whimpered from the cold And hunger, fur our hog wus sold.

Two days to Christmas, nothin’ to eat, The hull outside jest snow and sleet. My head wus awhirl an’ buzzin’ to boot, I could eat anything, even a coot. The gun wuz busted, but Injuns et By killin’ with arries, you can bet. So I sneaked away with an Injun bow That I practiced with,before the sonw.

I knew whar the wild turkeys met. On bad days, they would set an’ set Tellin’ each other all ’twus new, An’ whai- the nicest berries grew. Jest as I thot, thar they all be Right on a line in the big oak tree. My heart jest thumped the loudest tune, Makin’ a noise like a crazy loon. But I sez to myself, sez I, Got to shoot before they fly. To my collar bone I drew, Then ker plunk! and away they flew.

AU but one, who struck the ground, Dying there without a sound. The biggest turkey of them all, Fatter than me, an’ jest a stall. My heart was bustin’, I tried to laugh, But sat down an’ cried like a calf. I cut a tamarack fur a Christmas tree, Becuz the kids wanted one, you see.

I’ll pass up the rest, as pa got well, An’ alwuz before Christmas,would tell About how I waded thru the snow And shot a turkey with a bow.

NOTICE: ARCHERS OF WESTERN OREGON AND WASHINGTON Comes a time when the average archer progresses very slowly. At this point a coach quite ofter proves

useful. It is the belief of many that Chief Comptom is the best coach in the country. He has turned out sev eral national champions and the splen did showing of the southern Cali fornia archers at the last national tournament is ample evidence of his ability to coach. “Yewwood” Ullrich of Roseburg has been corresponding with the chief regarding a school for archers to be held some time in May at Roseburg, Portland, oi' some other place where sufficient interest is manifested to warrant it. The chief has volunteered services, his expenses being the only cost. Anyone interested in such a school should write “Yewwood” or this magazine for further information.

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HUNTING ARROWS — Walnut, red hickory, birch; fibre nock, cut feath ers, Yoeman broadheads; 3 for $3.50, $12 dozen. Jointed Osage bows. “Osage Secrets” on request. Karl R. Thompson, Etna Green, Indiana. MANUFACTURER OF THE finest Archery Targets. Maker for the Na tional, Eastern and Metropolitan tour naments, also for Mr. James Duff of Jersey City. Wholesale and Retail. John Smith. 49 Thorne St., Jersey City, New Jersey.

MADE BY POWELL Words that mean something. Bows unsurpassed for beauty and utility. Good arrows, and equipment, raw materials. Send for price list of goods made by master craftman. EARL B. POWELL, Box 728 Vernon Branch, Los Angeles, Calif. YEW AND LAMINATED BOWS. Get the dope on my laminated bows and staves. They have punch. Lam inated staves, footing woods beef wood, purpleheart, rosewood, green heart. ' Eagle feathers. Write us. R. W. Denton, 424 So. 43rd St., Ta coma, Washington. ALUMINUM NOCKS

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A light weight yet rugged all purpose hunting point. Satisfac tion guaranteed. Wholesale prices on request. HUGO BUCKNER 115 W. 8th St.. Hanford. Calif.

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NEW HANDBOOK Edition WAXTS— RGET SHOOTING. TING. HUNTING. :RY GOLF — and by experts. i drawings, colored

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YEW WOOD WINS AG Ishi bows of select air seasoned Yewwood, patt hunting weapon. Have wrapped cord handles, leal linen springs, ordinary nocks; 4' 6" to 5' 3" in lei weight desired to BO pounds Priced at from $9.0 C. O. D. or M. O Rates to dealers and chibs. Select white turkey feathers at $1.50 per pound Port Orford cedar arrow squares $.05 each m small Io;

cut air seasoned Yewwood staves and bi k timber. Write me of your needs and I will writ At the recent National Tournament at Santa Bi of the seventy men contestants on the target line, fif • Yewwood. In addition to this number, there ay more using my Yewwood, obtaining san nufaeturera, whom 1 supply with staves and Avail yourself of the Ullrich quality and ser

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Dr. E. K. Roberts, national champion. br< yaarold record with one of my yew bows 100 yards, and during all the hot sun of t Barbara it did not let down in strength or cast Will Palmer, twice American champion, has use they have been on the market Dr. Elmer, many champion, is one of my patrons. Dr. E. K Roberts i is a very successful hunter y ot of bow is just like a dish-rag s.” Dr. George F Weld and Ge Gray, presidents, past and present, of the National A elation, both use and recommend my bows. Mrs. Georg Runner-Up in the National, and Lady Champion of shoots a lemonwuod bow made by me

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