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Entered as second-class matter November 5, 1927, at the post office at Corvallis, Oregon, under the Act of March 3, 1879.

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AFTER DEER AMONG THE BIG TREES OF CANADA By Kore T. Duryee A BOW AND ARROW OUTING IN MAINE WOODS SIX BOWS By A. E. Andrews AN ARCHERS OUTING By Maurice Thompson BIG INJUN KILL ’EM JACK RABBIT HOW A BOY CAN MAKE HIS OWN BOW AND ARROWS. A WARNING TO BOYS A NORTH UMPQUA HUNT WITH BOW AND ARROWS WHY DO THEY DO IT?

The following righteous wail from one of our subscribers, we feel, needs no explainations or emphasis. Too many of us have had the same ex periences that cause us to extend to him our deepest sympathy. “Had a big flight bow started from the prettiest and clearest piece of four year old Osage I ever hope 0) expect to see. But when it was about half woiked down on one end a couple of well meaning idiots (who I thought knew better) came in, strung it up, hauled it back without an arrow on the string, and fractured

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the lower limb,—just to see if they could pull it. I had traded eighteen dollars worth of arrows for the stave, and had put my spare time for ten days on it. Hence you can imagine the lovely temper I’m in every time I look at the poor wreck. Both of these fellows aie alleged to bi. archers,—and one claims to be a bow maker. Nevertheless, my bow is ruined. “I wonder if you couldn’t write a yarn for the magazine, and put lots of emphasis in it, covering such dam fool habits ? These fellows should have known better and did not. May be others are in the same boat.”

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After Deer AmonQ the Big Trees of Canada By Kore T. Duryee, of Seattle, Washington 1

Ever since I have been interested in archery I have had a strong desire to .go hunting. Last year all I had was the pleasure of making my hunt ing bow and arrows. I did get a two days trip to Orcus island but never a shot at a deer. This year I made another hunting bow of Osage-Orange and it is a little stronger than the yew made last year. I made more hunting arrows, a new quiver, etc. Late in September I spent Satur day and Sunday near Tenino, 'Wash ington. It rained hard both days, I had one good shot at fifty yards at a nice buck, coming close enough to scare him away. This was my only opportunity. On November 15th, I left Van couver, B. C. for a weeks hunting trip. From reports I had received I

felt sure that I was going to a coun try where there should be plenty of chances to get a deer. I drove to Vancouver by auto, left there by boat the same night and arrived at destin ation about 9:00 the next morning The speeder from the logging camp was at the dock and took me to the camp about eight miles inland. I spent the afternoon on a short trip near the camp and saw two deer but too far away for a shot. The next day I left camp early with two experienced hunters. After walking about fifteen minutes from where we had left the logging train, we sat down near an old loading landing and waited. In about ten minutes a doe came across the gulley and started to climb the steep hillside. She was about a hundred yards from us and every few steps would stop to feed,

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jumped a;; J .-hot causing me to another miss. My guide started to swear and went after him. At the time I didn’t know whether he was swearing at me for missing or at the deer for getting away. I de cided not to follow and went off alone. About two hours later I left the timber for the logged off land. I was going down a trail in a ravine ana lay down to get a drink from a little stream. Glancing up I saw a spike buck walking up the trail toward me, about fifty yards away. My bow with nocked arrow was on the ground beside me. Grabbing it as I stood up, I took careful aim and it was another "close miss”. He turned in his tracks and started down the ravine. I shot again and had the first satisfaction of seeing my arrow hit. It was a welcome sight and 1 felt sure that he was mine, He ran about a hundred and fifty feet and stood in front of a stump, Another shot just grazed under him. He ran over a little hill out of sight, Fearing that I might lose him I hurried as fast as possible to the top of the hill and found him lying down bt tween a stump and a log. For fear that he might get up. though I was only ten feet from him. I put another arrow down between his shoulders to his heart. He never moved a muscle. This proved that my arrow in the hi, had already killed him. This sur prised me as he had run only th.ee hundred feet and it hadn't been quite three minutes in time. In retracing the trail I saw' large spots of blood on every log 1 „ he had jumped and a lot of blood on the airow that had gone under him, though it had seemed to me that he had Jumped as soon as my arrow ha landed. I cleaned him (my first experience; and had him ready for packing "hen my friend showed up with his hue

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My spil^e buck weighed about a hun dred pounds and while not big he was heavy enough by the time I had carried him the necessary two and a half miles, up and down hills, over and through brush, to the logging road.

along. Su.e enough in about ten minutes I saw a nice two pointer coming down the hill toward me. He stopped sideview at sixty yards. I let go and my arrow went over his back. He jumped about six or eight feet and stood looking at me. My

“He never moved a muscle’’

It rained too hard the next day for the loggeis to work so everybody went hunting. I never saw a deer all day. I blamed it on the rain but there were about a dozen brought in. This (was Monday. The next day was our last. I was very anxious to get another as Cana da allows three deer .to each license. My friend and I separated. It was another wet day and I did not see any close until about ten o’clock. It had turned quite foggy and I had headed for the steep hillside towards the tim ber when I saw a deer approaching. I hid until it was about sixty yards away when I could tell that it was a doe. I watched her- for awhile and she also spotted me. I threw rocks at her but she would not scare and started to graze. I decided to hide and see if a buck wouldn’t come

next shot was low. He jumped again and stood watching me. My third shaft started him running and jump ing down the hill. Starting back up the trail, I saw a small spike buck coming down the same trail. At about seventy yards, I had th.ee shots. I found blood on one arrow but he got away in the fog. All this happened in about ten min utes and I was surely busy for a while. Late in the afternoon I had one more shot at about eighty yards but was about a half foot low. My little experience this year has convinced me that an archer should hunt alone. Two people make twice the noise c.f one. I reached the following conclusions: that deer scare mo' e by sound and smell than by sight; that they are not as big ob(Continued on page 23)

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QA Bow and Arrow Outing, in Maine Woods

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Now that the members of the Rov in our love for the bow and our con ers’ Club are home again from their fidence in its capibility of taking any game in New England. three days’ hunt with bow and arrow in the woods of Maine, it may be of “A bunch of nuts!” you will say. interest to review some of the results Not so, brother! We had as vaiied a of the trip in their bearing upon arch group, occupationally, as you could ery as a field sport. find anywhere. There was a surgeon, The trip was made at the invitation a physician, a dentist, a noted sculp of Gov. Ralph 0. Brewster, who wish tor, two artists, an editor, a school ed to see what we could do with our teacher, a jeweler, a chemist, a nat simple and antiquated weapons. uralist, two insurance men, a civil The first question that will be ask enginee:, a heating engineer, a rail ed is, naturally: “What game did you way man, two cabinetmakers, and two get? There were 20 of you, all with manufacturers. None of them except some expe.ience in the woods, and the chemist is connected with any many of you competent and success psychopathic institution, and he—as ful with firearms. What did you do yet—is in the laboratory and not in one of the wards. ■with the bow?” There was as much diversity in agt The reply shall be as direct and de finite as the question: TWe killed one as in occupation. The youngest mem raccoon, 18 porcupines and one red ber is 16, the oldest, 65. We differ squirrel. We started several deer, even more in the length of time we but saw only two. One was more have devoted to the bow. One man than a bundled yards away—too far has used it for 50 years, another had never shot with it until this trip. ■for a bowshot. The other was only 30 yards away, and offered a good Persons to whom the bow appeals mark, but the archer missed him.” may be as diverse in other respects as our group was, but they must have Finest Outing of Their Lives Now think that over a little. Here something in common, call it what you were 20 men, all of them fairly good will—fancy, imagination, romance or archers and several of them among anything else. The simplicity of the the best in the country, We hunted weapon appeals to them. Its history three days in a region where deer touches them. The ease with which they themselves can make it in a tracks were plenty and moose and bear signs not uncommon, yet we took crude way challenges them, and the only the inconsiderable bag men degree of refinement to which an in tioned, the major portion of which— creased skill can raise it excites their admiration. the porcupine—would not be claimed as game at all. Surely we must have Sought, Not Game, but Sport returned a disillusioned, crestfallen Carrying it with them as a hunting and disappointed group! weapon, they are held by the samo Far from it! On the contrary we bond that binds him who hunts with had the finest outing of our lives, and fireaims; the thrill that lies in the we came back as enthusiastic as ever possibility of taking his food by craft

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and accurate aim; but they are held more strongly and intimately, for the bow binds the archer not only to primitive but to primeval man.

He knows that it is his own strength alone, and no extraneous, that drives his missile. It is useless, therefore, to try to popularize arch ery or to make proselytes to it. Those whose ear is attuned to the call hear it though it be a whisper. Others are deaf to it though it be trumpeted. We, having heard it reThe matter-of-fact part of the ans wer is equally simple. We are con tent,' first because what we sought was not primarily game but sport, and that we had; and, secondly, be cause the trip was successful in that it demonstrated the power of the bow to kill game quickly and neatly, and the ability of a good archer to hit game. It would, of course, be useless and untrue to deny that some of us hoped to get a deer, and a few, perhaps, a bear; but they were mostly of those who have had little experience of the bow as a hunting weapon, and who based their hopes chiefly on impres sions derived from Maurice Thomp son’s “^Witchery of Archery,” and Dr. Saxton Pope’s “Hunting With the Bow and Arrow”. Few of them real ized the difficulty of the task, or the skill and patience required to get within range.

In the woods we had the services of as good a group of guides as one could find anywhere. It was easy to see in the beginning that under their ready cou.tesy lay a good-nature<i Skepticism of our bows and arrows. They are used to guiding the average city sportsman who hunts with a rifle, and who wants to bring out a deer, no matter who shoots it. They, thereto.e, took us over a great deal of territory, kept their rifles at a ready,

and would probably have shot first if we had come upon a deer. The g. ound was covered deep with fallen leaves, and on the first two days was dry, so that “still” hunting was anything but still. We should have done better to let the guides take us to good deer territory, or point it out to us, and then to have hunted bj ourselves, separately, by standing still and watching up wind. It is a good method with the rifles and a better one with the bow. Guides Converted But if the guides were skeptical at the outset, they soon changed their point of view. When Crazy Bull, the Sioux Indian, came in at noon of the first day with his raccoon (which 1 afterward fricaseed and ate), I saw two of the guides examining the wound carefully. The nature of it- an inch-wide .gash extending com pletely through the body from side to side—showed plainly enough that it was an arrow, and not a bullet that had made it. The coon was drinking when Crazy Bull came upon it. A single shot kill ed it. It was dead within a minute. The story of ten porcupines is simi lar. For only one of them was a sec ond arrow necessary. Most of them were shot out of high trees, and the ar;ows, rising almost vertically, not only passed completely through the bodies of the porcupines, but went well up into the air beyond. The attitude of the guides changed perceptibly. One of them, an oldtimer said before we came away, “When we heard that some men were coming up here to hunt with bows and arrows we kind o’ laughed. We didn’t believe you could hit anything with a bow and airow, or kill anything that you did hit; but since we’ve seen you fellers shoot we’ve changed our mind*. There’s no question that you could kill a deer or even a bear if you hit him

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right.” Another guide, whose archer dropped a big porcupine from a tall tree with a single arrow, and who found the animal dead when he went to pick it up, said: “I’ve seen a good many porkies killed with rifle bullets, and I’ve shot a good many myself, but I never saw one killed by a bullet so quick as that.” Not only was the penetration and killing power cf the bow all that we had expected, the marksmanship, too, was goo'., notwithstanding, the fact that the rnly shot we had at a deer was a miss at 30 yards. Men have been known to miss deer with a rifle at short distances especially when it was the first chance. Now what, if anything, does our trip suggest to those who are inter ested in protecting and inci easing tin. wild game of Nelw England? The constant improvement in firearms for 50 years or more, and above all the modern extension of good roads into hitherto inaccessible regions, have placed a st.ain on our game resources that they cannot long withstand. Game Now Has Little Chance In earlier days it was no trick to get a deer or to pick off the head of a luffed grouse. We could have had fine shooting there and then with the bow. On this trip we found birds plenty enough, but as wild as hawks. They can still be taken by hunters of ordinary skill with the shotgun, as probably most of them will be before the season closes We took not one. More coverts are, therefore, that much richer than they would have been had we hunted with other weap ons than the bow. The same is true of deer and all other game. What chance has the rabbit against beagles that drive him to men who wait with shotguns ? The man who still-hunts him with the bow, even on tracking snow, seems to me

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tc. be a better sportsman, a little finer gentleman. In view of these facts, may we no*consider some possible concessions U the archer-sportsmen in times to come? I hold no illusions about the bow. I have used it too long and know its difficulties and its short comings too well to regard it as in any way a competitor of the rifle, or as a weapon that Will ever appeal to any large portion of the fraternity of sportsmen. But I also know that those who do use it as a hunting weapon, and are content with the modest amount of game they can take with it, aie the very finest type of sportsmen to be found anywhere. It would be by no means an unrea sonable course if the Game Commis sioners of some of our States should recognize that spirit of good sports manship by establishing certain game reserves open only to those who shoot exclusively with the bow, or should modify the open seasons and the li cense fees in their favor. If that suggestion seems unreason able, just note again what we took out of the Maine woods, and were content with, and then ask yourself how much game 20 men equally expe rienced in hunting, but using rifles or shotguns, would have been likely to take. From the point of view of game preserved we think the balance is in our favor; and if we are content —if we are satisfied with our three days in the woods, and can cherish the memory of one of the best times we ever had—who is the loser?

As a final thought, keep this in mind: Not one single animal was ■wounded and got away, to die a lingering death. Are there any 20 riflemen or shotgun men who ever hunted together for three days and can say that?

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Six ^Bows By A. E. Adams, Huntington, Indiana

About our house are a half dozen bows, three of them for use, one too •good to shoot and two intended for children. Every one of them has its own charateristics and its own spec ial pla c in the shooting of arrows at the target, afield, in hot weather, in dry weather or on those foggy drizzly days that occasionally ac company the autumn in Indiana.

The eno bow that is too good for use is r.n Aldred, 42-pound, 6-foot lar.cewood. It shoots hard but looks sc delicate that it never is used, used. It was lent to me by a friend when I began shooting a little, and as he kept it standing on end and I kept it hanging, the bow has a better home with me than in the place where it belongs'and its owner seems to think so, too; for he continues to leave it in my ca.e. Doubtless there are mon who would give $100 for that bow now, because, of course, a new one by the same famous maker is an impossibility. Aside from be ing used to show friends what an Aldred bow was like, this one has no real use though it will shoot. Another bow is a child’s lance wood, dating back from a generation ago. It has a powerful cast and is an excellent little weapon, being out of the toy class in spite of its size. Then there is a modern factorymade boy’s bow of ash, 5 feet and 3 inches long and drawing 18 pounds. Il teaches its lesson, too. It was bought for a boy 14 years old and be fore he used it three months, it was too light for him, raising a question as to the correctness of Ernest T. Seton’s statement that a boy’s bow should weigh one pound for every year of his age.

On this point I have a theory of my own. In the first place, a boy ‘who is too small for a 25-pound bow is too small to shoot; for shooting a bow is a man’s game. The boy for whom the 18-pound bow was bought

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Left to right—Old Clubby, the lemon wood; the "$70” yew; Old Con trary, the osage orange is able now to pull one of 35 pounds. He made himself one of that weight of red cedar backed with hickory and after much use, broke it. And that brings me to other facts, illustrated by those three remaining bows. The first one that I really possessed for myself is the one that I most often use in the field—Old Clubby.

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It is a 50-pound lemonwood, backed with rawhide, and it was bought from one of the factories known to every archer. When I got Old Club by, I wished to test it right away. Its power v as surprising, but in testing it I sprained the third draw ing finger and had to quit shooting for exactly 22 days. With this Icmonwood I went forth one cold morning to shoot a few rov ing arrow.', with three archer friends, two of whom were using lemonwood bows. The first two shots were made easily but after that I could scarcely draw the arrow to the head. I won dered what crime I had co.omitted against my muscles. Then I noticed that one of the men, using a 40pound lemonwood, was having diffi culty similar to mine. Perhaps we both we. e in poor condition. The chap who drew a G5-pound bow shot continuously, but he was a big fellolw capable of pulling 100 pounds had it been required of him. My weakness of that morning long remained a mystery to me but at last I learned that a lemonwood bow that pulls 50 pounds in a heated factory will pull many pounds more in the cold of a near-ze: o morning. It was the weather that caused the trouble. In spite of that, however, I use Old Clubby more than any other. It follows the string and it is as ponderous as if it were made of met al, but it shoots hard and can be de pended on. It is the bow I take when I hunt. It has been out in the rain after- rabbits; it has been out in zero weather and in 95-degree tempera tures, but it never fails. In fact, the only thing I held against Old Club by is the fact that it came from the makers, decorated withi aa red-andwhite ribbon to hold the cord in place—as if it were a box of candy or a manicure set. •What Old Club by should have is a piece of tough

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■whang leather; for it is a whanging good bow. As a matter of fact it now hangs suspended by a shoe •string, which, if not artistic, is far better than the girlish ribbon with which it was once bedecked. It (the bow) cost only $10. The second of the three is a yew. It is the sweetest weapon I have ever drawn. It pulls 48 pounds but I can shoot it indefinitely without tiring, and its cast is nearly perfect. I will sell it, however, for a certain price—for $70, and that does not mean $69. This is not my way of saying that I have the bow for sale, but that I have put the price beyond what you can buy a good yew bow for, so that I can keep this one in my possession. I want it. The stave for it came from Ye Sylvan Archer—a chunk of rather dark heart with white sapwood, about three inches wide and some 2 inches thick, with the bark still on. It was a pretty hunk, too, and had a curve, in addition to a few waves of grain, the curve being in the middle —just enough to give a sort of Cupidbow effect at the grasp. It was too good for me to work with, and 1 turned it over to the Rev. Karl R. Thompson, an amateur bow maker, to work out for me. I had attemped bdiws myself and broken most of them. One child’s vzeapon, made from a crooked and thin limb of osage orange, was com pleted and it ■would shoot unbeliev ably far, but it was broken. Then I t. ied two cedar backed bows and they broke before I got them completed. My son made one of cedar in school, but it eventually broke. A friend made one, too, but it went the same way after hard usage. I have never seen a cedar bow that would stand up to constant shooting without chrysling, but while they last they are good weapons; and it is possible

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that we made some errors that took away the lasting qualities of ours. Though I have never finished a cedar bow, I know well how the aver age man, with no workshop of his own, should start one. He should go seriously to his wife and say something like this: “You must not go into the north east room—not even look into it.” Wife will be curious, and her laconic inquiry will be: “Why?” “Because”, you will explain, “I went in there and saw a big moti, flying around—not a mothlet but a full-grown, big, virile, savage moth. I got away before it attacked me, and I am going to fix him!” “Will it bite? What’ll you do?” and other questions will be asked, lou wave all these aside to explain: “I’ve got the stuff to fix him—look here.” And you shew her a 6-foot stick of straight-grained cedar, with a quarter inch of hickory glued to it. “I’ll get some shavings off this chunk and that will do the work. Moths do not like shavings of cedar—ask the doctor. If that moth does not bite one of the children or kill the dog for a day or two, he is doomed to destruction. But you stay out here and I’ll go in after him— I’m brave.” Then you go into the room, shut the door, and, if you have sufficient ly impressed your wife, you can .get shavings all over the floor without protest or command. But I never got much farther than that. I always splintered the bow bj putting one end on the floor and bending it—the bow of course. It may have been the fault of the glue as cabinet adhesive was used in stead of the modern casein variety. With osage orange I had better luck and much more labor. They say osage is the hardest stuff in the world to woik. I agree, and empha sized the point by naming the third

bow of mine Old Contrary. I had a stick of wood with the bark on, and one Sunday afternoon when my wife Iwas away from home, I got bark and shavings all over the kitchen. I be gan by marking out the back of the bow on the sap wood, roughly; then sawing into the wood at intervals and chopping out with a hatchet. It is a dangerous proceeding, but I hao luck this time. By early SeptemberI had the bow leather backed and ready for the horns, handle and fin ishing, and by late September it was ready to shoot. It is 5 feet, 614 inches, and I was afraid to draw it to the 28-inch limit. In seven months at odd times, I had made a bow. It shoots a streak and it hits hard, but because it is a little short, I turned it over to the boy. Was the work wasted? Not at all. If I ever start another osage orange bow (and I’ll never be satis fied until I do), I shall begin with the intention of having the finished pioduct within a year. It will be worth the wait. A drawknife may be used for part of the work if you are very, very careful. After that a plane may be used a little, but it is vexatious. Then you Will come to the chunk of glass or scraper and the wood rasp and file. iWhen I first tried to string Old Contrary, I had the wrestling match of my tender career. I had glued the horns on and made the string very strong. When the family was away, I started one day to exercise my will and muscle over the thing. In the contest that followed, both horns were loosened and Old Con trary won every fall. If there is any thing in the woild that refuses to yield to the human will it is a fourfifths completed osage bow. Get a picture of this one and you will see why. The wood was pai-t sap and part yellow, with the sap on

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the back. When I started work in February it was green. As it dried cut it revel sed itself most beauti fully. so that when I tried to string the thing I had to overcome this reversal. Finally my son and I together got the thing stiung up. I put the wild

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to an archer. There is the little lancewood bow; it is a beautiful p. oduct. There is the factory-made ash—not much good but possessed of a personality of its own. There is the old Aldred bow—kept for a value that is much greater than its utility. There is Old Clubby, a fac tory-made lemonwood, with a kick, following the string and increasing in strength with the cold, but deliv e ing the goods in rain or shine and depended on to shoot hard and true and never to break. T can drag Olu Clubby through the weeds and woods and never worry about bruises. There is the yew, excellent at the ta get, just the thing for shooting at tin cans on the lawn, and always beautiful. I should not care to sell that because every man who sees it admires it, and I am selfish enough to want it for my own. And there is Old Contrary, made of one of the best bow materials on this sphere, casting hard and far and never getting dented when bumped against a stone or tree—possibly the best hunting bow material in the world. And I’d like to have a few more of various types and materials! We are very sorry that we received the invitation of the Santa Monica Archers, extended to all archers, to participate in their Second Annual Invitational Tournament to be held on Clover Field Range, Saturday and Sunday, December 8th and 9th, 1928, too late for publication in the Novem ber issue of YE SYLVAN ARCHER. A float entered by Joe Marcroft and O. E. Palmateer under the name of the Salem Archery Club won first place in the fraternal section, and a lunge silver cup in the American Legion parade at Salem, Oregon, on November 12 th, 1928. Congratula tions.

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yin Archer’s Outing <By Maurice Thompson (Continued from last issue) “Pap he want yer ter kem over ter the still-hcuse ternight,” said the youth, speaking back at me across his shoulder slantwise after the moun tain fashion, as he tuined to go away. I took that invitation as a com mand f.om the monarch of the Pock et; but it was a'so a characteristic asknowledgment of the irrefrangible bond wound about us two in the stormy days of war. Think of it, pray; a battered Confederate cavalry canteen fu’l of cream! My old com rade could rot have invented a more effective appeal; far back within me I heard the guns and the multitudin ous rebel yell. A ship’s cable could not have held me away f. om that il licit still-house; albeit when I went I found neither pleasure nor profit in the visit. I had changed, or Trussler was not the same, or somethng cataclysmal had befallen us both; for we could not find standing room on the o’d common ground; and so I was glad to got away from a rollicking fiddle, a brace of bony mountaineers, who danced a tipsy double shuffle, and Ti ussier, who wanted me to di ink whisky ad infinitum, to say nothing of the wheezing little copper still and a pervading smell of sour still-slops. My friend finally let me go without much ado; he doubtless felt my in adequacy, as I felt his; and when at eleven by night I got into my ham mock, never did brook bubble form a sweeter slumber song for a weary man. Next day I killed seven log cocks, doing such shooting as no man may hope to do in the presence of his doubting friends; and now five skins from the lot are in as many museums and private collections. One skin, by

the way, has a curious history. I sent it to a friend in Savannah; he kept it until in misfortune he had to sell it to a dealer in New York. Not long ago I received a p’casant letter from an English gentleman well known to ccicrcc. He has my bird skin, and his letter explains that p. personal note wri.ten by me to my friend in Sevan ah is still at'ached to the trophy, along with an explicit description of how its original wea.ev was killed by me “with a blunt arrow at the third shot, a paced dis tance of fifty-eight yards.” 'One of the inestimable values of such an outing as this arises front the after-taste of it, and from cer tain belated reverberations which follow and overtake the imagination long after one’s i eturn to the hard business of life. It is the character istic distinction of the current civil ization and .gives him certain draughts of immemorial delight dat ing back to some remote golden per iod notable for its bowmen, its cool, bird-haunted woods, and its freedom from artificial woi ries. But the bow itself is a real phys ical blessing, a portable and charm ing gymnasium, affording the whole round of healthful exercises. To me, however—and I see how certain del icately constituted moral natures may shudder at my confession, on account of ignorance—it is the sav age side of wild wood archery which is most fascinating.. The return to nature is, perhaps, on one side, the return to the ancient struggle for mastery over other forms of militant organic life. A few days of this primitive delight may be had by the archer, provided j that he can enter sincerely into the sport, body and

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soul. I am sure that some precious tesque red head and every leer of gain is added to the store of life’s those almost reptilian eyes. He was best treasury by such a change of clinging to the side of the stump habit as this experience compels. It just below the opening of the cavity, widens one’s vision, discovers a mys his stiff-pointed tail feathers braced terious yet finely marked horizon far underneath him, and his wings close behind classical Arcadias and the shut. His broad beak was a target limits of conventional romances; and, clearly set and tempting. best of all, it makes real for a brief The log-cock is not game, as every space the universal dream of care sportsman knows; but it must be re less and honey-sweet freedom, sung membered that no bird is quite safe by the world’s master poets. The where a wild archer roams; and, be twang of a bowstring and the hiss sides, I was no saint; or, if I was. of a flying arrow in a dim and lone my saintliness, like many another’s, ly space amid the trees of a wilder took kindly to this form of tempta ness set a seal of authenticity upon tion, which was exactly what I had your communion with the youth of come into the Pocket to be overcome Time. by. That flaming top-knot, the long I read Horace very little, as my bill and the constricted neck were notes show; for he is a poet to be wagging from side to side like the bled drop by drop; but one day about red flag of some frantic signal offi noon, while swinging in the ham cer. He had discovered something in mock above the brook, and mouth the hole, a snake I surmised, and ing his open-vowelled music, a log was too busy to notice me, so I had a fair shot. cock called me. I remember the next moment seeing Horace floating, help A heavy pewter-headed arrow hap pened to come in my way when I lessly and widespread, dohvn the bub bling current into which I had drop reached to take one from my quiver', ped him as I sprang from the trick and with it I let drive; but the shot sy net; but I let him drift, and grab was not perfectly aimed, a trifle too bed my bow, and slung on my quiver; hasty, perhaps, and with ai resound... o ___ _ the wood the poor little book could wait until ing blow _it struck upon my shooting was over, and so it close to the bird’s neck, knocking in soaked and floated I know not whith ward a long angular fragment. The er, while I had an adventure of which lo.g-cock’s consternation was comic my diary of the time bears legible ally intense and spasmodic. All of notes. of his feathers appeared to spring This particular log-cock, when I erect on his back, neck, and head; came in sight of it, was upon a de his long bill flew open wide, his caying tulip stump which stood in a wings were akimbo, his eyes starting. And in a wild hurry forth from bit of flat land at the brookside. The bird was mightily agitated, and was that hole dashed an owl with his cackling and raucously scolding at a plumage turned the wrong way; he, slit-shaped natural cavity in the wood too, frightened out of all semblance strigidan dignity, ten feet above the ground. My wood of traditional craft told me that within the hollow bumping against the log-cock and was some predatory enemy whom tumbling downward in a topsy-turvy Mr. Log-cock greatly feared, yet tussle with him. For a moment the wished to dislodge. I could read the two birds were indistinguishably meaning of every toss of that gro- blent into a sort of mist; and the

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owl clawed some breast feathers out of his cackling opponent, who, when he got himself free, galloped awing and away through the woods at a dizzy speed. I stood there bow in hand laughing at what had happen ed, until it occurred to me that the owl himself was no bad target, as he clung there, halfway down the stump, blinking his yellow eyes and grind ing his hooked mandibles harshly to gether. It turned out to be a fine specimen of Wilson’s owl, a bird not uncommon, but very hard to procure, cn account of its shy and strict noc turnal life, and I considered my shot an extremely lucky one when I saw the heavy-headed arrow whack upon my aim, bear- the bird three yards along and bring it down. A professional hint or two may not be out of place here, for the benefit of the practical archer who may happen to read this sketch. There is one serious objection to bow shoot ing in the woods which I have done my best to soften, since I cannot en tirely remove it. Ordinary shafts, made after the pattern of the best English target arrows, when you shoot them at any considerable ele vation, fly so far that they are al most always lost, especially where there is undergrowth. My plan is to give my arrows a very stout stele, a heavy head and broad feathers. Of course, this shortens the shooting range and makes the trajectory very high; more over, the broad feather gives forth a loud sighing noise which sets a clever bird to dodging or makes it fly before it can be hit. Still, in the long run, the archer gains by using this sort of arrows. I dye two of the feathers red, leaving the cockfeather natural or vice versa. After all is done, however, you must learn to follow the flight of your shaft and mark where it strikes down. Usually it will stick into the ground,

and you soon catch the trick of find ing it by the glint of the gay feathers. The bowman who has never tried sylvan archery can easily imagine how exciting the sport becomes where birds are plenty and not too shy and wary. But not all of what befalls the archer is to be listed with savage affairs, and reckoned against him ■when his accounts are settled in the glare of an over-enlightened con science, for he is gentle enough with the mocking bird, the brown thrush, and all the rest of the wild-wood singers. I have swung in my ham mock for hours and listened dream ily to the catbird’s wonderful trickle of melody filtered through the haw thickets, or watched a lonely peewee catching flies on the wing. Shooting, and at a living mark, is, I will own, that which brings me after all the smack of absolute delight in the bow. I am content to suffer the criticism of those who consider an evening at the average theatre quite humanising, and my sylvan archery but brutal business. They may be right; still the recoil of a trusty yew, the indescribable low note of a bow-string, and the glad swish of a broad-feathered arrow whirring through the air, give a joy which cannot be set aside for the prejudice or the artificial delights of a fin de s>ecle realism which would throttle every mood save its own. And so, with now an ode to Horace, and now a snack of savoury broiled bacon and toasted biscuit, a stealthy march stolen upon a wary log-cock, a stiong shot and a ringing knock high in some old tree, an all-night’s sleep in the blanketed hammock, and many a discovering of nature’s rich est secrets, I licked the overflowing honeycomb of healthful, recreative pastime. Concluded in next issue.

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More Flight Records By C. D. Curtis, Pembina, N. D.

Peihaps you and your readers may be interested in a brief statement of some of my best distances made in flight shooting here at Pembina a» there is quite an interest taken in flight shooting at present, especially in the West. You will remember that I wrote an ai-ticle on flight shooting for YE SYLVAN ARCHER some time ago and at that time my best distance was 366 yards. How ever by the time the article was published Mr. Hill of Florida had made 391 yards. Soon after making 366 yards with my osage, I broke a deep splinter from the back which ruined it as a flight bow. I tiied unsuccessfully to glue this splinter so that it would stay. I wrote Mr. Frederick A. Kibbe of Coldwater, Michigan, concerning my trouble and he asked me to send

the bow and splinter to him and in cidentally remarked that in case he could not i epair it he would make me a better flight bow than I hao ever owned to replace the broken one. I was quite skeptical about this statement but gladly sent the broken bow to him. After a brief time Mr. Kibbe informed me that he thought it wasted time to attempt to repair my bow. I was not surprised for it was a pretty tough looker.

In due time the promised new osage flight bow arrived. It was a perfect piece of osage if ever one was put into a bow. Beautiful flight bows do not always peiform the best but I will have to make an exception in this case for on September 22nd I shot three arrows with this same bow the following distances: 417

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few foil's Looking it Over. (Cut courtesy K. A. Kibbe, Coldwater, Mich.) yards 8 inches, 417 yards 17 inches, end 422 yards 24 inches. So far as I know these are all record distances for this coontry. If any archer has beaten them I should be glad to hear of it for I do not want to claim any records that belong to someone else. Of course they were not made at tour naments and therefore not official but I have men here who witnessed the shots and did the measuring so you may rest assured that they are authentic.

This osage bow measures five feet four and one half inches long and is

backed with i awhide. I do not know the weight of the bow but I estimate it at 125 pounds. As said before it is a beautiful piece of wood and that it is tough you will know when I tell you that it will stand the full draw of a thirty inch arrow. Two arrows that I used in making the 417 yard distances were also fur nished by the same man who made the bow. The ar.ows are thirty inches long and are of Port Orford cedar. Owing to a permanent physical injury to one of my arms, I shoot my flight bows by bracing my feet against the bow, a method taught me by the Sac and Fox Indians many yea. s ago. This method is about as old as archery and was much used in contests in England when the bow rei.gned supreme as a weapon of the chase and of war. I see that in some of the tourna ments in Oregon prone shooting is being introduced in the novelty events. Our soldiers are taught prone rifle shooting so why not shoot prone with the bow occasionally, if we like it, just for the fun ?

Fie Brings Down His Deer Less than a year ago, J. H. McCaughan, Fourth street Olympia druggist, first pulled a linen bow string and heard it twang as a feath ered arrow buried its steel nose in a bale of hay. And today he is the first man in Olympia and one of the few in the en tire northwest who has brought down big game with the weapons of the ab original inhabitants of this Charmed Land. McCaughan got a buck deer near Summit Lake, in Thurston countj. during the last week of open season. With a six-foot yew wood bow and

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a red quiver, full of tapered, razor sharp hunting arrows, McCaughan had hunted all through the wilds of Mason county without success. Thurston county’s open season ex tends a week beyond that of Mason, so he came nearer home for his kill. McCaughan was hunting with a plumber fiiend. The friend had pulled a bow at targets, but when he went out for meat he trusted to smokeless powder and a well-oiled rifle. They trudged up the slopes thru dense brush. Then McCaughan saw the buck on the slope above him, sidle thru the brush. He reached over his shoulder, drew an arrow out and across his bow, fitted the notch to the string and let it fly. It caught the buck in the hind quar ters and apparently paralyzed him. The deer hardly moved from his tracks. McCaughan’s accomplishment has

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won him note among archery fans all over the northwest. In the rear of his pharmacy Mc Caughan has fitted up a workshop with targets, aging woods for future bows, and all the impedimenta of the ancient art. “Some folks rather criticized me for hunting with a bow, feeling it was more cruel than hunting with a gun. ■But” he explains, “an arrow, if not fatal, will break off and work out and the slight, clean wound will heal. “An animal wounded by a gun is different. Usually the bullet has shattered a bone and the animal is crippled for life. And besides, tlit wound from a bullet is small and has a tendency to close up. The wound from an arrow allows an inrush of air which seems to shock the animal, and besides it’s large enough to in sure death if struck anywhere in the body cavity.”

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Jack Rabbit Big Chief No-Tooth Lloyd Parsons and Chief Many-Hair Frank Frye with their mighty bows . and arrows, a hunting went last Sunday afternoon, They walked many heap miles and stalked their game regular Injun fashion. But the game consisting mostly of jack rabbits was faster was f_ than their arrows. Finally they got Finally they to the windward of one great big one jackrabbit. Slowly Slowly they they crept up on him and Chief No-Tooth fixed one of the deadly arrows in his big bow. “Don’t fire until you see the white of his eyes” whispered Chief Many-Hair, or maybe he said red of his eye, we don’t know what kind of eyes a jack rabbit has got. Slowly Chief No Tooth pulled back the mighty bow

aiming at the rabbit’s left eye. “Twang” went the arrow and the rab bit rolled over on his back with an arrow right through his head. The sharp missile had entered the left eye of the rabbit and come out of his Tight eye, showing the deadly aim of Chief No-Tooth. Chief Many-Hair let out a war whoop that could be heard for many miles, and frightened child ren ran for the shelter of their moth er’s arms. So elated were the two warriors over their kill that they be came exceedingly bold and crept up on an old black crow that was crip pled, and shot her full of arrows. AH joking aside those two birds can hand le a bow and arrow.—From Minnesota Newspaper,

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•J How a Boy can Make His Own Hows and Arrows (Continued from last issue.) Making the String You have noticed that my instruc tions differ from others. Now in ycur case, I wish you would read all advice you can get and then do as you have a mind to. Get a ball of No. 10 or 12 harness maker’s twine. There are two sizes of balls. The smaller will make three or four strings. Drive a couple of nails about as fai apait as once and a half the length of your bow. Fasten one end of the twine to one of the nails, pass it around the other, bringing it back around the other nail. Do this six times. Now you have a cord of twelve strands. Removing it from the nails, hold by the center and bee’s wax it tow ards the ends. This removes the fuzz on the string as well as straightens the snarls in the string. Now fasten one end of the string to one of the nails or something else. Looking at the other end you will see it has a twist. Putting on your- knee the end you hold, roll it from you the way it is twisted. Do this until the string is twell twisted. Then, holding the ends so they will not untwist, wax it well. This is half of your string. Make the other in the same way.

Now fasten one end of each string to a nail. Take the other ends in your hands. Twist both strings to gether, rolling them the opposite way you did before. Tavist them about ten times, then wax them again thor oughly. Then twist until the string is round, waxing it well. Tie a knot in one end to keep it from untwist ing. Taking the other end, twist it extra tight, making an eye loop the width of three fingers from the end that will fit tight to the botw near the string notch. Make an eye loop just large enough to slip from the notch on to the main part of the bow, near the string notch.

You have nearly finished now. Get ready to use it. Slip the eye loop onto the notch on one end of the bow. Place this end on the ground, taking hold of the other end with the left hand, near the upper notch, place the knee on the middle of the bow. With the string above the knee and the bow below, put the string around the notch. P>end the bow with the left hand, tightening the string until the bow is bent enough. Now make three half hitches around the bow and fast en with a knot. When you wish to unstring the bow, do not touch this ■last knot, but putting the center of the bow under the knee with the

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st. ing above the bow, take hold of the upper end of the bow with the left hand, bend the bow until you can slip the eye loop towards the center of the bc-iw, not over the end. This leaves the string on the bow. The reason I string and unstring the bow the way I do ,is that it is easier this way than the other way for a boy, end I am writing this for boys. After the bow is strung, lay it in front of you with the string towards

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you. Take hold of the bow with your right hand, then with the left take hold of the feather end of an arrow. Lay the arrow on top of the bow in the angle formed by the bow and the right hand. Fit the notch on the string, draw it back as far as pos sible. Let go and see where the arrow will go. Now practice making arrows, mak ing bows, making strings, shooting. Read everything you can find about archery. But practice and think.

Warning to Q^oys Mr. J. E. Davis, Editor, Ye Sylvan Archer, Dear Sir:When the “Sylvan Archer” arrives in the mail all else is usually put aside until I can have read it from cover t o cover, ads. and all but this time, after starting to read the N ovember issue I have read as far as page 17 and here I have to stop and write you.

such handling of cartridges; I have tinkered with firearms and saitridges for the past 30 years or more, have hand loaded many thousand of centre fire cartridges and I can say right now that I have a lot more re spect for the ac cidental explosion of powder than 1 used to have; it is heap quick and no time to dodge, also in my parti cular line of work I have had occa sion to see sever al lost eyes from tinkering w it h cartridges; think that it would be well and fine for you to make some note in next issue about the danger of such procedure as above noted in this connection, it is absolute fol ly and extremely

In this article on “How a Boy can make his own Bows and A rrows” i s given most dangerous advice I have ever seen in print; this refers to the making of arrow points b y filing off the rear end of 32 long cartridges, and if dangerous. this advice is fol lowed by many “Slightly Overbowed.’’ Edwin Roger With kindest Fitzgerald, Oskosh, Wisconsin, aged boys I foreset regards and best 4 years. (Cut courtesy F. A. Kibbe many eyes lost, if nothing worse by wishes fpr Ye Sylvan Archer and the

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game of Archery, I am Most sincerely (Dr.) G. R Hays

“A North Umpqua Hunt With Bow and Arrow” By Judge Cummings Deer season was nearing its close in this section of Oregon, as Prof. B. G. Thompson of Corvallis, Earl Ull rich and myself of Roseburg, loaded the old Studebaker with a week’s nec essities and by careful management and frequent use of a pinch bar located B. G. in the back seat, for a fifty mile ride to the end of the road at Steamboat Bridge on the North Umpqua. Starting at about 9 a.m. we drove thru some of the most beautiful mountain country in Oregon, arriv ing at Steamboat about noon. The day was ideal in starting but after dinner it started to drizzle and lasted thru the night. Thru a mis understanding with our guide and packer (an all around good fellow) Perry Wright, as to the exact meet ing time, we had to stay at Steamboat over night. Earl and myself located an old prospectors shack in the afternoon, so decided we would try that for the night. We shouldered our packs and hit the trail and soon were under sheltering shakes and busy driving out pack rats. We built a roaring fire in the old fireplace and prepared for bed, after hanging everything eatable (shoes, clohes, etc.) on wires from the log rafters. During th*, night the rats had a great time carrying stuff around and dumping over cans. The morning dawned cloudy as we tramped back to see how the .Pro fessor and Perry were getting along with the sow belly and do our share it nnt out rw-F of sight. Break.' in putting it.

fast over we proceeded to pack and get started on a twenty mile pack over mountain trails, that for real beauty can’t be equaled anywhere. The trail followed the North Ump qua river for some ten miles at times, at river level, again high above it, and we could look down and see the salmon spawning on the shoals. The weather had turned for the better and soon the sun was peeking thru the thinning clouds, and we were destined to enjoy a week of the most ideal weather and hunting con ditions ever imaginable. Nature smiles when man comes back to her with primitive weapons she so well remembers, no roar of gun or stench of powder to desecrate her peaceful solitude. After miles of winding, leaf strewn trail, we began leaving the river ovei a switch back trail to the top of the mountain to the Ill-I-Hee ranger station and thence to the home of ou< packer, Perry Wright, where a dandy meal was served by Mrs. Wright. Dinner over, we started on the last hitch of our ride and I for one war not sorry, I was never cut out for a jockey. Here we were met by the dogs, who had been tied up for some time and when unleashed started for the trail. We had gotten nicely started and night was coming on when we missed the dogs and soon heard them baying a trail high up on the mountain. It was too late to fol low them and we had camp to make and quite a trip still ahead of us, so Perry left the pack train to us and went in search of the dogs. We kept right on, down thru shady creek canyon, around the base of Eagle rock and over the suspension bridge and up the other side of the hump to Oak Flats. Night was now upon us and the trail was lost several times thru the flats and finally the horses refused to go further so we

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unpacked and made camp. A fire was soon built and we rolled in, turn ing out the horses for a week’s rest. The morning found us camped on the edge of a cliff, two hundred feet straight dowm and a mile from water. We named the camp “Lucky”. Lucky we stonned where we did. It also proved a mighty lucky one from the game standpoint. Perry showed up with the dogs about ten in the morn ing and as it was too late to work the dogs for vermin, we improved the camp. We matched coins to see who should have first, second and last day out with the dogs, for we were after ver min with deer as a side line. The professor drew' the first trip. Earl the next, and I the last, so bright and early Thompson and Perry set out Big Camas way and Earl and I the other, still hunting deer. We had gone but a short way, when looking thiu the brush at the edge of the trail we saw four deer feeding, but

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none had horns. We were sighted or sensed and with a few bounds they were out of sight. We hunted till about noon and I sighted the back end of a big buck as he went down a canyon, and shortly after, while I was resting backed against a big pine tree, I saw a large wolf, some two hundred yards away, pass thru a little open ing, hop upon a windfall and run along it for ten yards or so and dis appear.

In g-etting back to camp wre found the Professor and Perry were in and all excited and well they might be for the dogs had treed a big female cougar and B. G. had registered a kill. It measured around 8 feet from tip to tip and had furnished thrills a plenty. Earl’s day was next and as the female cougar showed signs of having been taking care of young, his chances were excellent and proved just so. He came back by noon and had two

B. G. Thompson, Corvallis, and pheasant shot through the head with an arrow

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dandy cats, each about 5 ft. six and the fur was prime. The afternoon was taken up in skinning them and salting down the hides. The next day was my chance, and a Friday besides. That in itself is dis couraging to some, not me, I’m not superstitious, but I was doubtful after such excellent luck the two preceding days, couldn’t see how it could last However its great just to be out in this endless nowhere of giant trees, silence broken only by our foot falls and an occasional Mountain Jay or Woodpecker. The day was another of those brisk autumn days that you all know about, one of those kind that you want to live in forever. (Concluded in the next issue)

The Alsea, Oregon, Archery Club has made arrangements for an in door range and handicap shoots which will be held every Thursday evening. Archers are invited. Send in your hunting stories and club news. We want to make Ye Syl van Archer a medium for the dis semination of archery news. We can not unless the archers throughout the country help us.

After Deer Amonfc the Big Trees (Continued from page 5) jects to hit as they look; that the back is the place to carry a quiver and I have yet to see a satisfactory one for hunting, one that keeps arrows dry, is silent and still easily accessible; that you can carry three spare shafts in your bow hand be sides the one that is nocked and it is seldom that you will have more than four shots at one deer; and that the

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A GOOD YEW BOW for $15.00. Any weight desired. Satisfaction guaranteed. William Doughty, Aums ville, Oregon.

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MANUFACTURER OF THE finest Archery Targets. Maker for the Na tional, Eastern ancl Metropolitan tour naments, also for Mr. James Duff of Jersey City. Wholesale and Retail. John Smith, 33 Thorne St., Jersey City, New Jersey. ADD GRACE AND BEAUTY to your bow with our polished cow horn Bow Tips. Neatest Tips on the market. Colors, brown or black. Sizes % and % inch holes. Per pair $1.25 and $2.00, delivered. The LeBaron Arch ery Co., Box 192, Ortega, Florida.

CAN YOU FEATHER an arrow in One Minute? You can with the Bull’s Eye Feathering Clamp. Automatic ally locates and holds each feather in exact position. No Pins, No Strings, No Profanity are necessary. Price Three Dollars each delivered. Return clamp and get your money back if not satisfied. Made and sold by Geo. W. Blodgett, 387 E. .Washington St., Portland, Ore. YEW AND LEMONWOOD BOWS Arrows plain and footed. Write for prices. R. W. Denton, Oregon City, Oregon.

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bow and arrow is the only way to hunt if you wish to thoroughly en joy it. I hope that I haven’t bored you with this long account of my trip but it is the first time that I have ever killed anything larger than a rabbit with any kind of a weapon, so you see that it has meant more to me than it would to old experienced hunters. ■ ns —ua—— mi —— ———-im——w— +-------

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YEW STAVES—Oregon’s finest Seasoned one year—Fine—Straight— clear. $5.00 to $10.00. H. W. White, R. 4, B. 38, Portland, Oregon. ARCHERY SCORE CARDS—$2.50 per hundred, 75 cents for 25. Frank Taylor & Son, Albany, Oregon.

CANE SHAFTS (not bamboo) for best flight and hunting arrows; any size or length, not stiaightened 50c dozen; straightened, perfect $1.00 doz. Postage 10c doz. State size Pope’s “Yorkshire” hunting heads are lightest and best; sample 25c, $3.50 doz. Free folder. Finest Osag.* bows made to order. E E. Pope, Woodville, Texas. Tru-Flight Metal Arrows Mr. Archer: Have you ever considered how hard it has been to get 6 straight arrows, uniform in weight and balance, that will not change due to moisture absorbtion or warping? The TRU-FLIGHT Target Arrow, made from aeroplane tobing, well-known for its strength and light ness, fitted with hardened steel point and fibre nock, meets the require ments of the most fastidious. Agents wanted. Single Arrows $1.75 6 Arrows $9.00 Tru-Flight Metal Arrow Co. Fox Chase. Pa.

j;ALUMINUM NOCKS b 5/16” and 9/32”, 85 cents per doz.; <! Parallel steel points, 5/1G” and G G 9 /32”, 50 cents per doz. Special d prices on 100 or more. Adjustable nocking tool, $1.50. G Each size fits both nocks and points.

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fi.eM bow -icepfional hard yew seasoned over ten years. Mra has n'ver been defeated when fla.ng this bow with it she made nnmrkable shot at the Albany tournament of 354 yards and thtrtv rh With It “he «Htsb)i«h*d the Pacific Northwest ladies flight record practice “he has repeadMIy shot thh. S4 pound at w-.r?!> Wa .« r ?«0 measured v ards Three fm* flight arrows price $50.00i »?ot s v. * t>\ responsible archer on appr val Dm trained 5 1-2 ft ladies target bow weighs 23 pounds, will shoot Vei the s tv vards with slightest elevation, a beaut ful finished bow. follows :ng but very nttle. including eight fme arrows $50 00 on pine Port Orford cedar and douglas fir arrow squares from 3 •eno. each from the groat burnt over stump, of the Port Orford ^.untry come* the finest arrow stock in the world, air seasoned luare. regular run cents || to 1 Oil years Port Orford cedar w»----- - three — ./4 fnr and spine anine 10 10 cents cent* elected 5 ce®t. each, especially selected for areain grain and

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