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CATS IS CATS AND FROGS IS FROGS
1 By Walt Wilhelm WHAT A FIELD ASSOCIATION CAN MEAN TO ARCHERY 4 By John L. Yount FIELD ARCHERY IN ENGLAND 5 By A. G. Banks ON MAKING A FLINT ARROWHEAD 6 By A. E. Andrews ......................... NEW YORK FAIR TOURNAMENT 7 By- Mrs. Myrtle K. Miller,................... 8 EDITORIAL ................................................. .... 9 WITH OUR ADVERTISERS FIELD ARCHERS OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA 10 By John L. Yount ............ A KENTUCKY COLONEL AND AN ARCHER By A. E. Andrews 11 FROM THE PHILLIPINES By y. G. Sisler Jr 12 THE BOYS IN THE LOWER BRACK ETS By the Retired Basement Champion 13
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Cats is Cats, and Frogs is Frogs By Walt Wilhelm, Yermo, California In my opinion archers are the greatest sportsmen in the world, par ticularly field archers. A group of field men may spend months prepar ing for a big game hunt, drive hun dreds of miles in to the back country, pack their sleeping bags over a twen ty mile mountain range, and wind up shooting crickets, or rattle snakes. They take things as they find them —first come first served, as it were. A group of hunters may be right on the tail of a six point buck, then blast the deer hunt to smithereens just to get a chance to shoot a blunt point clean through a bald hornet’s nest as it swings with the wind atop a tall oak. Folks unfamiliar with field archers wouldn’t get the idea. The idea is this. A good buck would mean plenty of camp meat for a bunch of archers all right, and they’d like it; but th© majority of them would rather work ten times as hard trying for some thing smaller. Now if a gang of archers got interested in a bald hor net’s nest some one, or all of them,
would take a shot at it. At any rate the nest would be hit sometime. Once disturbed, arrows would have to be retrieved among a flying mass of mad hornets. Did you ever get stung by a hornet? Well, they darn near knock you down when they sit on you. There isn’t a chance in a thousand that you could get an arrow amongst a bunch of hornets without getting stung. But they’d all take that chance because it affords ex citement and that’s what they’re after. The guy who said, “it’s the little things in life that count/’ surely said a mouthful. Did you ever try to hit a small bat on the wing? Take a squint at the target men; they’ll shoot in a pretty good rain. If it gets too wet, they’ll gather un der some shelter and shoot at small things on the grass, somebody’s hat, or what have you. When they do that they’re shooting field archery— but try and get ’em to admit it. They won’t—that is, yet. But after all, target archers, when they do this,
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Mil Part of the gang. Left to right—Bill Joy, Jack Willard, Gene Holston, Clyde Day, the magic man, Bob Hoover.
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are living up to the old tradition that archers are tops as sportsmen. The last Sunday in May quite a gang of archers met at my place on. the desert for a jamboree and a wild cat hunt. The night before we had shooting to music. Most of them liked it. Such shooting I never saw before. From fifty feet that gang could destroy two inch bulls faster than a guy could paint ’em. Sunday Ken and I got the old hunt ing cars warmed up for a wild cat roundup. We’d been seeing three big cats in one bunch down in the mesquite brush and we planned to get all the boys we could together and have a drive. Evidently some of the boys didn’t like my brand of hunting for many of them went to another part of the desert. I haven’t heard what luck they had. The boys who went with Ken and I were Bob Hoover, Clyde Day, Gene Holston from San Diego, Bill Joy, Jack Willard, Bill Joy Jr., and Fred Woodley. Wle climbed into the old hunting cars and headed across coun try. Out on the flat desert a jack jumped up. Someone yelled, “Let’s run him down.” We tried to do it. Wide open, we gave chase to jack. The old cars were jumping ten feet as we hit those sand mounds that collect around every grease-weed. I ran a sharp root through the left hind tire which destroyed the tube. We had no spare. We got some barbed wire and tied the tire to the rim and kept going. We made several good runs but due to the rough country couldn’t quite catch the long ears, so we headed to ward the cat country. The day was a hot one. We stopped under some giant cottonwood trees to have a drink—from the water bags, I mean. The grove was a beautiful spot. Jack Willard flopped down on the clean sand. As he looked around he said, “Listen, my merry men, we’re in the heart of Sherwood forest. What say we rest awhile and wait for a weary traveler?” “It’ll be a long wait,” Bill Joy an swered. “This is a wild country and travelers are few.” “Swell,” said Jack, “Now I can. go to sleep.” It was unusual for the day time, but a loud bellow echoed through the
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tall timber. “What the heck was that?” ex claimed Bob Hoover as he scrammed to his feet. “A young bull a bawlin’ if you ask me,” said Gene Holston. “You’re wrong,” Ken told them. “That was a big bull frog. There’s plenty of them a short way south of here in an old slough. No use trying for them in daylight though, for you’ll have a tough time seein’ ’em among the moss and brush. You got to get them babies at night with a flashlight and a good fish arrow.” “Cats is cats, and frogs is frogs. We know we’re close to a frog so what’s holding you guys,” said Bob Hoover. “Up and at ’em, men. I’m going to get the bird that bawls like a bull or know the reason why.” We all jumped up and strapped on our quivers. Ken was trying to per suade us to go after cats and leave the frogs until night. Get this, arch ers—when you tell a field man that he can’t do something that’s just what he’s going to try. The more Ken tried to get those birds to wait until night for frogs, the more eager they were to get ’em now. I’ll admit Clyde Day wanted to hunt cats for he said, “I didn’t drive 150 miles to molest a poor little frog. I want cats. Besides the frogs on the desert aren’t bigger than a chaw of tobacco.” Ken and I planted those frogs about ten years ago. I couldn’t stand around and let Day belittle ’em that way; I said to Mr. Day, “Listen, bro ther, there’s frogs here on the desert that can kick a chew of tobacco clean out of your mouth and never get his front feet off the ground.” Day thought that was a pretty good frog but he still wanted to go after cats. Before I go on with the story I want to tell you something about this bird Day. Clyde Day is an ex pert in the art of magic. I watch that bird all the time. I wouldn’t be surprised to have him pull a frog from my vest pocket any time. In an exhibition the night before he kept the crowd guessing plenty. That guy can make a full grown walking cane cut more capers than a kangeroo rat in an eagle’s claws, only to have the cane disappear in thin air. We’re still wondering what became
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of the stick. Then when he held both ends of a silk handkerchief and started tying knots in the center we all began to button up our wallet pockets. He finally consented to go over and have a look at the frog pond, but said he wasn’t going to get any of his arrows wet. The slough was about a quarter mile long and from ten to thirty feet wide. You could wade it in a few places and some of the large holes were over your head. In the big holes was where the big frogs hung out. During the day the frogs sit on the logs and rest in the water with just their eye-balls sticking out. As we neared the spot it sounded like someone tossing large rocks in the pool. There were big frogs jumping in and their huge bodies made an awful thump as they struck the water. The hunter has only to wait a few minutes, however, and eyes start emerging above the water line. Down one end of the slough we saw Clyde Day going through more capers than a one-armed man trying to wind his wrist watch. He was making a mad scramble to get his clothes off. When he got them off he yelled, “Right this way, gentle men, and watch me close for the closer you watch the less you will see, and that’s just what I want you to know.” We all gathered near him and watched. He was out in the water up to his arm pits. Right down among some dead limbs he was feel ing with both hands and his feet. Suddenly a broad smile appeared on his mug. “Ah ha!” he said, “from the depths of this flea bitten bog I’m about to produce camp meat. Watch me closely, gentlemen.” Believe it or not he did produce camp meat, and it was in the shape of an 18-inch bull frog. When we examined the frog closely we found three large wounds. Clyde had shot that frog that many times with broadheads and they’d gone through and struck on the muddy bottom. Clyde soon dived and retrieved his arrows. Snags had scratched his legs and body and he had mud in his ears but he exclaimed, “Ain’t never had so much fun since I was a kid.” The boys were all shooting frogs.
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Most of them were in the water with their clothes on. Bob Hoover had a big one nailed to a log. Ken was diving for one right in the middle of a submerged thicket. Fred Woodley spotted a big boy just under a bank. He ran to us guys and said, “There’s a frog three inches between the eyes just under that bank. Everyone be quiet for I’ve got to cross over and shoot from the other side.” It was a good frog, and belonged to Fred, so we all watched. Holding his bow and quiver high above his head Fred ploughed through the water to the opposite side. The old frog was well hidden under a log from our side but from across the pond Fred could see his eyeballs. Fred manuvered to a spot where he could shoot and let fly. He was shooting an eighty pound bow and a blunt point as big as a shotgun cart ridge. When Fred’s arrow hit that baby it could be heard a half mile and he blasted the frog clear out of the water. The frog proved to be a twin bro ther of Day’s animal. It was fully eighteen inches long with a leg like a turkey gobbler. The boys thought it queer to find frogs on the desert. I told them that over in another part of the country we had ’em larger than that. Jack WSllard laughed and looked at me like I was—but I wasn’t lying. We spent all the time we had after frogs. It was our first hunt with the San Diego boys, and we found them, like all the rest of the field archers, to be eighteen carat sportsmen, and a hard riding, — straight shooting, hellI for leather gang. Paul Janssen, secretary of the New Orleans Archery club, is in hearty accord with the plans for a National Field Archers association. He says, “There are few field archers here to be interested in the proposed organ ization, ization, but if I can cooperate with those in your state, California and Ohio with a National in view I will be glad to help.”
The annual tournament of the Pa cific Northwest Archery association will be held at Tacoma, August 5 and 6.
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What a Field Association Can Mean to Archery By John L. Yount For some reason, to me unfathom able, the entire subject of field arch ery seems to be a very delicate one. To begin with, a certain few target archers, and they really are very few, look upon the use of the bow for any other serious purpose than target shooting as a sort of high treason. They can see where it makes a lot of fun to have an occasional novelty event, which they usually call “field events,” but cannot understand why anyone should want to use the bow and arrow for any kind of competi tion other than that offered by target archery. They don’t seem to realize that as rotten a shot as the average* field man is on a target range, most target men would be even worse on a field course. Now, believe it or not, we come to the really delicate part of the whole problem. Some of the field men themselves—those who are opposed toany kind of an official round or rounds. I believe I can see their point of view. They look upon field shoot ing not as a game but as, shall we say, a romantic adventure. I think that we can all agree that nothing is finer than roving in the true sense of the word with a few well tried friends, and we can further agree that such shooting certainly does not call for a national association. But how about the fellows who like a little real competition along with the rest? The thousands who bought bows for target shooting and then didn’t like it? The other thousands who started out to be field shots and at the close of the hunting season hung up their bows and then grad ually forgot all about them? To this small army, and it is not so small either, a field association can be made to really mean some thing. While to those groups who are wholly satisfied with their present arrangements, the new association can mean nothing, and I would say it should be as completely ignored as if it were a new game of ball were it
not that this association has one other mission in life, and that is the betterment of hunting conditions for archers. Fellows, organization and numbers are essential if we are going to ac complish anything in that line. Cal ifornia just had a reserve bill vetoed simply because a stronger organiza tion wanted it vetoed. So to those interested only in hunting and roving and to whom competition is poison, the National Association will be a very valuable help when they want advanced seasons or new reserves. Field Round at N. A. A. This particular round is being offered for only one reason—no other round has been offered. The rounds usually shot are torn up the next day and forgotten. We don’t claim this to be the best possible but it has several features. It has stood two years of shooting and is more popular now than in the beginning. It lays all emphasis on the ability to hit what you are shooting at and none on luck. It makes it possible to use either a round target or an animal silhouette and yet have all scores comparable. It covers all ranges from 20 feet to 80 yards. It may be short on romance but it is a real test of off-hand shoot ing skill, and, after all, that is all that tournament shooting can ever be. It can never replace those things that a field archer now has but it can add the missing element, competition. Here are a few scores. Let’s see what you can do to them. .285 Howard Hill, Redlands ....... .269 Ken Wilhelm, Modesto ......... .267 R. Quayle, Redlands ............. .258 B. Ahman, Redlands ............. .253 Harvey Franklyn, Redlands .255 Harry Glover, Oakland ....... .242 Shumway, Ohio ...................... The Oregon State tournament at Portland was well attended. Pat Chambers is still champion but was crowded by “Hoot” Hawkins.
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Field. Archery in England By A. G. Banks in the “Archery News” I am afraid we Archers of the lesson. present day are a very conservative Now arose the great question in clan—perhaps by reason of the an this type of archery; the matter of tiquity of our sport. We keep rigid aiming. Being a scientific archer of ly to our “York Rounds” and “Na the conventional type, my method was tional Rounds” and “It gives me a as follows. I put a mark (a piece of point of aim actually on the target atl white adhesive tape) on my bow, five 100 yards, sir!” and so on. inches above the spot where the arrow My friend Tom applies a furious rests, this being the vertical distance enthusiasm for archery from quite from the nock to the arrow to my eye another angle. Tom is a sportsman, when drawing. By getting this mark in every sense of the word and in on the bow level with the target, or practically every department of sport. slightly above, I could keep the cor In addition to evidences of his prow rect elevation, at this almost point ess in athletics, his gun-room is full blank range. The correct line I had of trophies and heads which have to get by glancing along the arrow. fallen to his rifle in many foreign Now Tom did no such thing. He countries. His skill with a twelve shot by the light of nature and in bore makes him much in demand at stinct; and did quite as well as I did. game-bird drives, and when there is We have had many discussions as to nothing to shoot he is whipping Scot what might be the method used by tish rivers for salmon or trout. Robin Hood and his Merry Men—but Tom is interested in any weapon alas, we shall never know. which discharges a projectile. Hte You see, shooting at short ranges, even wants to try a cross-bow, al it is possible to use the pile of the though I have assured him that it is arrow; and for game you cannot use a most ungentlemanly and un-English fancy methods which might do for contraption. However, his present target shooting, but would spoil the interest is the long bow; but strictly power of the shot. from the point of view of its game On the occasion of our last practice hunting possibilities. His idea is that we should, as a start, go out shooting we took out a very life-like picture target of a hare, which Tom brought rabbits and hares with it; so we are back along with life-size others of investigating the question of the nec buck, boar, etc., from one of his Con essary accuracy of shooting, at the tinental shooting trips. They seem ranges reasonable for such work. to be much more imaginative in their It is about a month since I gave targets over there than we are. Tom his first lesson on the art of Shooting at this hare at about thirty Archery. The range was fifteen yards and the target was “Hector”— yards, we divided between us, pretty evenly, twenty hits in perhaps two which is a cardboard silhouette sup dozen each. Then we started real posed to look like a famous hare of that name. Anything like the light “roving,” which is walking about the ning rapidity with which he picked hills shooting at any old mark—a leaf it up and developed a style, I have six yards away, a tuft of grass forty yards away, and so on. At this game never seen in all my experience. I of single shots at unknown ranges, have been shooting for getting on for Tom’s method of instinctive aim and half a century, and am twice Tom’s judgment of projectory definitely age, but he is already a better shot beat my carefully calculated sight than his teacher. I started him with a 20 lb. bow, with which he went ing, and this determines me to prac through all the beginner’s mistakes tice the method myself. and out at the other side in about Tom is in Belgium at the moment, twenty minutes. He then graduated and writes me that he is coming back to a 35 lb. and began to do real shoot with a wonderful new 44 lb. bow to ing, and was hitting “Hector” about shoot against my 44 lb. flat Yaratatwo out of half a dozen at his first wood. We shall see!
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On Making a Flint Arrowhead By A. E. Andrews, Indianapolis, Indiana Right before my eyes, Fast Cloud, an Algonquin chief, made me a hunt ing head for a rabbit arrow. He did it in about five minutes or possibly less. The labor was nothing as com pared to the work white men go to— ordinarily, at least—in making a steel head. And I’ve got that little rabbit head and intend to use it. I also have another, larger head, which would kill a bear or moose, which I don’t intend to use. Fast Cloud is a Delaware, which was one of the races that is classed as Algonquin, I understand, because it spoke a language fundamentally similar to the languages of all other tribes so classed. The chief’s Angli cized name is J. B. Dalbey; he lives near Berrien Springs, Mich. He showed me some of his flint (chert) knives, and explained that when they got dull, he sharpened them. One has been sharpened so many times it was shaped like the things you see in white men’s museums and classed as spear points. He mentioned this, saying it was merely a knife. He had two implements for making his arrow head. One was the cloven half of a 10-inch tree, with rough bark. The other was a piece of dry bone. He insisted the bone must be dry; that green bone does not have the quality of working the flint. When he was about to begin, he found his bone implement was not sharp; so he whetted it on the cement mor tar that held two stones of a wall together. Taking up a piece of stone, he laid it on the bark of the tree. He turned it so its edge was near a crevice in* the bark. He held it firmly with his left hand. With his right he pressed the bone against what was to be the edge of the head. While pressing, he turned the bone, like a screw driver. The flint splintered off from both sides of the head-to-be. Deftly he fashioned it, shaped it, pointed it, always with these twistings and pres sures of the bone. At the base of the head he stopped. He said this is the most difficult part; that if a head is to be ruined,
that is when the mishap occurs. But he did not fracture it, but by careful and quick manipulation of the bone, he made the base straight. Then, in stead of one indentation for the bind ing thongs, he put in two on each side. My home town is Huntington, Ind., where a white civilization and a white city have been built on the ruins of an Indian civilization and a Miami village. There the Miami ar row makers came to gather the flint (chert) , for Indian arrowheads. They called the place, at the mouth of Flint creek, a combination of sylla bles that meant Place-where-the-flint is-found—or something to that effect. I always imagined that old and dex terous men would come there and camp with their families, and with great pains and tedious work, finally make arrowheads which would go to the various villages of Miamis of all the valleys of that interesting region. I have speculated often about how much better it is today to have steel heads, even if they will not cut flesh so deeply as the red man’s serrated points. But how wrong I was! Fast Cloud will never know with what emotions I saw that odd chunk of stone so quickly turned into a beautiful, sharp-pointed, serrated arrowhead. What lies my ancestors have told me about the Indians! Not your ancestors, but mine. And it was Fast Cloud’s people who first were the accusers in a murder trial in which white men were indicted for killing human beings when they mur dered Delawares encamped at what is now Pendleton, Ind.; when Indians became human beings, legally, and not merely game to be slaughtered by the Tiptons and others of their kind. And again: It was largely with these stone arrowheads that Little Turtle, the Miami, overcame the forces of General Harmar at Fort Wayne and caused a congressional investigation and an army scandal. . And Custer ought to have known about it, because the facts are in the records; yet he did exactly what (Continued on page 14)
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Netv York Fair Tournament By Mrs. Myrtle K. Miller, New York
Results of the New York World’s Fair Archery Tournaments: Men—Stanly Fisher 59-447; R. N. Hait 60-438. Women—Ethel Gates 60-446; Edith Russell 60-442. Students—Ann Weber 60-524 (4 perfect ends) ; Justine Johnson 60518 (2 perfect ends). Juniors—Robert Goldich 60-516 (1 perfect end) ; Don Hadaway 60-504 (1 perfect end). Teams—New York Archers—Myr tle Miller 60-466; Stanly Fisher 59447; Ethel Gates 60-446; Sybil Brooks 59-433. Team score 238-1792. College—New Jersey College for Women, New Brunswick, N. J.— Wilma Stoll 60-424; Gurney Lord 58322; Doris Elliott 57-312; Eleanor Bergna 52-309. Team score 227-1367. High School — Bloomfield H. S., Bloomfield, N. J.—Ann Weber 60524; Justine Johnson 60-518; Mar-
garetta Ward 60-496; Jean Seaman 60-488. Team score 240-2026. These archery tournaments spon sored by the Mian building were con ducted in the sports arena of the Man building each day from May 24 to June 14. Over 300 archers com peted. Attractive archery plaques were awarded to 60 archers in the daily competitions.
Threatening rain clouds failed to discourage archers bound for the Washington State shoot so Jupe gave up and gave the bowmen a fine day. A. T. Wallis is now the state cham pion among the men and Mrs. Belvia Carter holds the ladies’ champion ship. The Art Young round was substituted for the team round and from all reports will be a permanent feature. The Potlatch tournament at Se attle, July 30.
Robin Hood Girls at Archery Range, New York World’s Fair
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Editorial Stanley Spencer, 1926 champion, is slowly recovering from a paralytic stroke. He is not yet able to write. May we suggest that some of Stan ley’s friends drop him a line, ad dressed to Day’s Creek, Ore., and cheer him up a little. Time drags for an invalid, you know. Ye Sylvan Archer editor and fam ily had. a pleasant visit with Mr. and Mrs. Claude Lampert and daughter Sue recently. Claude was delivering an “Arrowmaker” in our vicinity and dropped in on his way home.
Oregon archers have something worth while to work for as a prize at the Pope Young Labor Day shoot. Claude Lampert is giving oue of his “Arrow-makers” as the championship prize for men.
The many Oregon archers who have hunted squirrels with Peggy, Grover Gouthier’s dog, will be sorry
to hear that Peggy is no more. Gro ver will, no doubt, have many another dog but we’ll wager no other will have the place in his heart that Peggy had.
Michigan Joins Up Michigan, we understand, is the fourth state to enter the interstate field archery mail match this fall. The round, which was shot experi mentally June 4, is the same round used by California, Ohio, and Oregon. The last three states know that they have taken on quite a contract. Michigan is an outstanding field archery state and the competition will be worth while and an interesting one. It is expected that not less than 500 archers will take out licenses to hunt deer in Michigan this year. The season opens—for archers only—two weeks before the regular season. Welcome in, Michigan, need you, and the water is fine.
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With Our Advertisers By Russell Jones, Business Manager
It strikes me that we have a very unique group of advertisers. Where else will you find such a percentage of the finest sportsmen and experts in their field so devoted to a common cause. Witness this by the large number of them who will be in at tendance at the National. They go there not to display their wares but for the love of the sport and the op portunity of becoming better ac quainted with the fine group of fel low archery lovers who cannot miss this opportunity to talk over the things that are closest to their hearts. True, they will make contacts that will be of much benefit to them from a business standpoint. They will re turn home with many new ideas which they have acquired and per haps seen demonstrated. And they will start out with renewed enthus iasm on the job ahead of them. But, for the great many men and women who attend both as contestants and as interested spectators and have the opportunity to exchange ideas and enjoy the fellowship of these tackle experts, comes the true benefit. I have always felt that the man is indeed fortunate who can devote enough time to his hobby to make it earn a satisfactory livelihood. And I believe the fruits of such labor of love are the very finest. What better example can we find than these men wlho make the majority of our tackle or supply us with the best to be had in raw materials. So I say “Hats Off” to our advertisers who are doing so much toward the development of this “King of Sports.” Again the Teela-Wooket Archery Camp, Roxbury, Vermont, is sponsor ing an archery school to be held Au gust 28 to September 10.
Wle learn through Ben Pearson of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, that Hugh Stockman and Lapsley Crozier, both of Lake Village, are enjoying the ad vantages their state enjoys as an archery hunting paradise.
We are in receipt of a report that Earl Ullrich, of Roseburg, Oregon, is visiting with the archers of Cali fornia. Rumors are out that he is also very much interested in the ranching business at the Fair, Yew wood too, if you were there. We have a letter from Earl Grubbs of Los Angeles saying he will be through here shortly, on his way to Washington. We will look forward to a visit with him as he goes by, as will his numerous other friends along the way. Be sure to notice that Roy Case is back in our columns with a broad head ad. Time to be getting ready for the hunting season. John Hobson is on an extended trip that will take him to the Na tional tournament, the New York World’s Fair, Washington, D. C., Florida, the San Francisco fair, and way points. John expects to contact archers and archery clubs all along the line.
Captain Styles reports that he is off for the National for the umphtyeleventh time. And we’ll bety the Captain will be right up among the leaders as usual. We have just re ceived a nice note of congratulation from him. He has been an ardent booster for and a continuous adver tiser in Ye Sylvan Archer since it first began publication. Among the articles to appear in early issues of Ye Sylvan Archer: “Tir a La Perche” by Paul H. Gor don, “The Value of Osage as a Bow Wood” by J. Mitchell Ellis, and “The Man Who Killed the Wfildcat” by Erie Stanley Gardner. Don’t miss them.
The Drain, Oregon, archers held an informal invitational shoot on Sun day, July 2, at Drain. Ted Roadman of Roseburg and Mrs. M. Damewood of Drain shot the highest scores.
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Southern California Field Archers By John L. Yount Pasadena Meet The Pasadena weather man has re lented at last and the tournament held there Sunday, June 25, will be remembered as one of the finest to date. The day was perfect for shoot ing and the range was in as fine con dition as any I have ever shot over. The Pasadena boys have really done a lot of work and deserve a lot of credit. Of course, they had some thing to work with in the first place. I don’t know of any locale with a prettier setting for a roving course. Results The day ended with Howard Hill receiving the Championship gold bar, and Roland Quayle, the silver bar. In the General Division Jess Quayle was first, winning the coveted cham pionship medal and the Kings Coun ty Trophy. Larry Hughes was sec ond, and George Sky Eagle, third. Annual medals for highest scores went to Howard Hill, Roland Quayle and Volus Jones, respectively. In the ladies’ class we have a new first placer—Babe Bitzenberger, who re ceived a gold medal for her shooting. Dorothy Ahman took the silver medal and Glenn Curtis, the bronze. A new trophy has been presented to the association by Mrs. Elmer Bedwell. It is to go each bi-monthly meet to the Junior having the high est score. At the end of the year, it is retained permanently by the one whose name is on it the most times. The first winner was Robert King, who was closely followed by Eddy Franklin and Angus Bruce. It was voted to hold the next tour nament August 27 on the new Malibu range. This course is to be identical with the round to be shot at this year’s National, and coming after the NAA tournament will give the fellows a chance to see ihow good they are when compared with the big shots of the East. I predict that some of us are going to be surprised. Some how I have a feeling that we haven’t got a corner on the field shots. What’s in a Name? To date we have received only one name for our present field round, or
wouldn’t it be better to forget that word “field” and say ‘‘round for off-hand shooting.” The name was submitted by George Miles and is “28.” This name would seem to me very suitable. The name is short and since 28 is the number of targets used it has a meaning. As for its lack of romantic background wouldn’t you say that we have plenty of that in the game without having to pin some on every name we use? This is only one name; let’s have some more.
Teela-Wooket Archery School A fine group of archers, physical education instructors, and camp councelors enjoyed a week of archery at the Teela-Wtooket School of Archery in Roxbury, Vt., from June 21 to 27 inclusive. All agree they derived a great deal of benefit from the teach er training course offered and from the individual coaching from Russ Hoogerhyde. The teachers who at tended all agreed they didn’t know there was so much to the sport of archery, and left filled with enthus iasm to get back to their schools and camps to do a real job of putting archery across to their pupils. The archers who took the teacher training course were sure they could go back and double the size of their respect ive archery clubs by teaching the novices and making archers out of them. Extensive plans are being made to make the Autumn weeks at Teela-Wooket most attractive to archers. The June issue of the English archery magazine, “Archery News,” contains a number of interesting ar ticles, one of which we are reprinting in this issue. We take it that Eng lish archery is also getting away from just target shooting and Amer ican field archers may have to look to their laurels in English competi tion. An international tournament will be held at Vancouver, B. C., on Au gust 13.
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A Kentucky Colonel and an Archer By A. E. Andrews, Indianapolis, Indiana
Here is a man who should be writ ten up by some archer capable of us ing all the superlatives of admiration, respect, esteem and love. He is Wil liam B. Allen of Louisville, Ky., and I want to write something about him from what I have noticed as an on looker at many tournaments in In diana. Mr. Allen, known to most of us Hoosiers as Colonel, is always ac companied by Mrs. Allen. I’d like to have a picture of her, too, but pic ture-taking gets on her nerves when she is shooting and she seems very timid. For example, when I started down toward the targets, intending to snap a group of out-of-staters at the scoring end of the field, she evi dently saw me coming with the big box and got out of view of the lens. So I just accused her of being timid and of shooting arrows bearing my crest. Years ago, at Muncie, Ind., on the hottest field I ever saw, with the thermometer in the shade at more than 100, I wilted and blamed every thing on my bow when 1 threw ar rows between the legs of the target stand at 60; and I was ready to quit; but I glanced down the field and there was Mrs. Allen, braving the intense heat, shooting steadily and sturdily and I was so ashamed of myself I stuck it out. If Colonel Allen could know how much I admire his wife, he would not have let me take his picture for publication. Mrs. Allen is an orthodox archer— anchor, point of aim and all that— and she always has a good score; but Mr. Allen is not orbhodox in any respect. I think—with a bow to all the good bowmen of the world—that Mr. Allen is the best all-around shot I ever saw. This picture was taken at the Missouri Valley in the Brown County State Park, in 1939, and Mr. Allen was shooting either the 100 or the 80—I forget which. Look at him—draw to cheek, no point of aim —just his bow and arrow. And the champion, Kenneth Hazeldine, was possibly half a century younger in years than he; yet Mr. Allen came in fifth in that shoot. And he was so
far up the first day that he got as signed with Hazeldine and two others to No. 1 target; and he was just barely nosed out by Willis B. Lincoln, Jr. (Abe to you), who is recorded as one of the nation’s hundred best. When it comes to field archery, Col. Allen is the best by long odds. It would be interesting to see him matched with the Wilhelms, the Hills and those other archers of youth and brawn. And if any California folk can get up the match, I’ll bet that Hoosier money will be put on the Colonel and no handicaps or odds will be asked. I can not tell you how old Mr. Allen is; he would not tell me, merely saying that he was in the 70’s, and that was years ago—well, only a year or two ago. Sometimes I get to thinking that at instinctive shooting perhaps I’m pretty good; and then I see Mr. Allen (Continued on page 12)
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From the Phillipines Manilla, P. I., June 1, 1939. Dear Mr. Davis: Your kind letter was received last week about one month after it was written. Mail service is terribly slow out in this part of the world and as a result I am always a month behind. Here are some pictures which were takeji several days ago on the range that may be suitable for use. On the particular day of which I wrote no pictures were taken main ly because the better half was taken by stage fright and ran. In lieu of no pictures taken on that day I hope these will do. I enjoyed the last issue immensely. The story by Willard is excellent as is Brommers’ article featuring Erie Stanley Gardner. Both will do arch ery loads of good. Have just returned from a pro longed cruise around the Phillipines and Dutch East Indies. Succeeded in obtaining some pictures of native archers in action which may be inter-
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esting. Am trying to write something to go with them. Will forward the result when completed and you may do with it as you will. Here’s for the continued success of “Ye Sylvan Archer.” May it ever grow. Sincerely, V. G. Sisler Jr.
A Kentucky Colonel (Continued from page 11) shoot and I am all humility. If ever I can stand up at the shooting line and do half as well as he does, I will have surpassed my fondest dreams— and I mean it.
Canadian Tournament The Seventh Annual Canadian Archery Tournament is to be held August 28-31, September 1, at the Canadian National Exhibition in To ronto. The sponsors feel that the revival of this annual tournament by the ex hibition authorities is a step forward in Canadian archery. Competition is open to the world. Entries can be secured from R. John Mitchele, sec retary, 69 Greenville St., Toronto. Entries close August 21.
Southern Oregon Association At the Annual Salmon Bake put on by the Sportsman’s Club at Rose burg, Oregon, the Southern Oregon Archery association was organized. Officers elected were, president, C. W. Sinniger, Roseburg; vice-presi dents, L. L. Dailey, Eugene, Lon Ap plegate, Drain, Floyd Kelley, Pros pect; secretary-treasurer, Mrs. E. L. Ullrich, Roseburg. Thirty charter members were enrolled. The day’s shooting consisted of a flight, clout, double American for men, double Columbia for ladies, and a novelty event. Ted Roadman, Rose burg; Alfred Hill, Wilbur; and Cal Henry, Umpqua, placed in that order in the American round. Mrs. Ull rich, Mrs. Bill Bloom and Mrs. Mel vin Damewood placed in the double Columbia. Mrs. Worth Woolman won the ladies clout and C. W. Sinni ger the men’s. C. Soloman and Mrs. Ullrich won the novelty event. Commander Sisler at one comer of. the old wall, showing sentinel's post.
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The Boys in the Lower Brackets By the Retired Basement Champion
When the Hillsboro, Oregon, arch ers, hold an invitational tournament they temper the wind to the shorn lambs. “Pop” Prouty’s hay-missing proclivities are so well known that it was thought advisable to substitutei five bales of straw for the usual three. At that we noticed that “Pop” spent most of his time picking up arrows from behind the target—no doubt they belonged to others. Needless to say “Pop” retained his accustomed place, fourth from the bottom, with his usual eclat. We are proud to have him with us, too. Incidently, “Pop” has a new bow this year, and—the weatherman willing— he hopes to put young pups like War nick in their places at St. Paul. Here is hoping; archery could do with a few more Proutys. Another new member we are glad to have with us is “Ole Man” Jones. He shot throughout, sitting on a chair to favor a game leg. Mr. Jones is the same type as the late Dr. Brad field, Dr. Butts of San Diego, and Mr. Coleman, the Corvallis jeweler, who used to shoot, and shoot well, in spite of his crutches. All honor to the sportsmanship of archers like these. The lowest complete score was shot by Darrel Kiser, with James Pointer and Henry Manning runners-up. “Pop”, the fourth, took precedence over Tom and Brad Jones. I hope you gentlemen realize that without your participation our tournaments wouldn’t amount to much. It takes support from the bottom to pay ex penses, and I hope you will be com ing year after year and enjoy your self as much as you did this time. Col. Knight, Melvin Barnes, Her man Offel, Cloverdale and Theberath did too well to be admitted to the lower brackets; so did Ralph Keller, WHlbur Jones and Dan Minar, but all of these had nearly as good a time as if they had made the grade. Then there is Van Robertson, whom I met for the first time, and Van really puts me on the spot. Because admitted he must be, and his score is embarrassingly high. Mr. Robertson
is one of the oldest, if not the oldest living archer on the Coast—he has been in the game 27 years. Also he stands for everything that makes archery what it is. Rules waived, Mr. Robertson, don a red ribbon and make yourself at home. What’s the use of being the elected president of this great organization if I can’t sneak in a few friends through the back door. At the top we had Pat Chambers, “Hoot” Hawkins and Ned Myers. Pat thinks he is shooting better than last year, which should be glad tid ings to St. Paul. “Hoot is a comer who will bear watching, and Ned shot his usual steady game. It is evident that none of these three could possibly qualify for the Lower Brackets, but don’t say there is no place provided for them. The gates of the doghouse are swinging open to receive them. Reason? Reas on enough that I had driven a hun dred miles to see them perform and none of them came through with a perfect end. The scores as I got them are not complete. I do not see my friend Lyons’ name, for one, and I know he was there. Maybe he shot on War nick’s target. It seems that Gene, who was scor ing for one of the targets, lost the score card with only two more ends to shoot. “It isn’t,” hints Miss Wy man, the secretary, darkly, “that Gene’s score was worth taking any time to find, but there were others of more interest!” “Discipline,” says Daphne, “is plainly indicated.” Move over, Rover. All in all, and in spite of the rain, it was a well attended tournament, more than fifty participating. Of the ladies, there were present Mrs. Prouty, Mrs. Chambers, Mrs. Knight, and Mrs. Theberath. Helen Myers and the girls were there, so were Mrs. Tatro, Tillie Wolgemuth, Blanche Carlisle, Harriet Warnick and Vera Painton. I would have met more if “Pop” Prouty hadn’t taken, so much watching.
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Making a Flint Arrowhead (Continued from page 6) Harmar had done 75 years before, dividing his forces to strike at a. camp as a center at a given time, while Sitting Bull cleverly moved his camp and whipped Custer before he even got a good start. Forgive the thoughts, but there is so much we have taken from the In dian—tobacco, beans, corn, berries, canoes, snowshoes, moccasins, base ball—that we might at least be true to the facts even if we do not become generous. And these Indians can still make a darned good hunting head that will penetrate better than the best of our steel—but I had not even known how* it’s done. I some times wonder what other arts and crafts are buried under our white cities in those old Indian towns at
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