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November, 1939 Corvallis, Oregon Vol. 11

No. 7

Sylvan Archer Vol. 11

November, 1939

No. 7

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TABLE OF CONTENTS Page DESERT DUCKS By Russell Jones

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SOME NOTES ON SCIENTIFIC

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NATIONAL FIELD ARCHERY ASSOCIATION By John L. Yount

EDITORIAL

TENNESSEE BOAR HUNT

FIELD ARCHERS OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA By John L. Yount

500 ARCHERS LICENSED By Edwin Brooks

DOGHOUSE EDITOR IN BEAR COUNTRY By George Brommers -...........

HOOSIER ARCHERS SHOOT BOOBAR By A. E. Andrews

LOS ANGELES CLUB By H. G. Hall

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Desert Ducks By Russell Jones, Eugene, Oregon

I always have been a sucker for tall hunting stories and I guess I never will learn. I wonder how many of you have heard this one. If you have, stop m e. “Deer, why there are X- dozens of them right here in my pasture; we can’t keep them out of the garden. Come up any time and I’ll guarantee you a good shot at a really big buck. I see a big one over in the upper forty every evening. Feller got the biggest one I ever saw just up thar on that little knoll only last Sunday. I could get one most any time but I don’t hunt much. Just don’t seem to like to kill anything. Be sure to come up early, now, and have breakfast with us.” That last part is really what cinch es the deal and is the one point that doesn’t disappoint us, if you know what I mean, about those country breakfasts—but there is no use of making you hungry also. Anyway, it was a swell trip and we arc always glad that we went. At least that buck, that we didn’t see, wasn’t as tough as some that I have seen. Or how about this one: “If you don’t believe me, here are the pictures of the last bunch of ducks I got over there. The ducks over there are lots better eating than over here, too.” This from an old barber friend (?) Howard Richards of Eugene, Oregon. One look convinces me that there re ally have been some unintelligent ducks somewhere sometime but a sec ond look and I seem to detect a much younger person holding those ducks than the one who is holding the pic ture. Maybe those little pot holes I have been hearing about have had time to dry up or perhaps the ducks have forgotten where to go by now. However, I am assured by Howard that there are just as many ducks left there as ever. He hasn’t been there for some time but he does have a friend who has a friend who knows someone who was over there last year

and they were as thick as flies. I have a bit of doubt about that last! statement as I have seen the sand flies over there in all of their glory. I asked a native one time how come they were so fierce and he told me that it was because they are so big the mosquitoes live on them, keeping them stirred up and in a bad humor all of the time. Anyway I heard so much about those desert pot hole ducks that I finally gave in, after being guaran teed that I would be able to kill the limit with my bow and arrows. This assurance, together with the blow that was given my archery pride re cently by a sarcastic little article in one of our leading sports magazines regarding the clause in the 1939 duck law making it legal to take same with bows and arrows, did the trick. I will admit it never has sounded very plausible to me but when someone sarcastically says it can’t be done, then that is a horse of a different color, especially when they are as plentiful and as easily approached as I have been told that they are. We finally set a date for which we

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made many preparations. When the date finally does roll around we crank up the old Lizzie and with loaded quivers are off. I wonder at the time just how far off but hesitate to mention it to my confident barber friend. From Eugene, a winding scenic highway leads up the worldfamous McKenzie river, over the mile-high McKenzie pass, through the torn jagged mass of lava on the sum mit to emerge into the tall pines of the Eastern slope of the Cascades. A striking contrast to the dense un dergrowth and the heavy fir timber through which we have just come on, the Western side of the range. Soon we catch the pleasant aroma of sage and after leaving the pines for the junipers of the lower slopes we sud denly see before us vast stretches of this most common Eastern Oregon brush fully bedecked in varicolored bloom as if for our special pleasure. Miles and miles of rolling sage brush hills are left behind as we head east ward from the little town of Lapine on The Dalles-California highway. We cross one level expanse of sage and rolling sand several miles across where Howard tells me he has caught fine messes of trout before the lake, which formerly was here, dried up. I pass that remark with some concern, taking a good deal of comfort from the large box of groceries in the back of the car that will not necessarily require the addition of duck to keep away the pangs of hunting hunger. A short climb out of this dry lake bed brings us out upon a rocky rim of another huge dry lake bed forming a valley that extends away for miles. Here, however, upon looking closer, we discover a good sized lake along the west side of the valley, around which are a number of ranch houses. General Fremont, upon arriving in this valley late in the fall and finding the grass around the lake still green, named it Summer Lake, by which name it has been known for many years. Wle head directly away from this welcome sight of water, however, and our road(?) leads us far away to the upper end of the valley. Many years ago a few brave settlers wandered into the upper part of the valley to live, just how, I wouldn’t guess. There still stand a number of old broken and weathered shacks as mute evidence of a losing fight against the drouths of

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summer and the cold of winter. Some of these places had artesian wells which still form oases in the desert of sand and sage, frequented by oc casional bands of antelope from the high plateau to the north. Again, here come numerous wild horses in the late evenings and early mornings to quench their thirst before retiring into the higher country to graze dur ing the day. One well, much larger than the rest, surprised me with its unusually large flow of water, which is enough to form numerous small connected ponds among the sand dunes, making ideal places for mallards to frequent. Here, especially when hunters are shooting on the lake down the valley, is where the tall duck stories origi nated. Howard’s mother-in-law, who lives by one of these wells in a very com fortable cabin, welcomed us with typ ical Eastern Oregon hospitality and we sat down to a supper that lacked nothing either in quantity or quality. Mrs. Swanton had the logs for her cabin hauled from a hundred miles to the north in order that she might have a log cabin just as she wished. It is quite large and beautifully con structed. She has found the climate so beneficial to her health that she spends the entire summers there and cannot be persuaded to live west of the mountains. Her well furnishes water enough for a very nice garden and she has a number of trees well on the way to maturity, which makes her place a landmark. After a splendid night of rest, I awoke with a start to the sound of what I at first thought must be a wagon rolling over a cobblestone street to find that Howard was really batting a good score. It was becom ing quite light anyway so I rolled him over (gently), dressed and went out to see if I could find a jack rab bit. I did, too; before I had gone more than a hundred yards from the cabin. He was crouched beneath a small sage brush about thirty yards away. My first arrow went low and brought him out with a jump where he very obligingly stopped to wait for my next broadhead. I carried him back and put him in bed with How ard. Darn a guy that no one can get along with—nothing pleases him. I thought I was being real nice to him but all he did to show his apprecia-

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tion was to call down the wrath of the damned on me and my ancestors and in an attempt to force an apology from him he somehow fell out of bed. The cool, early morning air over there doesn’t encourage nudity very much so he soon came out looking like an Esquimo with all of his clothes on and most of my extra clothing also. He had to remove part of it before he could string his bow and as we started on a brisk hike to the ponds, a mile away, he be van to remove layer after layer with which he marked our trail. I actually became worried for fear that we would not reach the ponds soon enough for him to remain decent but I found he still had a layer or two left when we arrived. Wo approached the first pond very cautiously but saw no ducks and be ing a bit over-anxious to find if the ducks were really in we raised up too far and flushed a large bunch from a small pond to our right which we had overlooked. We remained hidden, until they had settled down and then approached very carefully behind the cover of a sage-covered dune to within about twenty paces of them. As we raised up to shoot, they flew and we each loosed an arrow, one of which went completely through a fine mal lard drake. We raced for our arrows to look for blood sign but could find none as they were floating in about three feet of water. Then ensued a very warm argument as to who had made the hit. The only reason I fin ally gave in was so that I wouldn’t have to carry the duck. Confiden tially, I know which arrow made the hit—he just talked me out of it. In the meantime the main band of ducks had circled several times quite close and we decided to have a try at them the next time they came by. They did come over again, quite low the next time, and my arrow, held a good twenty feet ahead of the flock, brought down a mallard hen. Was that a thrill! That blind barber had the crust to stand there and make the most insulting remarks about my archery that I ever hope to hear. The only word he knows for a good shot is “luck” and he continued using it over and over so many times that I decided he had not gotten himself wet enough. I remedied that when we went in after our arrows the next time. When he came up he had cooled off considerably and we went to look

for more ducks. After a long series of misses, shooting into bunches as they arose off the water, we separ ated. By remaining hidden when the other of us jumped a bunch they would quite often alight almost at our feet, allowing numerous sitting shots, not all of which were misses. I was astonished how long they remained in the vicinity, flying only from one pond to another. Had we been using guns, no doubt they would have dis appeared with the first barrage of shots. When they finally did leave alto gether, we gathered up eleven beauti ful mallards. What a time we had had, but three hours of wading in cold water without boots, and the fact that we had not taken time to cat any breakfast before leaving, de cided us that a good fire would feel pretty good. We started back in high spirits and I felt so good I actually apologized for having doubted How ard’s dujek stories and even admitted that the pictures might not be faked. As we were walking back we no ticed a large hawk circling as if to alight close by so dropped our ducks and waited. As he settled down we each loosed an arrow at him though we were not close enough to expect a hit. Howard’s arrow missed by inches but mine tumbled him off the bush, going completely through him. Again I had made one of those good shots only to have to listen to another discourse on luck as applied to certain archers. This time with no water close enough to dunk him in. We took a few pictures with our chests properly expanded, ate a very hearty breakfast-dinner and decided to spend the remainder of the day hunting rabbits and not bother the ponds again until the next morning. Wk> found the rabbits not too numer ous but the ones that we did see of fered us some very good shots and a bushel of fun. Often an arrow, not making a direct hit, would hang, to be carried away by the victim with both Howard and I in hot pursuit. After several good chases, however, every one was finished off but when night came we were ready to hit the hay without having to take any further exercise. The experiences of the previous day made it easier for us to crawl out (Continued on page 8)

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Some Notes on Scientific Boivyery By J. M. Howard, Gary, Indiana I have a 65 lb. osage flatbow which I imagine is harder to pull and will shoot farther than any conservatively styled bow of 80 lbs. If this is true, a new methocl of estimating bow en ergy is necessary. The final weight at full draw is not an accurate indi cation of the leashed force at that point. Hbw does the string feel at the braced position? Rather flabby? Is its musical note when plucked low pitched? Then the bow is cer tainly not highly efficient for its weight. To ascertain the stored-up energy of your bow a graph must be pre pared. On a board or a blank wall is fastened a rest for the bow handle. Starting about 8 inches from the neu tral layer or back of the bow, at in tervals of an inch, marks are pencil ed to the full draw intended for the bow. The braced bow is placed on the rest. A spring scale is hooked to the string. With a pulley at the lower end of the scale and another fastened to the base of the board, drawing even the heaviest bows is not difficult. It is best, however, to have an assistant read off and jot down the weights while you give all your attention to gauging precisely the position of the string. Starting from the first mark at which the string is sufficiently deflected to al low a reading, note down the bow’s weight at each successive inch of draw until full draw has been reach ed. It is best to relax the limbs be tween readings. When you have your figures simply translate them to a sheet of graph paper, letting one set of parallels represent weights and the other drawing distances. Draw the bow’s line of increasing resistance. Then draw straight lines from either end of the bow’s line to meet in a right angle above the start of the bow’s line. The triangular area thus en closed represents the energy your bow will have stored up by the time it reaches full draw. It will be obvious even to the un aided imagination that a bow which at the start of the draw registers ten. pounds will be much more formidable

than one which at the same position draws only two pounds, even though at full draw their tabulated strength is equal. Efficiency in a bow seems to be a good idea; it means superior cast. Mr. Klopsteg’s article in Ye Sylvan Archer for June of this year points the way toward obtaining in the de sign of your bow maximum efficiency for minimum final weight. The es sentials are these: a mathematically determined lateral taper of the limbs; a constant thickness to within a short distance of the tips; a rec tangular cross-section of the limbs; equal length limbs; a double length unbending midsection allowing the arrow to leave the exact center of the bow, or a fraction of an inch above it. Independent research has added some details of interest to Mr. Klop steg’s principles. The double mid section should be made as short as possible, since an inch added to the handle means practically an inch added to the limbs; i.e., the limbs with the longer handle will be forced to describe a more extreme arc. If you can get along with a 9 in. rigid handle section you can safely cut your bow to 5 ft., nock to nock, for a 28 inch draw. This will give you a grip of 3 1-2 in., a compensating sec tion of 3 1-2 in., and a 1 in. taper from handle to limb. But—and this is important—ALL of the limb must work. Mr. George Barton of Wilmette, Ill., has done a great deal for experimental bowyery by demonstrating that the limb tips of most commercial bows are rela tively dead matter. He cuts his down until it seems that they must break, yet they do not. They perform their just share of work harmoniously with the rest of the limb. At a point roughly 9 in. from the end of the limb the lateral taper is changed, proceeding (in a light bow) from the 5-8 in. point by straight lines to 3-8 in. at the end. At this same 5-8 in. point a straight taper is begun from belly to back, also becoming 3-8 in. at the tip. For this end stretch the (Continued on page 10)

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National Field Archery A ss’n By John L. Yount

There are certain problems in the as local interest and hope that other world of sport that must be faced by* field groups will give the matter every new game. Quite often it is thought at this time. If a national the wise solution of these problems system is adopted, even though it may more than the rules of the game itself be changed later, it will make it pos that makes for the popularity of a sible for any field archer to drop in sport. at any tournament, give his home The first of these problems and the handicap and be in the running. How one open for discussion today is: How it would simplify conversation! There to keep the dub interested, The stars wouldn’t be any arguing about how need little consideration, There is good so and so is and whether or not never more than a handful of them he is better than Bill Smith. He anyway and their ability to win all would merely be a “twenty handicap open contests will keep them in the man”, and that would be that. They game. do it in golf. Why can’t we do it? Our game should be as successful as The case of the dub is somewhat golf has been. It is as interesting different. He is a man who wins and skillful. nothing, does most of the hard work, foots most of the bills, and is by all Here is a system used by one club, odds the most valuable and important which is copied somewhat after both to any club or association. He makes golf and bowling. This is offered up the rank and file of that organi only to show that handicaps can be zation. so arranged as to give the good con sistent shot a chance. After reading It is for the benefit of the dub that it, let’s hear what you have to offer. nearly all sports have classes or han In place of basing the handicap oh dicaps. In the case of archery, we the last two scores, use the last ten. think that to date most efforts along They need not be made in tourna either line have been more or less ment, but must be witnessed. If you failures. Even though the writer had want to, you can set up a tentative considerable to do with one system of handicap using three or four scores. classifying, he now feels that in the Of course, there should be a perma case of a large organization it has nent course on which to do this, but its drawbacks. In the first place, it your club should have one, anyway. is something of a blow to the ego to Then use 250 as the score from which have the world at large know that to handicap. Some will shoot over one belongs to Class B or Class C, this, but then don’t some golfers shoot but the chief trouble with the system under par? If they get too good you 'is that some regularly shoot close to can use a minus handicap. To set the top of their class, while others the score too high might give the dub shoot near the bottom. So again to a lesser extent you have your star’ with a tremendous handicap a feel ing of inferiority. You all know how and your dub. At that, we prefer to figure a handicap but in this case this system to the one usually used take just three-fourths of the differ in archery. The handicaps are based ence between the average score of the on too few scores and are too large. archer and the score from which the The result is that the man who shoots a couple of rotten scores and then a handicap is being set. fair one will win every third time. For scoring use a card with two In our opinion a handicap should pay columns and put half of the handicap for improvement and not for erratic at the top of each column with space shooting. for 14 targets below. The club using this system never mentions the com At least one field association is plete handicap but rather the 14studying this problem. It will prob ably do something about it within the target handicap. In this way a man can be pretty rotten and still not have next couple of months. We believe this to be a matter of national as well (Continued on page 9)

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Editorial Herewith our thanks for the many congratulatory letters on Ye Sylvan Archer forked horn. The editorial chest expanded an inch each time one arrived. B. G. Thompson says we measured too low and that the ex pansion was just a result of getting back to home cooking. The fifth annual hunt of the Ohio Archery-Golf and Hunting associa tion was held November 11. We ex pect a good account of the Ohio hunt for the next issue. Our congratulations to Capt. C. H. Styles who got a good buck this .year. Hope we get a story about this buck, Captain.

Archers will be interested in know ing that an article entitled “Faste” by Carl G. Thompson will appear in an early issue, probably February, of the National Sportsman magazine.

Tennessee Boar Hunt The Tennessee Department of Con servation has asked us to announce the fourth annual regulated wild boar hunt to be held at Tellico Plains, Tennessee, November 13 through De cember 13, 1939. Archers are es pecially invited. Two areas, each including approx imately 13,000 acres, will be opened to wild boar hunting. On one, the baying of dogs will be heard; on the (Continued on page 10) George IF. Blodgett

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George W. Blodgett, one of Oregon’s pioneer archers and author of the official poem of the Oregon State Archery association, died a t Oregon City on Octo ber 18th. Mr. Blodgett will be remembered by many as the inventer of the Blodgett feather ing clamp which has been used by many archers. He was a faithful attendant at tournaments until fail ing eyesight made it impossible for him to shoot.

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Washington Man Gets Deer

W. J. McFarlane, Pasco, Wash., killed his deer this fall in the Washington archery reserve. We have a story about the hunt which will appear in an early issue. Congratu lations to W. J.

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Southern California Field Archers By John L. Yount

Woodward Awarded Plaque ship Class, Volus Jones won the gold bar with 441 points, and Jess Quayle, The deer season has come and gone. the silver bar, scoring 417. In so far as the Southern California In the General Division, Larry also archers are concerned, the hunting won the Kern County Fish and Game was wonderful but the game—well, Commission perpetual cup. Clem let’s not bring that up. Since none Stadler was second with 387, and of the Southern California archers Merle Hathaway was third with 382. reported a kill, Fred Woodley’s beau In the ladies’ division Eva Bedwell tiful hammered bronze plaque was won the gold medal, with. 267 points; presented to E. J. Woodward for the Margaret Quayle, the silver medal, deer he bagged last year. For this 199 points, and Noni Stadler, the year’s sad state of affairs we can thank the Humane Society and the bronze medal, with 183. The moose leg quiver, presented by Anti-Vivisectionists. It was their Forest Nagler, of Allis-Chalmers in pressure and nothing else that caused Toronto, was won by Bill Logg, and the Governor to veto our reserve bill. the sterling silver pin, hand wrought If these two societies continue to base their actions on as little infor by a silversmith in Old Mexico and presented by T. S. Clyburne, was mation and knowledge, their activities awarded to Margaret King. will be as little warranted as in our Bob King won the Bedwell trophy case. I believe it was Lincoln who for Juniors. His score was 320. Har said something about fooling all of old Robinson was second with 288, the people part of the time, etc. This and Eddie Franklin, third with 266. statement still remains true. Misin formation and lack of endeavor to present the truth always sooner or 500 Archers Licensed later leads to one’s downfall. Such More than 500 bow and arrow hunt organizations are very much needed ers were licensed recently to go into in the modern day scheme of things, Wisconson’s forests and attempt to so let’s hope that before it is too late bring down deer by the Indian meth the personnel of these two fine organ izations will see the light and rid, od, while thousands more, armed with them of the few headline hunting shotguns, headed for the fields to leaders, and replace them with some bring home a pheasant dinner. A special open season on deer open one willing to dig out the truth. It may not make as good newspaper ed for hunters using only bows and arrows, and the conservation depart copy but will make more real friends ment reported a record number of and stronger organizations. licenses issued, more than 150 in ex First Fall Tournament cess of number of licenses and deer The first fall tournament of the tags issued for bow and arrow hunt SCFAA was held on the Redlands ing last year. Hunters are allowed roving course, Sunday, October 22, one forked horn buck for the season, with a large crowd participating. It which closes November 12. Archers was a hot day. That and the fact who fail to get their buck during this that during the summer there is very 29-day season can try again in the 5-day regular open season when, little roving done in Southern Cali fornia, and the archers were not in hunters with rifles take to the woods. practice, the scores were nothing to —Edwin Brooks. brag about. Larry Hughes shot the high score of the day for the double rovers, 452 Large crowds and fine programs points, which gave him the coveted are reported for the Findlay and gold Championship Medal and put Newark, Ohio, rovers shoots. Clive him into the Championship Class to Schneider won both. .150 shooters compete with the other five champs. were expected at Dayton on October Of those already in the Champion28th.

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Doghouse Editor in Bear Country By George Brommer8 Mr. Evens, the manager of the Garlands Springs resort, gave me fair warning. “If that two-year-old bear comes around1 your cabin, don’t feed him, or he will pester the life out of you. Just kick him out.” This I promised to do. The next morning my better half gave me a poke. There was somebody on the porch, she said, fumbling for the lock. I went out to investigate. Sure enough, the two-year-old was there, getting ready to raid our cup board, which we used instead of an ice box. “Get the h—1 out of here,” I yelled hotly, prepared to enforce my advice with my good right foot. Oscar, that’s what we finally de cided to call the brute, should have jumped right out of his skin. Any A”” normal bear would have done so. But Oscar had faith in mankind and stood his ground. I withheld my foot in mid-air. “Now listen, bear,” I argued, “I won’t give you nothing, and you might just as well beat it. Do you want a good kick in the slats?” “G-r-r-r-” (bear language for cheap skate). “Are you or aren’t you going to get?” I demanded. “G-r-r-r-r-” (just try to make me). I made a threatening move with my fist, much though I doubted the wis dom of it. Wild bears are one thing and garbage bears something else. But the bluff worked, and Oscar beat a slow and dignified retreat. I had seen a black bear who wouldn’t run. The joke was plainly on me, and everybody at the resort except my wife laughed. She didn’t like the idea of standing siege. It seems that Oscar was quite a character. A week or so before he had raided the camp of Art Allen, the packer. Art is one of the finest men I have ever been out in the woods with, and he is a tolerant guy. But Oscar car ried a joke too far and Art jabbed him with a pitch fork. The bear beat it in disgust, but I judge that Art is in the doghouse for life. It may be a short life at that, if Oscar

doesn’t mend his ways. Never mind, it wasn’t garbage bears I intended to talk about (though don’t I wish I had had a blunt that morning) ? The country is full of real, dyed in the wool, wild black bears. Never have I seen such an abundance of tracks and sign as I have seen around Garland Springs, which is 14 miles north of ’.Index, Wash. What I would like to see is the Washington bow and arrow hunters trying their luck up here in the bear season. I am told that the high ridges, where the blueberries grow, are full of bears this time of the year. They used to be, I know that. The country is fairly open along these ridges, and the game can be spotted a long distance. So, for that matter, can the hunters be spotted, which makes the honors even. Here is one for the book, you hunt ers. If you want to try your luck in a country where’ bear abounds, try this section next year. You can camp out in the Forest Service camp grounds, or you can rent a cabin or a room at the hotel. Or you can get all the pack or saddle horses you want any time you want them. As a well-known writer moaned some time ago, “It is a Wild Country.” And if you have never seen the scen ery around Index you have indeed missed something.

Desert Ducks (Continued from page 3) next morning and we were off for another duck hunt early, as we had to leave in the afternoon. The hunt pretty well duplicated the first with the exception that they were all shot on the water and we were able to bring back three more ducks than we had the first day. Incidentally, I was given a pointer on the correct way to clean ducks, by an expert. I have cleaned many ducks but never as easily as I was shown how by Mrs. Swanton. We picked off most of their coarse outer feathers and then swabbed them with melted parafin just enough to give

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them a complete covering. After the paraffin hardens, it may be scraped off with a knife, taking all of the re maining feathers and down with it. If you have never cleaned them this way, try it, and you will wonder at how easily and quickly it can be ac complished. I never expect to be able to repeat the experiences of those days but I am ready to bite on a new one al ready. The next fellow that comes along with another tall hunting yarn and a few pictures will no doubt find that he has a new hunting partner and I will be one more experience crazier. Anyway, show me the fellow who says it can’t be done.

National Field Archery (Continued from page 5) it sound bad. This method makes all men equal and is of even more value in daily play than in tournament. We believe the matter of regular play to be the next most important .problem—one very sadly neglected by all forms of archery. Tournaments very definitely have their place, but we can’t help feeling that any game to become really popular must offer more beween major contests than archery does at present. We will dis cuss this question in the next issue. If you have any ideas, please send them to me before November 25th. George R. Robinson has sent the writer some interesting pamphlets about Michigan and says: “I find that while there are many people shooting the bow and also many clubs and shooting places very little men tion is made of them. If archers in terested in Michigan will write to the West Michigan Tourist and Resort Association, Grand Rapids, Mich., and also to the East Michigan Tour ist Association, Bay City, telling them you are an archer and want to know of archery places, you will re ceive a very fine book and map of Michigan free. Do it today.” Very good. We would like to know more about other states.

Hoosier Archers Shoot Boobar By A. E. Andrews Hoosier archers about doubled their

previous attendance at the 1939 Cot tontail tournament, held in Brown county in October. The archers them selves devised a charging boobar fly, which proved one of the most inter esting targets of the day. The fly, attached to a car riding on a tight wire, swooped down a hillside. If the archer hit the disc a bag of saw dust dropped to the ground; if he missed, the sawdust bag bumped into him, unless he or she was a good, dodger. Seventy-two archers went the round of the Cottonwood shoot, shooting at a dozen targets which were in the brush or, in one case, swinging from the limb of a tree, then going to the archers’ shelter house and cooking their lunches. The boobar fly made up a large part of the afternoon’s rather impromptu program. The car on which the bag of saw dust rode was made by an Indianap olis archery firm—the E. & G. Ar rowsmiths. The archers provided a length of common tie wire for the track. A mouse trap was used for a trigger. The arrow’s pressure on the disc would spring the mouse trap. The mouse trap, when set, went through grooves in a stick to which the bag was attached. See how the archer is hedged in by benches. And the thing really worked.

Shooting the swooping boobar fly.

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Notes on Bowyery (Continued from page 4) bow is really rectangularly stacked, and, as is well known, the greater the safely achieved stacking the bet ter the. cast. At no point are his light bows over 1 3-16 in. wide, though they may be 5-8 in. thick in lemon wood or osage. Another idea for increasing the safety of short bows by placing the neutral layer nearer the belly is a trapezoidal cross-section making the back narrower than the belly. Here extreme care ' must be exercised to prevent the limb tips from twisting. Reflexing the tips or recurving the entire limb will naturally increase the string tension, but it will also in crease the tendency to jar. Only careful workmanship can prevent the evil. Tip reflexing shortens the working area of the limb, of course, so it is problematical just how much cast is added to the bow by this meth od of keying up. Since it has been employed for so many centuries in oriental composite bows — though most successfully in conjunction with the rather exaggerated static “ears” —we assume that it is somewhat ef fective when applied in the usual manner to wooden bows. Recurving of the total bending area—whether naturally occuring during the growth of the tree, induced in the semi-fininsed weapon by heating, or derived from the handle only as in billets set back in joining—seems to the latest scientific opinion very desirable. The bowyer starts with a handicap in his favor.

Tennessee Boar Hunt (Continued from page 6) other, quiet will reign and the hunt ers will depend entirely on their per sonal skill and resourcefulness to kill. According to local inhabitants, twenty-five wild boar were received at the railroad station in Andrews, North Carolina, twenty-seven years ago this past April and were trans ported to Hboper Bald in Western North Carolina, where they were re leased within a 600 acre rail fence enclosure. According to reports the Tellico boar were originally imported from Europe in 1912 by a group of English sportsmen. Some say the animals charged through the barrier,

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others that the fence burned during a forest fire, but, regardless of their method of escape, they now inhabit the head waters of Bald, Tellico, and North rivers in Tennessee. Their present range on the Cherokee Na tional Forest is an area about ten miles long and eight miles wide. Those interested should write the Department of Conservation, Nash ville, Tenn., for information and ap plication blanks. No application will be considered after December 9th.

Los Angeles Club By H. G. Hall, Secretary The regular monthly tournament of the Los Angeles Archery Club was held November 5 at Griffith Park. It was a perfect day for shooting and we had a very good turnout. We had the pleasure of having several visitors from other clubs shoot with us. In the morning the women shot the Na tional and the men shot the York. In the afternoon the women shot the Columbia and the men shot the Amer ican rounds. The results were as follows: Women— Gene Bacon, Nat. 71-413; Col. 72-478, 143-891. Margaret Rand, Nat. 69-383; Col. 71479, 140-862. Neenah Moreton, Nat. 57-283; Col. 69-443, 126-726. Men— Willard Bacon, York 109-531; Amer. 90-618, 199-1119. Reed Williams, York 93-473; Amer. 89- 507, 182-980. H. D. Hatfield, York 84-347; Amer. 90- 562, 174-909. Handicap Winners Women— 1st—Margaret Rand received the cup that goes to winner in this class each month. 2nd—Lillian M. Wessel. Men— 1st—A. B. Wessel, winner of the men’s cup. 2nd—H. G. Hall. 3rd—P. K. Dugan. The enthusiasm the club members have been showing is bearing fruit. We had five new members with us Sunday, and from the scores they turned in it looks like we’ve got some real competitors for club honors.

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