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Ye Sylvan Archer “A magazine for the field archers”
No. 6
October, 1940
Vol. 12
Published the fifteenth of each month for archers by archers 505 North 11th Street, Corvallis, Oregon
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J. E. DAVIS
RUSSELL JONES
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THE SECRET OF GUT SHOT GAP By Walt Wilhelm CALIFORNIA STATE TOURNAMENT By Ilda Hanchett WHIFFEN JOINS BEN PEARSON, INC .............. ......................... BROMMERS LOCATES NEAR SEATTLE HISTORY REPEATS FOR KORE FROM THE OLD ARCHERY ALBUM EDITORIAL NFAA NEWS By John L. Yount NORTHERN CALIFORNIA TOUR NAMENT By Dawson Feathers INTERNATIONAL ARCHERY TOURNAMENT .................................. GRAND RAPIDS CLUB EN TERTAINS
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The Secret of Gut Shot Gap By Walt Wilhelm, Yermo, California,
If unusual things didn’t happen on hunting trips, who’d wanna go hunt ing. If the guys that make the long jaunts to the back country wasn’t different they wouldn’t be out on a hunting trip. If no one went hunt ing we’d be in a fix for stories. Jewer hear of a right good yarn that wasn’t originated by some hunter? Now I hate towns. I’ve got to be clean out of some thing that I can’t get anywhere else before I’ll venture into one. I was walking down a street of a big Southern California city one Saturday afternoon. Like some farmer, I was trying to get the roof of my mouth sunburned by gawking around and not looking where I was going. As I rounded a corner I smacked belly to belly into another out-oftowner that was also gawking around. I stepped back and got ready to swing on the guy. He was just about ready to lower the boom on me. We recog nized each other before any harm had been done. The guy was Ralph “Snuffy” Walters, here and after to be known as Snuffy. Snuffy is one of those archers you rarely hear anything about. He lives in a small cabin in one of the wildest sections of the Coast Range of moun tains; makes his own tackle the way he wants it and shoots it the same way. He’s short and chunky, has curly hair and will weigh about 175 pounds when everything is going to suit him. 'Spends all his change on hunting trips that takes him. all over the West, does his hunting with bow and arrow and knows more tricks about fooling game than a politician does about fooling the people. “What the heck you doin’ in town?” Snuffy asked. “Looking for some flax for bow strings,” I answered. “Well, I’m a son-of-a-gun,” said he, “that’s what I’m huntin’.” We looked the town over before we found what we wanted, but finally purchased a pound ball each. Snuffy’s choice was six strands; I always buy the four strand.
“Whatcha doin’ for the next cou ple days.” he asked. “Nothing in particular. Why?” I said. He motioned me close to him and kept looking around to make sure no one would hear what he had to say. “Listen,” he began, “I’ve got the swellest bait for squirrels you ever
Curtiss (left) and Snuffy on the spot where we got our best shooting, saw. They can smell it a mile and when they get to chewing on it you can’t run ’em away.” “Yeah, what is it?” “Never mind what it is. If you wanna come up to my shack I’ll guar antee you the swellest shootin’ yever had in your life; darn good chance to get a pop at a cat, too.” A couple big policemen came walk ing past us. Snuffy nudged me with his elbow and put his finger to his lips. I was thinking the guy was nuts. I’ve been hunting with the bird many times and never knew him to violate the game laws, or do anything out of the way, but that day he was ner vous and acted like he had stolen
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ask questions ’cause I won’t let this something. “What ails you?” I asked him. one out to anybody.” My curiosity was aroused as never “It’s not against the law to shoot squirrels, or put out bait for ’em. before, so I agreed to meet the guy at his cabin that night. We hadn’t either, is it?” more than clinched the trip when up “That’s not it,” he said. “This new bait of mine is so good that I don’t walked Big Glenn Curtiss. Glenn is one of the best known archers in the want anyone to get wise to it. I’m country, and one of the largest. not going to tell you or anyone else. “What you birds doing in town?” If a copper got wise he’d tell the other bulls and pretty soon all the he asked. “Buying a little bowstring and cops in the country would be shootin’ planning a hunt,” we told him. squirrels with their six-guns. With “Ajbout what I expected. Where T’” this new dope of mine all you have to you aim to go hunting?” do is put it out and go some place and sit down and the squirrels will come “Over in Gut Shot Gap,” I told Glenn. “Better join in because right up to you.” Snuffy has a new system for luring “Well, how do you use this dope?” the squirrels out of the rocks.” I asked. “None of that Gut Shot Gap coun “Just smear it around on the logs try in mine. One guy can break more and rocks.” arrows up there than sixteen men “Smear what around on logs and rocks?” can pay for.” “Wouldn’t you like to know? Come “No more bustin’ arrows,” Snuffy on up to my cabin tonight and I’ll said. “I have a dope now that squir show you. I’ll wager that you can rels can smell a mile, and when you shoot your arm off tomorrow.” smear it on the bark and rocks they’ll “How’d you get hold of the stuff come right to it and all you have to anyway?” do is shoot at ’em while they’re “I discovered it by mistake.” eating.” “You mean you discovered it by “What do you do, soak grain in accident.” whiskey and shoot the diggers when “I mean just what I said. I dis they get too drunk to walk?” covered it by mistake.” Snuffy went all over the conversa “How in thunder could anyone dis tion again. Glenn couldn’t figure his cover something by making a mis system either, but said he couldn’t take?” go hunting because he had an ice box “I did and how. You see, one day to repair. I kept urging Glenn to when I was cutting wood over in Gut go with me. Shot Gap I took my lunch along in “Come with me while I make a a paper sack. After I’d worked a nhone call,” Glenn asked us. We while pretty hard I sat down on a log followed the big guy to a service sta to roll a smoke. I glanced over at tion. He grabbed the telephone and my lunch and there was a whole dialed a number. flock of squirrels messing around. Said he, “Curtiss talking, how’s the Them brown devils didn’t do a thing machine working? Is that so? Did but ruin my eats. One of them liked you open the drain cock that I told the stuff so well that he was sitting you about? What! Gets hotter. You on his haunches rubbing it all over don’t think it’ll run all night. That his face.” pounding sound is just the compres “Well, that was just luck that the sor, won’t hurt anything. Yeah. No. squirrels found your lunch,” I said. I think so. Well, I guess I could, “Luck me eye! I went hungry but don’t you think it will be okay that day and just because I made until Monday? I have a hurry up the mistake of not carrying my lunch job in the mountains that’s got to in a tin pail.” be taken care of right away, very “So the stuff is good food for hu important and the guys can’t wait. mans too, eh?” Swell, see you Monday.” “I sure eat plenty of it.” We jumped in Glenn’s car and . “Do you buy it in cans, glass went to his home to get some tools jars, or does it come in paper sacks?” for the mountain job. The tools hap “Ain’t goin’ to do you no good to pened to be a couple bows and a
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quiver full of arrows. Gut Shot Gap is a land mark in the Coast Range and was named by the Mormans when they came through in the early days. It’s the highest pass in the range and can be seen, for miles by travelers approaching from the desert. Snuffy and Cur tiss drove through the mountains; I went in from the desert side. Just before I turned off the main hi-way for the hills I met my brother Ken. He was headed for a field tournament that was scheduled for the next day. I explained the deal to him. “Noth ing doin’,” Ken said. “I can shoot squirrels anywhere along the road. I’m going to make the shoot and mix with the gang for a day.” I knew that Ken’s weakness was to get out with a few good sports and just spend the day shooting the daylights out of everything from a jay bird to a dried cow chip. So I told him that most all his friends would be up to watch Snuffy lure the diggers away from the rocks. “Whatdaya mean, all my friends,” he said, “all my friends will be at the tournament tomorrow.” “That’s what you think,” I told him. “I just called Jack Willard, and he said he’d be there if the old lizzie held together. Ted Carpenter, Erie Gardner, Jack Low, and several more should be there.” I didn’t lie when I said they should be there. And the guys I mentioned are the guys that would have been there if I’d had time to get word to ’em. Ken knew it* too. “Do you suppose Snuffy has some thing new?” Ken asked, “or is the guy having a pipe dream?” “Well,” I told him, “you know how he fooled the geese, don’t you, by sticking arrows in the ground and tying hunks of canvas to them so the geese flying above could see the shadows. And you remember how he caught the coon by putting a dol lar watch down in the water?” “That guy is always trying to outfigure something, ain’t he?” When Ken said that I knew I had. him sold. We pulled up to Snuffy’s cabin just after dark. Curtiss was busy filing his broad heads; Snuffy was stretched out on his bunk smoking a cigarette.
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“WJiere’s the rest of the gang?” Ken asked. I winked at Curtiss and he replied, “Should be in any minute now.” Ken gave me a look that was colder than a mother-in-law’s kiss. We sat down and started chewing the rag. If a guy ever got the third degree Snuffy got it that night. We used everything at our command to make the bird open up and tell us how he could coax the squirrels out of the rocks so we could get plenty shooting without breaking every arrow we had. Snuffy was as silent as the big pines that towered above his cabin. Next morning we walked over to the gap. Towering cliffs of granite were all around us. In between was a few trees and open country. Snuffy stationed us at the foot of a ridge in some tall ferns. “You guys stay here,’” he said. “I’m going ud and put out my magic dope. When the shootin’ starts, every body has got to stay right where you are; no slipping up closer; we’ll shoot about forty yards.” We just stood and watched the guy. He went up the hillside and reached down in his quiver. We could see that he was taking some thing out of a can and smearing it on the rocks and limbs. We followed him around a big bunch of boulders and he did the same thing again. The whole procedure didn’t take but a few minutes. But Snuffy wouldn’t let us look in his quiver. The goofy guy lighted a cigarette. He took a deep drag and as the smoke poured from his nostrils he gave the final orders. “We’ll slip back to the first place now. If you don’t see a squirrel as soon as you get around the rocks I*m a locoed coyote. Shoot at ’em sitting runnin’, or eatin’, and when you’ve shot all your arrows we’ll get ’em and then come back here. They’ll be a bunch here by that time.” [We nocked arrows and stalked back to the spot. Our bows were half drawn as we rounded the boul ders. Nothin’ happened. There wasn’t a rodent in sight. We looked at Snuffy reproachfully. “Too early,” he apologized, “they’ll be here as soon as the sun gets a little higher.” We answered with taunting re marks. Snuffy led us back to the
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second place. There wasn’t a time that he didn’t have complete con fidence in his system, which made us more eager to play along with him. Just as we rounded the rock heap on the way to the second baiting spot big business picked up—and what I mean, picked up! There was at least six fuzzy tails sniffing along the trail left by Snuffy. It’s tough shooting up hill, and a squirrel is a small target at forty yards when he’s moving around through the pine cones. Just as Snuffy had told us, the rodents would dart back and forth but were hard to frighten away from the magic lure. We emptied our quivers in short order. It was the finest sport we’d ever had. Ken and Snuffy both got a big one. Curtiss and I got a boot out of just watching Ken and Snuffy smoke ’em. It was Snuffy’s turn to razz us, and he didn’t overlook any bets. When we went to retrieve our arrows we tried to locate some of the lure. Snuffy got wise and hurried us up. “Come on, you birds,” he said, “we gotta get back to the other place and let this one rest for a second.” At the first place we found squir rels stepping all-over each other; they were even scrapping over the choice morsels that Snuffy had left on the hillside. We started to throw arrows like mad men. I broke a bow string right when shooting was best. In my haste to replace the string I let the short osap-e slip twice and smack me on the kisser. None of us collected, although we emotied our quivers. Did you ever try to do "ood shooting when four guys were trying to outshoot each other? It can’t be done, but the thrill and the sport is there just the same. While we were getting that bunch of arrows Curtiss gave me a jab with his bow. He also gave me a big wink as he patted his hip pocket. (To be continued) Next month—how we made the big discovery!
California State Tournament The California Archery Associa tion held its seventh annual tourna ment at Griffith Park in Los An geles on August 31 and September 1, and it turned out to be the finest
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state shoot ever held by this associa tion. Ninety-seven archers all re port having a fine time. Larry; Hughes proved to be the iron man of the shoot by winning both the target events and the field: /aitehers round, and setting a new record in the American round (728). Gene Bacon came through for the ladies in record breaking fashion with the best score ever shot in a state tournament. She also made six golds for the first time and thus gained entry to the National six golds club. Colleen Zirbel also shot six golds, and won the ladies’ flight event. A very successful banquet was held on Saturday evening at the Holly wood Plaza Hotel and the following officers were elected for the follow ing year: Mr. C. W. Moore of Santa Barbara, president; Mr. Art. Fisk of Santa Barbara,' vice-president; and Mr. C. L. Batkin of Lompoc, secre tary-treasurer. Jim Hendrix, H. Macquarrie, L. A. Hodgert, J. W. Canfield, Ray Hodgson, and Willard Bacon are the new board of direc tors. The tournament is to be held in Santa Barbara next year. Let’s all start saving our nickels and dimes and make the meet next year bigger and better than ever before. —Ilda Hanchett, secretary.
Whiffen Joins Ben Pearson, Inc. Larry Whiffen who has been ex ceptionally busy the last few years gathering the tackle manufacturers together, running tournaments in the rain, and pumping newspaper edit ors for unprecedented space, has turned over the operation of his com pany in Milwaukee to his local organ ization while he has gone to Pine Bluff to take over the general sales (management of the Ben Pearson company. When Wfhiffen arrives he will be greeted by quite a collection of na tionally known archery celebrities who preceded him. During the past year Pine Bluff, Arkansas, has greet ed in turn Harris Stafford of Dallas, Texas; Henry A. McCune of Fair mount, Minnesota; Nat Lay of In dianapolis; and Pat and Vivian Chambers of Portland, Oregon; and now Larry Whiffen of Milwaukee.
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Brommers Locates Near Seattle
History Repeats for Kore
George Brommers writes that he is settled permanently in Bellevue, on the east side of Lake Washington, near Seattle. Mrs. Brommers is bet ter, but needs rest and quiet. George, however, is thoroughly down in the dumps because he can’t get any re sults from his insults to Gardner, Cosner, Walt Wilhelm and others. He thinks they are getting weakkneed. Maybe they feel that it would be impossible to do it in a nice way that would get through the mails.
One of the most persistent and en thusiastic bow and arrow hunters is Kore T. Duryee of Seattle, the genial and efficient secretary of the Pacific Northwest Archery Associ ation, and a member of the Board of Governors of the National Archery Association. In November, 1928, Kore killed a buck deer with the bow in British Columbia. He has been after them each season since that time, and has been active in the promotion of special preserves for archery hunting, at last securing a highly desirable preserve in Washington. However, Kore couldn’t wait for the- Washington season to ''P'"'. open, He British Columbia and again went to ” killed a forked horn dressing 170 pounds. John A. Garrett of Vancouver, B. C., with whom Kore was hunting, joined that famous “So ciety of Moose Missers” by nearly getting one at 80 yards. Kore saw his first moose in the woods (250 yards), and heard his first moose grunt.
A field tournament was scheduled for October 13 at Germain Park, Toledo, Ohio, as a competitive shoot between the Ohio field archers and the Michigan archers.
T. B. Chandler informs us that New Mexico has granted the archers of that state a special range for antelope hunting this year, and that Dr. C. E. Buswell of Albuquerque, is going after one. Chand ler thinks that killing an antelope with a bow and arrow on the open plains of New Mexico, or any where else, would be some thing to crow about. Well, our Russell Jones almost did it, as he parted the hair on the back of a big antelope buck in Eastern Oregon.
Kore proudly displays his buck.
The Editor’s family en joyed the enclosures ac companying the annual remittance from Mr. Van Allen Lyman, Balboa, Panama Canal, such as a price list of many kinds of food and a cap from a bottle of “pura leche fresca.” His “I enjoy your magazine” is appreciated.
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From the Old Archery Album
Can you recognize any of who me
This genial gentlemen was the president of an archery club in New York State in 1931.
Publication of old pictures in re cent issues of Ye Sylvan Archer has aroused considerable interest, so we are giving our readers a little guess ing contest this month. These pic tures are from old issues of Ye Syl van Archer. How many can you rec ognize? In the next issue we shall give details regarding each picture.
The archer shooting is a former in line lived in Buf
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u.tional Champion. The archer next oo, New York in 1926.
Who are these two prominent Wisconsin archers pulling- arrows in 1929?
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Editorial WELL, WE MISSED ’EM! A year ago there was considerable jubilation in the office of Ye Sylvan Archer as we were announcing the fact that the editor had really killed a deer with bow and arrow after thirteen years of deer hunting with the feathered shafts. This year it is different. The story got out that we had repeated, and a great deal of explaining has been in order. But let it be understood here and now that the editor of Ye Sylvan Archer hasn’t killed a deer this sea son, but the season has a few days to go yet, and there is still hope. We went to Canyon Creek again this year. Our only alibi is that we couldn’t hit them. What more could a fellow want than seven shots at one buck? If you haven’t had the ex perience you are missing something by not taking membership in the great “Society of Buck Missers.” Klopsteg, Garrett, and a few others can be rather snooty with their So ciety of Moose Missers. Thompson, Cathey, Nagler and a very few others can put on lordly airs with their ex clusive Society of Moose Killers. But think of the great fraternity of Red Ribboners belonging to the S-B-M. Even George Brommers could qual ify for that honor if there were no coons around to distract his attention. Well, if we had really needed alibis, we had plenty thought up; and be sides, B. G. Thompson was along and, in the genial mood he was in, we could have borrowed an unlimited number from him. ECHOES FROM CANYON CREEK Co votes howl, Wildcats prowl, Arrows hiss, Archers miss! (Cudd breaking his bow when shooting at a deer.. ..Those superfine c__. meals served by Mrs. Williams Cooter, the deerslayer, getting such a case of buck fever he couldn’t get his arrow nocked when a deer walked up to within fifteen feet of him Another case of buck fever when Dr. Laird tried to nock the wrong end of the arrow, cut his bow string and threw the bow at the .buck
The helpful spirit shown by Lee Wil liams in making a better story out of a good one Major Williams blow ing up a 6-foot by 6-foot air mat tress Bill Williams (Bill of the L-Bar-L Williamses) playing hooky from school to go deer hunting, and waiting for the buck to stop before he shot. It stopped behind a tree The Clark boys’ climb into and out of East Fork Canyon Chuck’s saddle, the envy of any cowboy To be frank about it—Davis forget ting his arrows and Dr. Cathey being good enough to drive back after them Larry Williams laying his bow down to take a picture and a big buck nearly running over him B. G. Thompson gamely hobbling along on blistered feet B.G. wasn’t the only sore-footed one in the crowd, either John Hubler still trying Stanley ’ Stevens’ flight shooting Dr. Baker thinking it worth while coming, even for one day Larry’s fine collection of broadhead arrows (by the way, if you are a bow and arrow hunter one of your arrows should be on display at the L-Bar-L Ranch in Larry’s display case. The address is: Larry Williams, Canyon City, Oregon, and Larry would be tickled to get one from you) And above all the tang of the pure, clear air of that fourhundred-acre mountain meadow.
PEARSON BUYS TARGET CO. It was announced recently that the Ben Pearson, Inc., of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, has taken over the com plete factory facilities and contracts of the National Target Company of Independence, Missouri. According to Mr. L. E. Piper, wfho organized and has operated the business since its inception two years ago, he and part of the personnel will move to Pine Bluff, Arkansas, shortly, where the production of the targets will be continued. New manufacturing facilities will allow for about three times the vol ume that Piper had at Independence, Missouri. According to J. T. Haun, Purchasing Agent of Ben Pearson, Inc., they have recently contracted (Continued on page 11)
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N. F. A. A. News By John L. Yount Although the results of our fifth and last, mail tournament are not yet in, I feel fairly safe in predicting the following results. First place for the year’s shooting will be won by E. Hill Turnock of Pennsylvania. That is, providing he has shot in the last tournament and has come anywhere close to his two former scores. Second place will go to Roland Quayle, Southern Calif ornia; third to Larry Hughes, S. C.; and fourth to Merle Hathaway, S. C. These last three are definite and can only be changed by Turnock failing to shoot up to expectations. These mail tournaments were de cidedly an experiment. We didn’t know whether the archers would be interested, but we had to have some kind of National tournament and no other kind was practical at this stage of our development. Now that we know that there is a place in Archery for these mail tourn aments, and with this year’s exper ience and better courses, they should' be even more popular next year. Through the courtesy of Mr. Shenk, I have just had a preview of the medals to be given the winners. I don’t believe any organization offers anything finer. They must be seen to be appreciated, so there is no use trying to describe them except to say that they are designed from the NFA A emblem. Big Game Pin to be Known as the Art Young Award Some time ago Mr. Klopsteg wrote me, enclosing a check for $40, from the Art Young foundation, and asking that we use it to purchase trophies for some field event that would properly commemorate the memory of Art Young. Since he was the greatest of mod ern archer hunters—the man who through his deeds and sportsmanship did more to popularize the bow as a hunting weapon than any other man— what could be more appropriate than to honor him by naming our big game pin the “Art Young Award.” This pin is to be a small silver NFAA emblem mounted on a gold
replica of an Indian arrowhead, with the words, “Art Young Award” at the top and the year in the point. The sort of letters we sometimes get. These are from Joe Cosner, Phoenix, Arizona. “Dear John: “When your note came I was busy at perfecting a deer call. I was not having an easy time of it, either. No body here seems to know what kind of a noise a deer makes. I have al ready tried waiting for deer to call me and none of them ever did. I have decided not to be so egotistical about it and to call them instead. To be honest about it, I have never been able to come upon a deer at suitable range. However, I have found lots of spoor, if you know what I mean, and rather fancy myself as an ex pert on them. It is a study in itself if one goes in for that sort of th'ing............. ” We didn’t want him to feel too bad about this and so admitted to the same kind of success as a hunter. We even broke down and admitted to being something of an expert along the lines mentioned in his letter, and now see what we received by return mail: “Dear John: “It is a source of gratification to me to find that we have a common interest in our hunting and that we have carried it to such lengths as we have. We should adopt a common emblem such as a handful of olive seeds on a grassy background and surmounted by crossed arrows. I am all agog over the coming deer season on October 16, when I shall once more carry my strung bow through the carpeted aisles of the forest and peer intently through my bifocals at the scattered treasures of the hunt that are our reward........... ” Archery has proved so popular among the co-eds at Oregon State College that several more classes than those originally scheduled were necessary. Archery classes are also provided for the men.
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Northern California Tournament By Dawson Feathers, Secretary
One of the most enjoyable shoots in the history of the Northern Calif ornia Field Archers’ Association was experienced by Association members and guests, September 9. Some of the highlights were: a real “feed” af ter the morning round, an excitingballoon shoot, a hectic battle clout lasting into the evening dusk, an other sensational score (286 on 28 NFAA targets) by our local star, Harry Glover and, of course, “perfect California weather.” The dinner, a testimonial to the skill of some of the members’ wives, had been planned for twice the num ber of diners but, owing to the great gusto of the group, was neverthe less almost annihilated before the end of the day. As most of the scores attested, however, it did not militate against accuracy during the after noon round. Which just goes to show that field archers can take—or give it? A rather low attendance was ascribed to the imminent closing of the deer season in these parts; many stout archers being off in the green wood in quest of the elusive buck. Jack Peters, long an ardent runnerup, came into his own and the NCFAA Championship Class Gold medal and gold trophy. In the battle clout, Jess Stanisich took a fine first place and the gold cup from a valiant field, headed by Edgar Mullens. Harry Glover easily cinched the Championship class gold bar, and your scribe sneaked in to cop the silver one. The choice of some fine prizes of appropriate merchandise be came the privilege of some of the other men and ladies with ranking scores. In the Ladies Division, Mrs. Helen Brooks, shooting a bit below normal, still romped in ahead of the rest of the girls and won the coveted Gold Medal. The Gold Bar, reserved for Championship Class competition, was won by Mrs. Zelda Haskell. Some of the scores: Men—General Division Jack Peters ... 218 Jess Stanisich 213 Ray Poppe .... 211
Darrow Olsen ...................... -............ 206 Dave Peters ............... «..................... 191 Boyd Hammond ................................ 181 Russell Olsen .................................... 175 Joe Brooks ........................................ 171 Peter Ting ........................................ 158 Men—Ch ampionship Class Harry Glover .................................. 286 Dawson Feathers .............................. 181 Edgar Mullens ................................ 169 LeRoy Smith .................................... 162 Ladies—General Division Helen Brooks ..................................... 86 Agnes Hammond ............. ................ 72 Ladies—Championship Class Zelda Haskell ........... .......................... 32 On October 27, when this past tournament has become a pleasant , memory, the Northern California Field Archers’ Association will hold its eighth bi-monthly tournament at the roving range of the San Francis co Archers in Sutro Forest, San Fran cisco.
Michigan Field Tournament Eighty-nine archers attended the thirteenth annual field tournament of the Micigan Archers Association held at Detroit on September 29, 1940. Nelson Grumley of Detroit was the winner in the “Instinctive Division,” Class A, with a 56-target score of 116-440. Stanley Sokolowski of De troit scored 116-434, and Carlos Barfield, also of Detroit, shot 108-410 for third. In Class B, William Scheffler and R. L. Findlay of De troit and K. E. Palmatier of Kalam azoo tied for first with scores of 59205. In the “Free Style Division,” Class A, J. Vaughan Blanchard of Howell was high with 122-474, and in Class B, Gordon Ash was first with 71-261. Mrs. Lulu Stalker of Flint led the ladies shooting in Class A, with a score of 68-254. Mrs. Mary Cal vert and Mrs. Bertha Hoffmeyer, both of Flint, were second and third, respectively, with sc.ores of 59-213 and 61-209. The ladies who placed in Class B were Mrs. Ardis Hayes, Wyandotte, 37-131; Mgs. Marie Bear, Detroit, 30-102; and Mrs. Irene Stork, Flint, 26-84.
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International Archery Tournament The old English slogan “Business as usual” adopted by the Canadian National Exhibition authorities car ried through to the International Archery Tournament for 1940. There were more Canadian archers entered but fewer competitors came from the United States. This was accounted for by the war conditions and the National Tournament being held in the East. Scoring was very close and first places changed from time to time, keeping up a keen competi tion right up to the last arrow. For the first time Canadians won the In ternational Cup. Six new Canadian records were set up. A word of praise should be said for the good sports manship of those archers who, de spite sore hands, fingers and tem peratures said nothing and stuck to the shooting line throughout the tournament. ,Such really makes arch ery. This tournament, held in Toronto, Canada, was the fifth annual In ternational Championship Tourna ment and was held in connection with the eighth annual Canadian Archery Tournament on August 2630. Miss Alice Schafer of Dunkirk, New York, won the women’s cham pionship with a total score for the double National and double Columbia of 284-1812. Mrs. A. R. Knight of Toronto was second with 273-1635, and Mrs. Marie Graeber of Kenmore, New York, third with 275-1631. Margaret Beedham of Leaside, Ontario, won the junior girls’ cham pionship, her score being 247-1207. The men, shooting a double York and double American, conceded the the championship to Alex MacDonald, of Toronto, who scored 405-2253.. Forrest Nagler of Toronto was sec ond with 402-2118, and Alfred Long, Toronto, third with 379-2049. The junior championship went to Phillip Ratcliff, Jr. of Toronto who scored 348-2102 in the double junior American and double senior Amer ican rounds; Peter Clayton, Toronto, second, 218-1002; Donald Shaw, Mimico, Ontario, third, 213-989. Mrs. R. J. Mitchele won the worn-
en’s clout and Forrest Nagler the men’s. On account of the difference in exchange it is considerably easier for Americans to visit Canada than for Canadians to visit the United States. The International Tournament will be held next year, and a special ef fort will be made to encourage arch ers from across the line to partici pate. R. John Mitchele is secretary of Canadian National, and Forrest Nagler Chairman of the Advisory Board.
PEARSON BUYS TARGET CO. (Continued from page 9) for 100 tons of unthreshed rye straw. The new owners also announce that there will be no change in the price schedule of targets for the time be ing and that all contracts will be carried out. They did, however, an nounce that improvements will be made in the manufacture of targets which should give them longer life and durability. The targets will not be made in the present plant of the Pearson Company in Pine Bluff, but in an additional building which has recently been acquired. Ben Pearson announces that the present facilities are taxed to their capacity and there is no chance nor room for making tar gets in that building.
Grand Rapids Club Entertains The Grand Rapids archers enter tained the Michigan Archers Asso ciation at a field tournament on September 22, 1940. Winners were as follows: Instinctive Division, Class A— 1. Stanley Sokolowski, Detroit — 91-349. 2. Elisha Gray, Benton Harbor — 90-324. 3. Richard King, Grand Rapids — 83-319. Class B— 1. Fred Hall, Buchanan —48-184. 2. Wm. Stocking, Jackson—47-177. 3. Earl Riggleman, Grand Rapids— 47-167. Free Style Division, Class A— 1. William Loomis, Newaygo — 88-328.
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