October 1942 by National Field Archery Association

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Fireside Notes of an Elk Hunter By F. H. Kenagy, M. D., Rupert, Idaho

Here we are in the primitive area in central Idaho. We are camped at a high elevation and evidence of winter is already upon us. In fact, it is snowing now and hunting with the bow is impossible. I am sitting in a tent writing this on the back of a plate, while the snow settles stead ily upon us. We are 35 miles from my car. The pack string has gone on and will return in a few days to take us out. There are a few good bull elk near here, and you can hear the resonant bugle calls in the morning and eve ning. Yesterday we located a big bull in a certain patch of timber. Jerry and I planned a stalk so that we

approach him from two sides. Every twenty minutes one of us would bugle and the bull answered savagely. In an hour we were within one hundred yards of him. I was in a piece of high ground above, and Jerry was making his stalk from below. At this time Jerry bugled again, and ' the bull started for him. I could not see, but could hear the crashing trees and animal’s* coughing grunts. Accord ing to plan Jerry rattled rocks and thrashed the brush with a pole. The bull came within 25 yards of him, head up, nose sniffing, and horns laid on his back. His dander was up. Unfortunately, though the animal was clearly seen, it was impossible

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to shoot an arrow through the brush. The simplicity of a rifle shot was ap parent. For three minutes the beast strode about giving a come-on cough of defiance, and still no shot. I ap proached from above and was very close. By this time the animal must have felt the strangeness of the situ ation, for no competitor would have remained so long out of sight. A moment later he made his exit, and still Jerry was unable to find a reasonable opening for a broadhead. My arrival was 30 seconds too late. O, well, there are more elk. “We look before and after, And pine for what is not. Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught. Our sweetest songs are those That tell of saddest thought.”

We hunted hard the remainder of the day and neither saw nor heard an elk. On the way back to camp I shot a deer. He stood at 30 yards just as I came around a clump of willow.

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Luckily I had an arrow on the string and crashed it into him perfectly. He ran off but I did not follow as it was getting too late for tracking. This morning we found him and hung him up in camp. Autopsy revealed the large bone of the left front leg (humerus) broken squarely off two inches below the shoulder bone (sca pula), a two-inch slit between the third and fourth ribs. The left ven tricle of the heart had a deep slit through it, and the lung cavity was full of blood. There was a slit on the right side of the chest wall and the muscles of the right shoulder were suffused with blood. Even thus wounded the deer had run three hun dred yards. My tackle, by the way, was a 65-pound Styles bow and a 700-gr. arrow with a Pope broad head. At present we can eat venison and wait until the weather is more fav orable for elk hunting. •

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Yesterday we hunted hard and covered many miles up hill and down, carrying a thirty-pound pack made up of two cameras and a little lunch. We saw several deer but no elk, al though we did hear several bugling. Early in the afternoon Jerry spied a small band of deer in an area of burned timber. The buck was 75 yards away, and my good friend emptied his quiver at him. There were does standing much nearer, but the ar rows were all spent. In recovering the arrows Jerry discovered intestin al contents on the first shaft he picked up. The arrow had passed entirely through the deer, and neith er the archer nor the deer knew of the hit. We followed the wounded buck for three hours and all the while there was a liberal spillage of blood, but he entered the jungle in the bottom of the canyon and we lost him. While this tracking was going on the wounded buck stopped in a small band of deer in a densely wooded narrow ravine. Jerry shot four ar rows that were close to hits and I shot seven arrows at a two-point buck through tall trees. He was about 60 yards away and somewhat up hill. Several arrows looked like they might hit, but were deflected by the (Continued on page 9)

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Blunts from the Old Stump By the President

The bow hunting seasons are on in most of the states, and soon we will be getting thrilling stories of those hunts. Let’s have them for Ye Sylvan Archer. Be sure your mem bership in the NFAA is in good standing so you won’t miss out on the Art Young Big Game Award if you connect. Michigan archers who can make it arc making plans for the bow season from November 1st to 14th inclusive, which is in advance of the gun season. The entire state is open to archers, including Allegan County, where buck or doe may be taken. Allegan county is also open to non-resident archers. The non resident fee is $5.00. Many local and out of state archers will hunt in Alle gan county, where about one-half of the deer were shot with the bow last year. There will be a big gang at St. Helen Club in Roscommon county. The Grumley’s, Bear’s, Stalkers, Richey’s, Michelson, Lang and many others from Michigan, and the Oelschlaeger’s and Curt Hill’s and others from out state will hunt at Lake St. Helen. We will give you the in-camp story from the hunting grounds next month. Archers all over the country have adopted the practice of printing their name and city on their arrows. No law requires this. We do it voluntar ily. By doing this we have won the respect of all sportsmen. They know that any archer who puts his name on his arrow is not going to be a law violator. When you meet gun hunters, stop and chat with them. They are interested in your weapons and will appreciate your telling about them. A pull at your bow will gain respect for your weapon. Shoot a few arrows for them. You may not make many converts, but you will make some friends for archery. But don’t brag or make them feel we believe our sport is “super-duper.” After all, they’re just as good sportsmen as we. November sees the close of the out door shooting on most Northern field courses. Frozen ground and target butts are tough on arrows, so from November until April our field shoot-

ing must of necessity be done in doors. Last year the Little Flint Bow men devised and shot the Indoor Field Round. The rules for this round are found on page 51 of the NFAA Field Book. The NFAA will sponsor an in-door mail Field Tournament for the months of December, January, February and March. Fifty-six targ ets each month can be shot easily in two evenings. Karl Palmatier will be the Tournament Chairman, and the rules governing the summer mail tournament will apply. Full details will be published by the tournament chairman next month. This winter’s tournament will give clubs who have no out-door range an opportunity to acquaint themselves with the instinc tive field shooting. Target clubs are especially invited to enter the in-door field tournament. Archers who are fortunate enough to live in states where they can shoot out doors all the year round may participate in this tournament and shoot the in door round out-doors. This is not in tended to take the place of your outdoor field range, but to give you a chance to shoot in the winter tourn ament, by setting up a few in-door targets on your out-door range. The in-door tournament will give small groups of archers who do not have a regulation out-door range an op portunity to shoot in a national tourn ament, and compare scores with other archers around the country. Any three archers can elect their secretary to keep and verify scores, shoot to gether in-doors or out-doors, and compete in this tournament. Come on, you target archers, and try this field round at close range. Shoot instinct ively, and you will be surprised to find out that there is no mystery to this instinctive shooting. We should have twice the number turn out that we have for the summer field tourna ment mail matches. A. T. (Bert) Wallis, is the new president of the Washington Field Archery Association. The vice presi dent is Fred Brockway; the secretary and treasurer is S. L. Michael. The new president is a “go-getter” and

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you can look for big things doing in field archery up Washington way. For the third consecutive year the Washington archers have obtained the Mad Lake Archery Reserve, ex clusively for bow hunting. The re serve is between five and six thous and feet elevation with ranges even higher and temperatures dropping usually below freezing at night. The hunting season is from October 25 to November 1 inclusive. Let us have some stories about the Washington hunting. Fred Rumplik, at Camp Lee, Va., writes: “I like shooting a bow and arrow much better than the rifle, and I’m trying to get some of the boys to take up archery now and after the war.” Shooting with the Flint Bowmen are Gene Warnick, of Portland, Ore., Eugene Wright, of Muncie, Ind., Fritz Beinhauer, of Pittsburgh, and Eldon “Bud” Nye of Weston, W. Va. These boys are attending the Army Air Force ground school at Flint, Mich., where they will stay for about twelve weeks. The Flint Bowmen are glad to entertain them, and also have furnished the boys at the school with bows and arrows and equipment, where an archery recreation course is being conducted by Gene Warnick. Gene ~ut on an archery exhibition at the school entertainment night, and did some fancy and accurate shooting that made the boys sit up and take notice. All four boys have joined the NFAA and are look:ng forward to Y.S.A., which will be for warded to them from their home ad dresses wherever they may be sent. This is a good thought for archers in service. Have the Y.S.A. mailed ;o the service men’s home address, and then let the folks forward it on to t1*'-m wherever they are so that they will be sure to get it. Kore T. Duryee of Seattle made 48 yew bows and 48 dozen arrows for the United States Army, and de livered them by September 2nd. This shows that our boys in the service are interested in archery from the recreational angle. Jack Cliatt, of the Lyric and Connellee theaters in Eastland, Texas, not only has taken his full part in the national theater bond drive in September, but put on a novel scheme

for selling more stamps and bonds. Cliatt set up an archery range with pictures of Hitler, Mussolini and Tojo on the targets. Free arrows were given with stamp purchases, and free theater tickets were given if hits were scored. The public went for archery in a big way. This is but one of the many ways that our archers are help ing in the war effort. Cliatt further writes, “I always enjoy reading the letters in the magazine from archers in England, and it always makes me feel proud to know I am following a sport that has been in the hearts of men for centuries, and has never died and never will.” He hopes to hear from some of our English archers. The Michigan State Field Cham pionship Tournament was held at Owosso on October 4, with an at tendance of 80. The State Field Championship was won by Charlie Payne, of Hart, Mich., with Nels Grumley of Detroit, second, and Kel Anderson of Trenton, third. Class B was won by Richard Coulson of Flint, and Class C by Leo Judy of Flush ing. The new Women’s Champion is Bea Anderson, of Trenton. First place in Class B women went to Pauline Harris, of Owosso. First place for Free Style men went to Wayne Burner, of Howell. Junior Champion is Gordon Ash, of Detroit. In accordance with custom, the State Conservation Department has re served Bow and Arrow Deer License No. 1 for the men’s champion, Li cense No. 2 for the free style win ner, and License No. 3 for the wom en’s champion. The state champion, Charlie Payne, is an old-time deer hunter who shoots a 90 pound bow. and has three deer to his credit with the bow. If you think youngsters are not interested in field archery, here is Bobby Smith, of Little Rock, Ark., who sent his NFAA application air mail special delivery, with an en closed air-mail special envelope for return of his membership card. The secretary has received for ap proval blue prints of two new field ranges—La Crosse, Wis;’, Archery Club, H. C. Reuter, secretary, and also one from Clinton, N. J., R. C. Laizune, secretary, whose range is (Continued on page 8)

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De #vhmn Artljer Official Publication of the National Field Archery Association

Published the twentieth of each month at 505 North 11th Street, Corvallis, Oregon. J. E. Davis ........ Editor and Publisher Subscription Price ...... $1.00 per year Foreign Subscription .... $1.25 per yr. Single Copies ............................ 10 cents Advertising Rates on Application Entered as second - class matter June 25, 1942, at the post office at Corvallis, Oregon, under the Act of March 3, 1879.

Editorial We note with regret the report in Archery News (England) of the death on August 26th of Mrs. Weston Martyr. Mr. Martyr is a prominent English archer and has long been a Sylvan Archer subscriber.

The NA A has sponsored a National Mail Match Flight Shooting contest conducted during the month of Octo ber. Several classes for men, women and juniors were provided. The con test closes October 31st. The Dayton (Ohio) Archery club, after holding a number of annual fall rovers shoots, has decided that this year’s shoot will be postponed until after Hitler, Hirohito and Company have been taken care of. The Dayton archers have made their rovers and hunting tournaments famous and have set notable records in attend ance. The Washington state archers have obtained the Mad Lake Reserve for the third consecutive year and ex pect to have a number of archers hunting there in spite of tire and gas restrictions. Hunting season is from October 25 to November 1, in clusive. Non-resident license fee is $25 plus the usual cost of Big Game Seal.

A well known archer’s five-year-old daughter has been promised a pony “after the war.” Recently, after a comparatively long period of medita tive silence, she piped up with, “My, I wish people would hurry up and buy war stamps. First thing we know I’ll be too big to ride that pony.” That was one reason for wanting the war to end and an important one in the eyes of the young miss. There are many reasons, enough to demand the spending of every cent we can for bonds and stamps.

NAA Mail Tournament One hundred three clubs partici pated in the NAA “nation-wide mail match tournament.” 601 men, 384 women, 43 boys and 23 girls, a total of 1,061 individuals took part. The champions are Carl J. Weese, New ark, N. J.; Mrs. S. Robert Leamon, Bird-in-Hand, Pa.; John Mahoney, San Diego, Calif.; and Maryellen Bramiet, Peoria, Ill. Carl Weese turned in a York score of 140-930, 103 points more than the national record. MaryelTen Bramlet shot a Double Columbia round of 144-1064, 42 points above the national record. John Mahoney scored 179-1463 for the double junior American round, exceeding the NAA record by 37 points. In the ladies Columbia round, Miss Alice Schafer of Dunkirk. N. Y., bettered the national record by two points in shooting a 72-590 score. The Elysian Archers team of Los An geles scored 360-2660 to edge out the Cleveland Archery club by a 66 point margin. Pittsburg was in third place. The Cleveland club took top honors from among the 48 ladies’ teams com peting with a score of 285-1071. Twenty-seven contestants shot “per fects.”

Notice to California Archers Due to the war situation and the long distances involved the 1942 An nual California Field Archers Tourn ament will not be held. This notice is sent by request of Bert Garner, president of the Cali fornia Field Archers Association.— Signed J. W. Canfield, Secretary.

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Posting an Archery Reserve By A. T. “Bert” Wallis In past years field men for the Forestry Service and the State Game Commissions have, in the main, been comparatively young or at least en dowed with a good share of endur ance. This has made many of them excellent prospects for the Army and Navy. Loss of men to the service by the departments, together with those who have gone into defense and other activities has somewhat depleted the force of field men for the Game Com mission. Due to the shortage of men we were somewhat in doubt as to whether or not the area set aside for bow and arrow hunting would be posted this year. In view of this, and, knowing there were a number of members in the Washington Field Archery Associa tion with week-ends free to do as they chose, Kore T. Duryee conferred with members of the State Game Commission and informed them of our desire to post the area this year. As a result we were given permis sion to do so. If you ever have the yen to post an Archery Reserve for the State Game Commission and think you can cover a mountainous area of several thirty-odd miles with a 40 to 45 pound pack in two days, don’t make any rash wagers on it. That’s just what Kore Duryee and yours truly thought — without the wagers, and, while we saw a good many things well worth seeing and enjoyed ourselves immensely, we re turned much the wiser as to our prowess as mountaineers, much more fatigued than when we started and, in addition, without having covered the entire area. We did cover some twenty-odd miles of what would have been a thirty-five or six mile hike. Leaving Seattle in the late after noon Friday, September 11, we ar-, rived at a farmhouse 12 miles below the Reserve where we expected to obtain a fire permit. We learned that some time ago fire station headquart ers had been moved nine miles on our back trail to Lake Wenatchee. We lost nearly an hour returning to the Ranger station for our permit.

We had expected to make the first night’s camp beside our car at Mav erick Saddle (near the lower end of the reserve) but had to be content to camp eight miles below, as no per mits were being issued for camps at the desired location. Early next morning we began pack ing our duffel for the hike and dis covered, to our dismay, that our 35pound packs, which we had contemp lated, had increased in size to over 50 pounds. Due to the ruggedness of the area we wanted to cover we de cided there was only one thing to do —eliminate everything but absolute necessities. That took an hour of pre cious time. Sadly I watched some of the delicacies we had intended to eat return to the car: then my flashlight was eliminated (Kore had a smaller one); next my woolen jacket (with which I had hoped to keep warm in the chilly evening), and last, but not least, half of my roving arrows, my emergency kit and a file (with which to sharpen my teeth should I see any cougars) were eliminated. Each time we discarded an article we had a sub stitute which would do double duty— or we didn’t plan on substituting— we went without. Our first objective, upon leaving the car, was Maverick Peak, some 1500 feet up in about half a mile. Two hours and a quarter and 11 o’clock saw us resting our weary selves at the top. We had hung a few posters over each other on the way up. Kore looked at me (I didn’t have the nerve to look back) and said: “Well, Mr. Presidente, get over there by that tree—or what’s left of it— and start nailing up another placard. I want to get a picture of the Wash ington Field Archery Association president doing his duty.” “Dog-gone it,” I complained, “who thought up this trip? Well, anyway,” I continued, “we’re on top now. All we have to do is follow these ridges and post the rest of the Reserve.” Kore refrained from too much com ment, although I gathered he was of the same opinion.

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Lost Lake, our next anticipated stop, was four miles ahead and about a thousand feet below. It would have been our next stop had we been able to eliminate the intervening knolls, and saddles by the Aladdin method. We arrived at the lake at 1:30 much, very much, the worse for wear and tear. Not a drop of water since we left the car; only a slightly mangled peach had quenched our thirst some where on the ridge. This time Kore didn’t even look at me. He just stretched out on the ground and groaned. I groaned right back at him. A buzzard—or was it a mountain jay—sat on the limb of a near-by tree and heckled us. “All right,” Kore said, speaking to the bird. “You can have us pretty soon; we’re almost gone.” “Not on your life,” I said. “We’re onlv half dead.” The lake—after we had revived enough to fully appreciate it — was small, but nestled cozily among the jackpines and sitka spruce, was a pleasant sight. Now and then a faint breeze played back and forth across its surface and each time the lake wimpled in response to the breath of air it came to life with jumping trout. All over the lake there was a flash of silver and, as the swirling pools made by the jumping fish eddi ed into nothingness, there were others to take their places. “Oh, for energy enough to rig my rod and fish awhile,” I thought. But I did nothing about it. We rested at the lake for nearly an hour. As we had eliminated parts of our equipment for the trip in the early morning, so did we plan on eliminat ing parts of the trip as we rested by the lake. The balance of the trek up McDonald Ridge would have to go by the board, as would the posting of Marble Creek in the northwest corn er. Three Creek and Klone Peak to the north were out of the question. We might be able to post the far side of Twin Lakes, to the east, that aft ernoon. Be that as it might, we were headed for Al Constan’s Ranch, in the center of the Reserve, after we had rested. We were about half way up the trail to McDonald Ridge when Kore

remembered we had a refreshing can of tomato juice in our pack. When I say our pack, I mean my pack. “I think my half of that can of Juice would take me over to the ranch,” he said convincingly. Well, under those circumstances, what could I do? I opened my pack. “What is my sweater doing in your pack?” Kore inquired. “And I thought I had the coffee pot!” he continued. “Say, something’s wrong!” he said, “I put all that stuff in my pack.” I rubbed my eyes and opened them wide. I looked at the sleeping bag on my pack board. Sure enought, IT WASN’T the one Kore had loaned me. But my quiver of arrows and quiver bag lay beside me where I had placed them when they came off the top of my roll. “Ah, hah,” I said gleefully, “I thought I had been carrying a pretty light load for some time. When did you change our pack’s?” I knew of course, there was no difference in the weight of our packs. “Why, you -------- !” sputtered Kore. If he hadn’t been out of breath he probably would have said something. “Get out that can of tomato juice and let’s have a drink.” I looked at him sadly. “You have my pack,” I replied. He opened my pack, but nothing happened. He couldn’t find the can of juice. “Look through yours—or mine—again,” he said. I looked in vain. “You look through mine—or yours —again. Aw, look through them both again,” he said, and he lay down, turned over on his back and closed his eyes. Frantically I started searching. “I must find that can of juice or we’ll never get to the ranch,” I said to myself. “Are you sure you put it in the pack?” I asked Kore. He didn’t bother to answer. He just lay there. I finally found the can of juice and, both of us much revived—more by the additional rest than by the drink, I believe—-we we again headed for the ranch. How those packs became changed without the exchange of quivers and arrows I’ll never know. It also re mains a mystery to Kore.

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We arrived at the ranch at 4:30 p. m. Kore had informed me that Darrah Corbet and a friend were staying at the ranch over the week end. Dr. Robert Laughlin of Seattle proved to be his companion. Corbet, a former member of Seattle Archers, and Laughlin were enjoying a fishing trip in the Reserve. Kore and I can attest to their suc cess, as we had a real fish feed for dinner. The fish, however, was the third course in a very enjoyable meal. We had brought with us some con centrated soup which came first on our bill of fare. Next came lamb chops and the trimmings which our hosts provided. Then came trout, and more trout, and we finished up on canned apricots and delicious home made cookies. Kore’s wife had made the cookies and only those who have eaten Mrs. Duryee’s cookies can know how much we appreciated the hos pitality of our hosts by sharing them. Shortly before dinner and while Kore and the others were taking a dip in the stream which runs by the door, I tried my luck at fishing with gratifying results. My catch was ad ded to those in the larder for break fast. “You’re the only filthy one in the group,” Kore said upon my return from fishing. “You can’t expect me to pass up the only real opportunity of the year to catch some fish, can you?” I asked in reply. “Besides, you’re the only one who got dirty on the way up here.” After dinner dishes were done we sat around the stove and discussed archery. Corbet has long been a de votee of the sport. To Laughlin the discussion was new—something en tirely different from anything he had ever experienced. He avowed, when the discussion group broke up to re tire for the evening, it was one of the most enjoyable evenings he had ever spent, and that there was a good deal more to archery than he had supposed. Next morning after breakfast the two fishermen headed for Twin Lakes while Kore arid I shouldered our packs and started for the lower Re serve. “All work and no play—.” You know the rest. So, headed southward,

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Kore and I braced our bows and practiced hunting and roving shots. At one place it was a clump of grass; at another it was a stump; another, a stick or piece of bark in the trail, and so on. If you have never tried shooting with a pack on your back, do so some time. Kore carries three extra arrows in his bow hand while roving or hunting and is surprisingly accurate on the first arrow or two—not to mention the last two. I tried it but was not very well satisfied with results. We agreed, however, the method of car rying extra arrows for rapid shoot ing could be used to advantage by all hunting archers. At the base of Maverick Peak the trail winds upward to where our car was parked. Here we left our packs, to be picked up and carried to the car on our return. On the trip to the south end of the Reserve we carried only enough placards to post the area, our'bows and arrows and trail lunch. Incidentally, I had my fishing rod, but fished only long enough to lose mv leader and fly on a nice trout. That took three casts of my fly. Three and one-half miles down and the same back, in which we climbed nearly a thousand feet on our re turn, completed the day for us. Our week-end was rapidly drawing to a close. With the aid of archers east of the Cascades, we expect to finish post ing the Reserve before hunting sea son starts—which is only a week this year—October 25 to November 1 in clusive. We’ll be seeing you there. And we guarantee not to exchange packs with you. We are still wondering how that happened I

BLUNTS FROM STUMP (Continued from page 4) in Weasel Brook Park. Both ranges are splendidly laid out, and are real sporty courses. Edward T. Samul, from Connecti cut^ writes: “Just a note and greet ings from Connecticut, so that you do not think we have ceased to exist. Since joining the NFAA, we here in the east are going to be mighty good field archers. Our big problem as you know, is gas rationing. Our gang

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is leaving for good old Uncle Sam. I may go any time, and sure hope I can take my bow and about thirty arrows when I do.” Gas rationing will soon be a prob lem with all archers who have to travel any distance to field ranges. The ingenuity of archers will solve it by sharing and pooling gas. For many who are working in war in dustries and in other ways contribut ing to the war effort, archery is their only form of physical recreation. Good health and relaxation are ne cessary if we hope to do our best in whatever work we are engaged. No archer need feel he is unpatriotic if he uses his car for transportation to his field range to secure reasonable and necessary recreation and relax ation. Share your car with other archers, and pool your gas, if neces sary, but let’s keep up our archery. Hundreds of our archers have enter ed the service. Many hundreds more will go. It is up to us at home, to keep alive the spirit and practice of the oldest and finest of all sports, so that when our warrior archers return they will find we have car ried on and built a fine and better organization for them.

Notes of an Elk Hunter (Continued from page 2) branches. The last arrow also struck a twig, but hit the deer between the shoulder blades. The feathers were plainly visible about 15 inches above the animal’s back as he bounded away up hill. Although there was some bleeding we lost the trail in about four hundred yards. I do not believe the deer was mortally hurt for he ran strongly up hill with pow erful bounds. ♦

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September 19th we started down the trail soon after day break carry ing the pack with two cameras. Early in the forenoon we located a bull elk by his challenge and made a careful approach and challenged him. He answered at once. We drew much nearer to him and bugled again to locate his whereabouts more accur ately. He answered immediately and we could hear him coming. We sep arated by 20 yards and sought cover

hurriedly, then waited. I broke a pole and rattled some dead branches at intervals and he came very close, then suddenly left. He continued to answer our calls but evidently be came frightened for some reason. The wind was now unfavorable so we sought to circle him. This requir ed a three-mile walk across a canyon. To give the monarch a little time to ■recover his bovine equanimity we stopped at noon and ate lunch. As is my custom I ate a can of powdered milk and a slice of bread. There was an abundance of snow for water. We also took many pictures. Three hours later we were approaching the bull with the wind in our faces. At times the note of the bugle was deep and resonant, and at times there was a certain savagery and element of an noyance in his final coughing grounts. Meanwhile we located his position fairly accurately and approached to within one hundred yards. Jerry bugled and the bull started for us. We separated by 30 yards so one of us would be apt to get a clear shot. He came on steadily, viciously horn ing an occasional small sapling. I crouched behind the roots of an up rooted tree and took an extra arrow from my quiver to expedite a second shot. Suddenly the great beast ap peared in my vision, a ponderous, tan colored monarch with a mighty spread of antlers, stalking up the hill with confidence in the outcome of the expected encounter. I watched him fascinated. Billowy waves of muscles played over his shoulders in the sunlight. His eyes were wide and alert, his nose out searching for any scent, and the antlers piled up on his back like an old fashioned four-poster bedstead. He was only ten yards from the tree where Jerry was hidden. He was nineteen yards from me and offered a comparatively open shot at the heart. I loosed a broadhead, fully expecting to see the feathers disappear into the huge body, but the Oreads that look after wild things put a twig in my way. The arrow was deflected, and I miss ed by six feet. There was no second shot. He wheeled in a flash and with four huge undulating leaps he was out of sight. He bugled a moment

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7th NF A A Tournament Report By Karl E. Palmatier

EXPERT BOWMAN CLASS— Carl Seastrom, W. Hollywood, Calif. Roy Hoff, Los Angeles, Calif. Leo Sipe, Los Angeles, Calif. Alfonso Gonzales, Bakersfield, Calif. E. L. Kallander, Framingham, Mass. C. W. Seastrom, W. Hollywood, Calif. Tiny Munson, Malibu Mtn. Club James Dundas, Flint, Mich. Bennett Gandy, Los Angeles, Calif. Emery Watts, Los Angeles, Calif. Dwight Sherrill, Malibu Mtn. Club Kenneth Moore, Los Angeles, Calif. Arthur Hoffman, Bakersfield, Calif. Earl Grubbs, Los Angeles, Calif.

28 Target Score 58-226 74- 280 72-280 79-295 69-255 58-208 65-237 58-204 56- 208 70- 289 47-169 75- 297 57- 205 50-182

28 Target Score 69-271 75-295 69 275 78-312 53-181 75-295 64-238 53-193 46-176 80-308 50-192 85-321 58-214 44-164

56 Target Score 127-497 149- 575 141-555 157-607 122-436 133-503 129-475 111-397 102-384 150- 597 97-361 160-618 115-419 94-346

BOWMAN CLASS— Kilbourne Anderson, Trenton, Mich. William Smith, Flint, Mich. Kore T. Duryee, Seattle, Wash. Walter Walton, Hopkinton, Mass. Louie Krutak, Malibu Mtn. Club Al Leman, Malibu Mtn. Club Vince Buk, Malibu Mtn. Club Robert Blackmore, Marysville, Wash. Charley Howe, Malibu Mt. Club A. T. Wallis, Seattle, Wash.

51- 201 52- 192 45-161 3W113 29-108 41-151 28-106 38-136 49-184

54-204 66-258 40-152 39-151 47-166 37-125 26- 96 31-119

104- 376 105- 405 118-450 85-313 70-264 76-274 78-276 54-202 69-255

NOVICE CLASS— Harvey Hicks, Malibu Mtn. club A. J. Michelson, Flint, Mich. Basil Blackmore, Marysville. Wash. Jim Knittie. Malibu Mtn. club Erwin Connor, Malibu Mt. Club S. B. Hayden, Seattle, Wash. Carl Bjorkman, Marysville, Wash. W. Harmon, Langley, Wash. Wellington Lewis, Hopkinton, Mass.

36-128 34-126 26- 92 25-101 28- 96 31-109 23- 83 18- 66 9- 33

39-145 37-139 334125 29-101 28-102 22- 74 27- 99 22- 78 19- 73

75-273 71-265 59-217 54-202 56-198 53-183 50-182 40-144 28-106

EXPERT BOWMAN CLASS— Lulu Stalker, Flint, Mich. Frieda Hoff, Los Angeles, Calif. Minerva Gandy, Los Angeles, Calif.

43-153 45-175 42-152

44-166 51-183 38-1*36

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29- 98 30- 106

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A Neu) Hunters’s Round By Lulu Stalker, Flint, Michigan the usual manner of a field round in It all started when the Detroit Archers invited the Flint Bowmen to most respects, but our target being original, our count was necessarily a Broadhead Meet—some sure-fire practice for the hunting season com different. If number one arrow touch ed the killing area, a twenty was ing up. It stopped—almost—when the new 35 m. p. h. speed limit went scored—the kill was made—and no into effect. Almost—but not quite— more shots were made at that target, for the Flint Bowmen, particularly by scorer. Such a first arrow would the women, wanted—needed—some be a perfect shot in any man’s langu age; and a “perfect” in the vocabu actual shooting with broadheads. In lary of a field archer is twenty. view of their long hours in the de Simple? The second arrow, in case fense plants, however, the men of our group didn’t show too much enthus of a first miss, counted fifteen; the iasm about another tournament—un third, ten; and fourth, five. Limit— four. Multiples of five make easy til the women volunteered to run the addition, and that counts at the end whole show. of a long tournament. Running true to form, we decided to do something different—to cut our Ribbons were provided for the win own pattern for a Hunters’ Tourna ners of the first three places, classes ment. That we did and everybody A, B, and C for the men, the same seemed enthusiastic about the way for the women; with two place ribbon it fitted our needs. awards for the juniors. First, we shortened the distances, Prizes, donated by members of the making 60 yards the maximum. On committee, were both interesting and the 80-70-60-50 walk-up, we allowed practical. Instead of giving them to two arrows each at the two short the top-shots or to the low scorers, distances. On the 65 yard target, we both of whom had fared pretty well just pulled the stake and put it in in previous tournaments, we gave closer up—an honest to goodness in them to those unfortunates who were stinctive shot. just too good for classes C and B, Second, we devised entirely new but never quite lucky enough to place targets, making them from unpainted in the ribbon-receiving brackets of carton cardboard, annoyingly incon B and A. Accordingly prizes went to spicuous against the autumn foliage, T. L. Stalker, bottom of class A; and even as we find the winter coat of Harry Gatenby, bottom of class B; the roebuck. On these targets, we and for the ladies, “Ricky” Egler painted rings 12 inches in diameter, found herself rewarded for being at regardless of the distance at which the bottom of class A; while Betty the shot was to be made. This dimen Richardson drew the prize for bottom sion we arrived at from the appreci of class B. Another prize went to the ation of the fact that the vital spot “average man” and upon computa —the killing area, you might say— tion, we found this to be Meryl Gra does not increase in size if we hap ham. We might say in passing that pen to sight our quarry a good sixty Meryl’s average score is considerab yards away. ly above “average”—but this was another day. Prize for average junior In the center of this target—with went to Walter Knoblock, Jr. a flair for realism—we stamped a heart about two inches across. To the Ties resulted in the number of two archers putting the most arrows “heart-shots” in both divisions; Dick through the “heart” went a most ap Coulson tying with Harold Baller and propriate trophy—a small plaque on Elizabeth Buck tying with Lulu which was mounted a miniature deer Stalker. Straws were immediately head—one with at least fourteen provided, Coulson and your’s truly points—a real kill. drawing the wrong ones. Thus the The tournament was conducted in trophies went, begrudgingly, to our

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worthy opponents. Whether it was conventional pal aver, surprisingly scarce among field archers, or whether it was a sincere expression of personal reaction — I wouldn’t know—but many archers declared this to be the most enjoyable round they had ever shot competitive ly. I hope they meant it. Scores:

Class A Men

1. Frank Litchfield 2. Lewis Richardson 3. James Millard

Class B Men

1. Leo Hoffmeyer 2. Bill Smith 3. Walter Knoblock

Class C Men

1. Harold Baller 2. Bos Lisk 3. Leo Judy

Class A Ladies 1. Lulu Stalker 2. Elizabeth Buck 3. Bertha Hoffmeycr

Class B Ladies 1. Donna Diehl 2. Marie Boughton 3. Mabel Meade Class C Ladies

Shirley Richey Justine Baller Olive Willsher

Juniors

Pat Law, Owasso Bruce Meyers, ”

Notes Regarding Seventh Tournament Report By Karl E. Palmatier The ribbons for the fourth, fifth, and sixth mail tournaments have been mailed to the winners. There are two more tournaments. If you are going hunting why not shoot your scores and send them in? William Smith and Kore Duryee will be in class “'A A”; for the next tournament. A. J. Michelson and Harvey Hicks will be in class “B” for the next tournament. The field archers at Fort Wayne. Indiana, now have an approved, field course of 28 targets. To qualify for championship stand ing the archer must have shot in four

mail tournaments. Actual score is used to figure the championship standing. The field archers at Trenton. Mich., have one of the best ranges in the midle west.

Notes of an Elk Hunter (Continued from page 9) later with a note of defiance, then all was still----“Save that the hill was telling of the sound.” Jerry did not loose an arrow because the brush was too thick. And only 30 feet! It is inconceivable that he could make an escape. I could have wept! My only consolation was, as written by the Roman Tacitus, “That which is ordained by fate, cannot by human providence be avoided.” We had much to consider that night. We were tired and slept not too soundly. As an archer this experience will long remain in my memory.

P. S.: “A sadder and wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.” Karl Palmatier says, “In the early history of the National Archery as sociation it was one of the official rules that each archer must have his name on his arrow. This is especially true for roving tournaments. It helps to identify arrows at target tourna ments. Is your name on yours?”

Archery News (England) in a write-up of an archery shoot held for presentation of the Morres cup says, “After the shooting Miss Search entertained those present to tea in the only room upstairs that escaped the blitz.”

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