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TABLE OF CONTENTS TO HELL WITH BOWS AND ARROWS 1 By Russell Jones . ..............
OH, YOU 'POSSUM By Nelson M. Hoffman
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EDITORIAL
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CHICAGO CHAMPIONSHIP MEET
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POPE-YOUNG FIELD ARCHERS
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HUNTING IN PANAMA
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A CORRECTION
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REMEMBER THIS PICTURE
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SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA FIELD ARCHERS By John L. Yount
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SCHOOL OF INSTRUCTION
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ART YOUNG BIBLIOGRAPHY
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THE LIGHTER SIDE OF ARCHERY Edited by George Brommers
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Too Hell V^ith Bows and Arrows By RUSSELL JONES, Eugene, Oregon If someone walks into your place only about two thousand feet deeper of slavery and tells you to go to than the Grand Canyon of the Colo Hell, that's something! Nevertheless rado and it would be only a matter when my good friend B. G. Thompson of walking fifteen or twenty miles walked in and asked me how I would down and back. That should really like to take my bow and arrows and be quite easy for a big husky mus go to Hell, that really was something. cular shoe salesman who is used to Before working him over by hand “rasslin” big four b’s around all day. however, which such a question might He said something further about justly warrant, he was allowed to ex some crickets having broken out of plain the matter a bit more thorough jail or committing some other crime such as eating up all of some farmer’s ly. Ben is one of those hard working crop and that a number of crews of entomologists whom our Uncle Sam men were engaged in applying poison has selected to keep us unfortunates in an attempt to control them. It was from being eaten out of house and his job to check up on the control. home by bugs. (Every night on this Since the dusting was done between trip he went even so far as to insist 3:30 a. m. and 9 a. m. and between that I put on my birthday suit while sunset and dark he would have a he carefully looked me over for some chance to do some shooting at ground little wood tick that might like my squirrels, wood chucks, etc. during juicy anatomy for a nice place to put the middle of the day, and although some spotted fever germs. Ben always we would have to average about 400 looked right disappointed too when miles a day when traveling he would he failed to find even a single bug, be allow me to carry a strung bow and cause it seems that over there they hop out for a shot whenever anything are all doing it). Anyway the Hell of interesting showed up. this story, as Ben explained to me, is What he didn’t tell me, however, a small area on the Snake river be was the fact that he had to check up tween Idaho and Oregon in the neigh on the distribution of the crickets in a borhood of Hells Canyon. He said it number of places far removed from was a cinch to get there as it was civilization where it would be neces-
"We were able to account for several."
YE SYLVAN ARCHER September, 1937 snakes which would answer the pur pose equally as well. The road out of Ashland was very beautiful after the heavy rains and the sun came out bright for the re mainder of the day. Sometime during the night there had, no doubt, been quite a heavy wind and we saw in the road some of the largest sugar pine cones I had ever seen. We stopped and picked up several for souvenirs as they are quite a novelty west of the mountains in the Douglas fir country. These were from eighteen to twenty inches long. Monday we drove north from Klam ath Falls to Gerhart Mountain where I got my first look at the crickets in which Ben was interested. Altho Ben explained that this was quite a small band, not serious enough to warrant dusting, it was nevertheless an experience I shall not soon forget to see millions of these crawling de structive little pests migrating to new fields and destroying everything in their path. In spite of previous tales, I was still unprepared to find them so large and aggressive looking. These were the Mormon crickets which are in reality large wingless grasshoppers, the adults being more than 2 inches long. 1 was assured by some of the natives that they were really quite a delicacy when served with sugar and cream but I didn’t like the way they spit tobacco juice on me when I picked them up, so de cided to forego sampling them. From here we drove north east to Burns, the conversation drifting back to snakes as we were crossing that barren desert country and we de cided that the bridges over the dry creek beds should be a pretty good place to look for them; so stopped at most of the bridges hoping to see one. Patience will be rewarded and we finally located a large rattler. As my bow was always handy, it was decided that I should stick a broadhead thru its head, a feat which proved to be more difficult than I had anticipated as he was back under the bridge. However, after several close misses, his demise was accomplished and we snapped a couple of pictures of it. Then Ben started up over the rocks at the bridge approach and I got a dem onstration of real activity. How a mere two hundred and twenty pounds can move so fast and at the same
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sary to camp out and that he was in need of a good camp cook. If the amount of ‘'chuck" stored away on the trip is any indication, I surely lived up to expectations. Anyhow, I had no complaints. Now I never have had a chance to try out my bow on any maneating crickets and was beginning to feel all hopped up when Ben took all the wind out of my sails by explaining that these were only small crickets— no bigger than a mouse. Well, to make a long story short, after a few minutes of this kind of conversation, it didn’t take me very long to persuade my boss that I was in the last stages of a nervous break down from over-work and that at least a week in the wide-open spaces of Eastern Oregon would be the only thing that could possibly save me. Consequently the trip was planned, but like every other archer, I found at the last minute, I was in posses sion of a beautiful assortment of broken and dilapidated arrows and something had to be done quickly. I dropped in to see my friend Chester Stevenson, knowing that he had just finished about a hundred each of blunts and broadheads, and went over the situation quite thoroughly but, you know, that guy just can’t take a hint. I tried even to lure him outside so Ben could run off with a handful but even couldn’t do that. However, after a couple of frantic evenings working on arrows and trying to console my good wife that this trip was going to be the making of a much happier hubby. I was ready to go at six Sun day morning when Ben arrived. Fact was I hadn't slept much all night for thinking of the fun we were to have. The first day we drove to Klamath Falls by way of Medford and although we were not rushed for time, the weather kept the ground squirrels in pretty close and we didn’t get any shooting at all. We did have a good visit planning and talking over the remainder of the trip however, and spent the day watching for king snakes as we drove along the high way. We were both anxious to secure a couple of these beautiful black and white fellows for a decorative back ing for our bows. We saw only a couple of dead ones but consoled our selves with the thought that we would surely get a pair of rattle
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•3 September, 1937 YE SYLVAN ARCHER time make so much noise is far be doesn’t seem sportsmanlike. Just out of Prairie City we saw yond me. I can only say that if you would see for yourself, just be around some magpies off in the brush that some time when Ben puts his foot were nearly grown but not too wise down on a four foot rattler, coiled so we took time out long enough to ready for business. With a shout, send three of them to the happy hunt "Boy! Oh, Boy! Do you see what I ing grounds. Later Ben caught a see!" he really took off, but when he small magpie which we kept in a box stopped he could only have seen it intending to bring it home; but I with binoculars. Now, here is where guess we wanted it to grow too fast I made my mistake. Of course it was or else the diet which we worked out Ben’s snake to shoot and as my bow wasn’t scientific enough. Anyway was handy, I handed it to him. With after just getting acquainted with that snake lying on a big flat rock it so it would open its mouth and flap and his shooting no better than mine, its wings for grub every time one of maybe you think that boy didn’t do us got close, it up and passed out. We things to my nice new arrows and I really were beginning to like the lit began to realize why Steve couldn’t tle rascal and were disappointed that take a hint, his knowing Ben so much we had been such careless parents. better than I did myself. And I really Ben thought it looked more like him thought that Ben was a pretty fair than me and I guess maybe he was shot too. But then a buzzer’s bean right at that so didn’t argue with him. isn't so big, after all. Well, finally it Just before reaching John Day we turned off the main highway at was all over and we had a couple of first class skins for bow backing. Juaquin Miller Resort and drove up into the archers reserve to say "hello" That night we had a nice visit, in Burns, with Dr. Hibbards. Jr. and Sr., to the Williamses who have been such and Charlie Schroder. These fellows a help in packing the archers back are always ready to sit down and talk into the reserve the past two seasons. archery and we made some pretty Just before leaving the creek we saw three beautiful bucks. Their good shots there in front of the fire that night as we renewed old ac horns were in velvet and were just beginning to fork out nicely. Every quaintances. Next day we drove to Baker. As one of them will be at least a four there were many ground squirrels pointer this fall. One in particular along the way, I kept my bow strung appealed to my fancy and I made an up most of the time and got shooting appointment with him for the first close at hand quite often. I have been day of the season this fall. I would reading about Erie Stanley Gardner’s like to tell you where I am to meet "Lower Bracket Boys,” and after him but I was a little excited at see missing thirty four shots straight (ac ing him and he was in a hurry to leave cording to Ben’s count) I felt I was so I didn't get to complete all the ar surely entitled to a membership. They rangements. I am sorry about that, too. as I will just have to look around were all good shots too, according to Ben, as none of them were over sixty up there until I locate him and I yards and some of the squirrels had hope that Grover Gouthier doesn’t their whole heads out. I really want see him first. Wednesday morning a short way ed to make a record of misses and had not tried very hard to hit any of east of LaGrandc we saw two badgers them but he got me so riled with his close to the road. As my bow was humorous remarks about my accuracy strung up and Ben was driving, I that I finally go so nervous that I jumped out and ran to get a close held too close to one and accidentally shot but they saw me and scooted into hit it. I figured then that as I had a hole. I was very disappointed and spoiled my record and the squirrels sorry that I had not chanced a long were pretty numerous I might as well shot but a whistle resulted in one of kill some, which I proceeded to do. them sticking its head up and, like In fact I got so wrapped up in killing our friend Villum the Conquerer, squirrels that I stuck a broadhead "Plonk, unt it giffs a broadhead in the thru two squirrels at one shot. That puss.” This being the first badger kept the boy quiet for a while, but I I had seen for some fifteen years and don’t like to do that too often; it the first I had killed with an arrow,
September, 1937 YE SYLVAN ARCHER I felt quite proud of my trophy. I a single rise. Next morning we viewed knew now that, come what may for with awe the steep heights—some the remainder of the trip, it would five thousand feet directly above us— still be a big success for me. Even so, and speculated as to whether any we arrived in Enterprise early enough thing but eagles and mountain goats for us to run out a short way and ever looked down on some of those get a couple of hours of good ground perpendicular cliffs. Imagine our squirrel shooting. As our aim had im amazement, however, after driving proved by now, we were able to for nearly an hour, all of the way in account for several. low or intermediate, to discover that Early next morning we drove up to we were above the highest point we beautiful Wallowa lake. We marveled had been looking at in the morning. at the beauty of this little paradise I felt I could almost shoot an arrow nestling under the wings of the rug down to where we had spent the ged snow covered Wallowa moun night. The drive from Imnaha is the tains and vowed to come here again most interesting I have ever taken when time would permit a better op over mountain roads. The road is portunity to explore further. We were kept up by the Forestry Department able to get close enough to two cow and was in excellent condition. Altho elk to snap a couple of pictures be quite narrow, it carries a very even fore they became alarmed and moved grade up into the most rugged country off. Our fishing tackle called to us imaginable with deep canyons on all but time was too short as we were sides. The sheeemess of the moun due back in Enterprise early to look tain side beneath those short narrow over more cricket depredations. Ben turns is enough to make one hold his spent most of the remainder of the breath and the vast ex[Janse of brok day checking up on several bands of en rugged country beyond is a sight crickets and looking over the dusting never to be forgotten. From the look operations. On our way back to town out on Hat Point one can look down we saw a large colony of big red into the Snake river, a tiny winding ground squirrels begging to be ex thread which, as one winds down terminated, and I didn’t have much several thousand feet, grows to be a trouble persuading Ben to take a rushing turbulent river. The small little time off to accommodate them. fertile meadows in the bends of the A half hour here netted us nine squir river and the bunch grass covered rels and a lot of fun.. It was a real slopes of the steep lower ridges have thrill to me, to score a direct hit after attracted a few ranchers whose only patiently waiting for some time for touch with the outer world is miles one of these little fellows to expose of rugged pack trails, their radios, his eye above his burrow. Shots such and a single strand telephone line as this were more often missed, of which seems to loose its lonesome way course, than made good but that is in the many steep side canyons with what makes for the fun we get out of their perpendicular cliffs. archery. To me, a close miss is just Here we heard of an interesting as much fun as a hit. I think that if I cave which fascinated us. Until re could connect on all of these shots, cent months almost inaccssable from archery would no longer hold the en the Oregon side of the river, it may joyment for me that it does now even now be reached by a narrow road with a good many of my shots keep several miles up the river. For ing me down in the "world’s worst’’ hundreds of years it was a habitat of class. wandering tribes of redmen. Later, That evening we packed up and we were told, it became known as drove some thirty miles out along the Rustlers Cave, a hangout for rustlers Imnaha river and camped for the and renegades, who hard pushed by night as we had made arrangements Idaho sheriffs, would cross the river for pack horses to meet us at Hat to the Oregon side where they could Point early next morning and we still live out of reach of the law while had quite a distance to go. There they planned more devilment. In still should be some fine fishing in this more recent years, during prohibition beautiful little creek ordinarily but days we were told, this same cave the recent rains had muddied it so was the headquarters for a still and much that a few tries didn’t get even (Continued on page 11) 4
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Oh, You ’Possum! By NELSON M. HOFFMAN, Painesville, Ohio
Not having had a real day of rov ing and stump shooting for some time, Frank Randall and I planned an over night hike down in the wildest section of this county. Hell’s Hollow. We thought by taking enough grub along and cooking out we could catch up on our shooting by starting about 5:30 in the morning and roving all day. We took two of Cassius Styles fine yew bows, 5’ 8" long, 65 lbs. weight and three dozen of four-point footed Port Orford cedar shafts, matched, with 38 calibre shells for heads. I mention the equipment because it was of the finest and our shooting was of the poorest. Saturday night after we got our beds arranged on the ground and our grub where we wanted it, we started to do a little shooting at stumps. We shot until dark and our shooting was very good, hitting small stumps reg ularly at 30 to 40 yards in all posi tions. Finally, after getting too dark to shoot, we turned in and the beds felt good. Frank and I slept soundly until about 1:30 in the morning when we heard steps near our heads and had a warm sticky tongue smear our faces. There he was — PRINCE — the best coon hound in these parts, owned by a near-by farmer, wiggling from end to end. telling us how glad he was to see us. After we petted him and talked to him he settled down near our beds. We had only fallen half asleep when Prince startled us by a woof not ten yards away. I slipped on my mocca sins, grabbed a flashlight, and dashed over to the beech tree up which Prince was barking. About thirty feet up in a maze of branches and grape-vine entangle ment, sat an opossum. I yelled to Frank that if we did not knock the ’possum out of the tree he would keep the dog barking all night. I strung my yew bow and grabbed a couple of blunts and made for the tree. It was dark as pitch and the brush was thick in this spot. Frank came over and held the flashlight while I shot. My first ar row parted the fur on the animal’s
back and so did the second, but I could hdar the arrows strike the stones in the river some distance away. Frank promptly told me what a rotten shot I was and said he’d show me how to knock a ’possum out of a tree! He dashed over and got two blunts and came back and I handed him my bow and held the flashlight for him. He shot at the animal's head and missed, the 'possum ducking after the first arrow had passed his head. He shot again, and knocked the ’possum down on the branch, but soon he was standing up again. Then I got four blunts and shot twice, missing him, then Frank shot again and missed. We had a five-inch hole to shoot through and do you think we could hit him? Well, we shot eleven arrows in all and withthe eleventh arrow I finally hit him in the neck and knocked him over, whereupon Prince grabbed him. We went back to bed with much gabbing about shooting in the dark, and finally fell asleep. After a good ham and egg break fast, we went out to find our arrows and they were in the best groups you ever saw. Not over ten feeet apart and we recovered all eleven arrows. We then started shooting at differ ent marks up hill and down hill, at stumps, trilliums, etc., and, oh, how we made those arrows hit. Frank said to me, “Why couldn’t we have shot like this last night?" All we are worried about now is whether we can look Prince straight in the eye when we meet him again. “Mose" Palmatier, archer and one of the organizers of the Oregon State Archery Association in 1928. was re cently elected Commander of the American Legion, Department of Oregon.
We are much gratified that Miss Margaret Broberg from California shot with us, (Grand National, Ox ford, England) and took away with her the prize for Most Golds at 60 yards and the coveted Coronation “Spider.”—Archery News, England.
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California archers are on the way to securing an archery reserve in one of the best game sections of Cali fornia, but they need help from arch ers everywhere. We have every con fidence that they will receive that help. We are going to get personal with the class and call on some in particular to recite—Geo. A. Cathey and John E. Cooter of Oregon; Roy Case of Wisconsin; Paris Stockdale of Ohio, and Paul Leyda of Pennsyl vania, we mean you—and that won't mean good marks for the rest of the class unless you pipe up with your little pieces too. It Is just possible that the time might come when we would have a chance to go down and take a crack at a California deer (the Oregon ones are too smart for us) if Walt Wilhelm and Howard Hill leave any, and we are all for the reserve. Tite address, boys, is John L. Yount, Box 20, route 1, Redlands, Calif.
English archery seems to be more popular with the ladies than with the men. Seventy five ladies shot in the Grand National as compared with thirty-five men.
TELLIN’ YOU Chas. B. Harris, Logan, Utah: Wel come to the Logan bunch. Let us hear of your "doin’s.” “Mose" Palmaticr, Salem, Oregon: How about taking a little time off from Legion affairs and coming out to archery tournaments sometimes? Jack Flinton, Scarbough, England: Thanks. Change of address noted. Glad you like Stemmler's articles. James P. Flack, Cleverdale, N. Y.: Very sorry to hear of your illness but glad you are on the up-grade. Frank P. Latta, Canal Zone: We are anxious to know what some of those queer animals look like. Can't you send us some pictures? Gorman P. McMillan, Canandiagua, N. Y.: Wouldn't say George was exactly “lost.” He was among friends you know, so was perfectly safe. Hugh Stockton, Lake Village, Ark.: Sorry we do not know where you can get a copy of Pope’s "Hunting With the Bow and Arrow." Hope some subscriber can help you locate a copy. H. E. Beebe, Ipswich, South Dak.: Jack rabbit hunting should make archery very popular in South Da kota, or have all the “Jacks” been blown away, too?
Mrs. Lois Rowe and Molly Nieland; er, both of Williamsville, respectively ladies and midget champions of the New York State tournament, were featured in the rotogravure section of the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle, Sunday, August 22.
Grover Gouthier of Coquille, Ore gon is “sore” and wants the world to know about it. He says that just to make the boys feel good over at Burns last spring he let them beat him and then they returned evil for good by accusing him of having “fallen arch-ers.” He says he’ll shoot it out with them any time if they will let him furnish the dowels for their arrows. What are the archery associations doing to encourage the young people to shoot? Why were there only four juniors shooting in the National— three boys and one girl? Is archery going to die with our generation?
CHICAGO CHAMPIONSHIP MEET The Chicago metropolitan area championship tournament was held on August 14 and 15 at Hutchinson Field in Grant Park. There were members from six of the Park District Association clubs who took part in the meet. The weather, as usual, was fine, but the attendance was not up to that of last year. Miss Renette Yanke won both the ladies’ target championship and the clout shoot. G. Nichols (Nik) won the men's clout shoot for the third year in succession. Arthur Anklam of the Columbia Park club officiated as captain of the green with fine efficiency. The con census of opinion of the archers was that “Ankie" merited a vote of thanks for his very satisfactory per formance of the captain’s duties. In grand totals for the men's target Layer was first, McMonies, second, and Archambault third.
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Pope'Young Field Archers The second annual tournament of and Dr. Cathey third. The broadheads the Pope-Young Field Archers of seemed to avoid the two-inch wands Oregon, was held Labor day, Sept. 6, . and the only ones that stuck for hits at Corvallis. The shoot was held in were two for Adcook and one for Rus a beautiful setting on the top of the sell Jones of Eugene. hills west of that city. In the ladies events, Mrs. Clayton Vic Adcook of Portland became of Umpqua was first, Mrs. Hebard of the 1937 champion field archer of the Umpqua was second, and Marion state by taking first in the wand, Davis of Corvallis was third. battle clout, and rovers, and fourth Lee Stevenson of Eugene placed in the flight. Pat Chambers of Port first in the junior events; Teddy land was second and L. L. “Flight” Thompson was second and Norman Dailey of Eugene was third. Chester Thompson third. Louis Win terstein Stevenson of Eugene was first in the of Albany was first in the battle flight event, shooting an ounce broad clout, rovers and wahd; but his head 327 yards—in fact he overshot scores were incomplete as he missed the course and it took a half hour’s the flight shoot. diligent search to find his two best At the business meeting W. G. Wil arrows, side by side, among the trees. Vic Adcook and John Allen of liams of Portland was elected presi Corvallis tied for first in rovers with dent; Chester Stevenson of Eugene, Kenneth Clayton of Umpqua next. Earl Ullrich of Roseburg, and Ted The 240 yard battle clout tested the Hunter of Sheridan, vice-presidents; metal of broadheads and bows, but and J. E. Davis of Corvallis, secre ten archers reached it to score points. tary. Next year’s tournament will be Adcook was first, Chambers second, at Sheridan. HUNTING IN PANAMA YE SYLVAN ARCHER, DEAR EDITOR: I'm beginning to feel guilty about all the articles on state hunting pre serves and the like. Wish some of the field archers in the States who are having such a tough time finding any thing to hunt could visit down here for a while. I’ve been tn a regular field archer’s paradise since coming to Panama. There are jungles within a mile of the Submarine Base that are simply alive with all kinds of small game and large birds. I’ve even gotten to the point where I’m getting choosy about what I shoot. And when an archer passes up a chance to shoot anything that wiggles or breathes, you know there’s lots to be had. Most of it is awfully short range and snap shooting, but it’s the finest sport I’ve ever had. I’m the only archer here, and all the military reservations have granted me permission to hunt where they won’t allow firearms. So the territory is fresh, and most of the wild life act as if they hadn’t ever seen a man before. Their curiosity has proved the undoing of countless liz ards and iguanas and a few furry
fellows with strange faces and names. I go out quite often at night with a strong light. I know that this is look ed on with disfavor in the States, but it gets so beastly hot here in the day time. There’s no thrill quite like get ting close enough to see what lies be hind a pair of gleaming eyes. I shot a kinkajou about a month ago, and have killed one alligator. Missed a big armadillo not long ago, and he looked like a pig wrapped in armor. Nothing like night hunting to keep your stock of arrows at a low ebb, be lieve me. I suppose Siemel would con sider this game pretty small fry, but after a fruitless hunting season in Connecticut last year, it seems like great stuff to me. I heartily endorse the red ribbon movement, looks as if I’m getting more eligible all the time. All the archers whom I shot with in the class “C” at Lakewood a couple of years ago have moved up the line. I have a range laid out in front of my quarters, but the weather isn’t gen erally conducive to good target shoot ing. The rainy season — in between showers — is too damn windy and in the dry season, the sap fairly runs out of the bow and drips off the lower
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limb. Four submarines of this division are going to New Orleans in Novem ber for a short stay. Can you tell me if there are any archers or clubs In that vicinity? I don’t remember seeing any items in the “Archer” of activity in that quarter, but thought that you might know a few. I’d like to get in touch with one or two so as to get in a little shooting during the stay. Good hunting, FRANK D. LATTA
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A CORRECTION Gentlemen: The article on our Canadian "Scorton” Shoot, which you published in full in a current issue, is subject to decided correction. I wrote this up rather hurriedly, from memory, for our local papers and sent copies to the archery magazines, merely as a notice of the event. I am sorry that I did not anticipate its being published in full and thereby being more ac curate in some of the statements as to background. The competition for the Ancient Scorton Silver Arrow is not sponsor ed by the Woodmen of Arden, which is a Warwickshire Society, although I am informed they do shoot for an arrow and bugle. The Scorton is a Yorkshire shoot and can only be held in Lancashire and Yorkshire. Accompanying the silver arijow and the bugle, there Is also presented the Thirsk bowman’s regalia, the Thirsk bowman’s bugle, the medal and the horn spoon. The latter is even more ancient than the Antient Scorton Silver Arrow. The Thirsk trophies can apparently only be won by a Yorkshire man. These corrections are made through the courtesy of Mr. J. Flinton of Yorks, England, who sent with his letter, this year’s entry blank for the Scorton Shoot, to be held on the grounds of The Lonsdale & John O’Gaunt’s Archers, Lancaster, It is of interest that this is the 265th record ed year and the 235th competition for this trophy. The Clout Shoot is peculiar to the Woodmen of Arden and the Royal Company of Archers of Scotland and is, apparently not common in Eng land. My error is describing the Scor-
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ton as being sponsored by the Wood men of Arden, originated in a rather extensive amount of correspondence with various English sources, of the different old shoots and in connec tion with Comm, de Marbois request ing permission to hold a Canadian counterpart. My memory confused the source of the permission, the de scription of trophies and costumes, de scription of the original rules and revisions to date, etc. In connection with the rules, Mr. . Yates of Eng land, gave us a very complete sum mary of all rule revisions to date, particularly with regard to the use of sights. It is of interest that, in addition to the Ancient Scorton Silver Arrow and Bugle, the Woodmen of Arden Arrow and Bugle, for a similar type of shooting, and the Thirsk trophies, there are numerous other comparable trophies, such as the St. Andrew's Cross, which they shoot for in Scot land at 200 yards, the Musselburgh arrow, which they shoot for at 180 yards (since 1603). Apparently the best traditions of this long range shooting arc preserved by the Royal Company of Archers, the Woodmen of Arden and in connection with shooting for the Ancient Silver Arrow. The above correction is made in the interest of historical accuracy. We are indebted to Mr. J. Flinton of Yorks, England and Dr. Elmer for their courtesy in calling attention to the incorrect association of the competition for the Antient Scorton Arrow with the Woodmen of Arden. Yours very truly, F. NAGLER MORE ON FIELD ARCHERY DEAR EDITOR: Mr. Klopsteg's article in your July issue is misleading as to my views on the relationship of field archery and target archery. I would be the last one to wish to see the two phases “ab solutely divorced,” as Mr. Klopsteg quotes me as saying. The tendency was to cram a program of field arch ery into the National Tournament which amounted to nothing more than added novelty events. I agree 100% with Mr. Klopsteg as he goes on to say "it would be a splendid thing if field archery could
September, 1937 YE SYLVAN ARCHER 9 be organized on an annual get-to first circuit of the targets, so they gether. This is a reality here in South chose sides and the two teams shot ern California. We have our Field around the course to another tie. The Archers Association which manages first Oergon state tournament was its own affairs, handl.es> its own held in Waldport in August, 1927. money, and puts on monthly shoots, and an Annual Field Tournament. REMEMBER THIS PICTURE? This association is closely allied with the Southern California Archery As sociation which holds target events throughout the year. Many archers belong to both organizations, and I am one of them. There is certainly no thought of absolute divorce or an tagonism between these two associa tions, although their program is dif ferent. They are all one family and can all eat at the same table. The field archers are making big progress in building up their pro gram. Of course, the N. A. A. stands ready to cooperate. It might be that they (the field archers) will want to hold a tournament during the pre ceding week or following week of the target tournament, and maybe at or near the same place. This is where the two associations could nicely cooper ate and economize. I am on Dr. Cathey’s field commit tee, and it is one of the duties of this committee to find out the general opinion of the archers as to the best ways to unionize the field archers and the target archers. Perhaps some one will suggest a sit-down strike. ... . > There is no better way to exchange our thoughts than through the arch ’ • . ’ t .■ !:M ery magazines. Lot’s have more ex changes. RAY HODGSON
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According to the report in Archery News, the nineteenth Grand National championship meeting was held in Oxford, England, July 28th and 29th. Mrs. M. L. Bates won the "Championess Challenge Silver Bracer Plates and Crystal Brooch” with a score of 133-705 in the double National round. Qapt. A. Shekelton won the "Cham pion Challenge Gold Medal” with 225 hits, 991 score in the double York round.
About a dozen Oregon Archers gathered at Waldport Sunday, Aug. 15, for a rover shoot among the' sand dunes beside the ocean. Bob Nichol of Grants Pass and B. G. Thompson of Corvallis tied in the
Rev. K. R. Thompson, now of Fre mont, Indiana, was pictured in the December, 1929, issue of Ye Sylvan Archer. Mr. Thompson said, “I once waded in four feet of water, overflow of the Wabash, for carp. I shot one weighing six pounds, but only by hold ing the six-foot bow horizontally, up side down, drawing arrow on under side of bow and above my head.” A real handicap. Mr. Thompson is still an archer and a subscriber and even goes on "Killiwhacker” hunts.
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Southern California Field Archers By John L. YOUNT, Secretary
The next regular tournament of Southern California Field Archers will be on the El Segundo range of the Art Young club Sunday, September 19, beginning at 9:30 a. m. All archers expecting to compete must be on hand not later than 10:30 a. m. There will be separate events shot. The morning score will be posted and used in assigning groups for the after noon round. Except in the Champion ship class, archers will be free to choose their companions for the fore noon shooting. The Champions will have Io shoot in their own class both limes. The latter class consists of How ard Hill, Ted Martin, Ken and Walt Wilhelm, and the new champion N. L. Rogan — a group of real hunters and well forth watching. The following is the top bracket of the General class in the order in which they finished at the last meet in July: Volus Jones, Fred L. Olmstead, Emory Watts, John L. Younts, Arnold F. Tul lis. With the exception of one man, who shot over his head and doesn’t expect to repeat his perfomrance, there is some good talent in this class and plenty of competition, and also there are a lot of "dark horses” just a little further down the list. INFORMATION WANTED Do you know anything about bow and arrow hunting? I mean, did you ever kill a buck? If so, what range and with how many arrows? Where did you hit him? What was the weight of the bow used and what type arrow head? If you wounded one and he got away, you know how and why it happened. To get down to brass tacks, I am going to make all of you archers everywhere a proposition. We, here in Southern California, are working for an archery reserve and since it has to be voted on by the state legislature, there are going to be a lot of ques tions asked by a lot of people. That is always embarrasing unless one knows all the answers, so I want every bit of information possible, both favor able and unfavorable, on every angle of archery hunting. Tell me how you are going about improving hunting
conditions in your territory, where we may expect the most opposition, how public officials and riflemen in your section feel towards archers, etc. etc. In return I promise to act as a clearing house and will pass on to any club or association that may have use for it, any information I receive. I believe such a library of authentic data will save any other association a great deal of time and be of consider able help in getting them what they are after whether it be reserves or special seasons. ONE FOR RIPLEY Arnold Tullis, a member of the Redlands Archery Club, shot a gopher at a range of 275 yeards. Not only that, but the gopher was in his bur row and the arrow had to pass through two inches of soil to reach the game. Yes, we have witnesses to prove it. A group of Redlands archers made a trip to Barstow to show their fellow club members from that district a few of the fine points of field shoot ing. I haven’t heard any bragging around the club house since then and suspect that the homeguard took a bit of shellacking. Those Wilhelm boys are hot stuff. Here is where the secretary of the Field Archers does a bit of bragging. We, the bow and I, (Lindbergh stuff), had a rabbit hunt with Walt Wilhelm the other evening. Not many rabbits out, but the hunting was fine. We are proud of the fact that we held our own with Walt. Nobody got any rab bits. Might mention that Don Hunt ington and Glenn Curtis, of the Red lands club were equally successful. How about the Art Young, San Pedro, El Segundo, etc., etc., members sending in some news. If you don’t, there is no telling what you will have to read next month.
The ladies of the Grand National, England, voted to substitute the double Hereford round for the double National round to determine Grand National Championships. The Here ford round consists of 72 arrows at 80 yards, 48 arrows at 60 yards, and 24 arrows at 50 yards.
11 YE SYLVAN ARCHER September, 1937 nearly thru him. I was surprised at TO HELL WITH BOWS AND the force and the wallop that a blunt ARROWS point ha§ when shot from a heavy (Continued from page 4) boot-legging gang who worked across bow. This, also, was my first wood the river in Idaho. We were so fas chuck with a bow. None of the rest cinated by these tales and the pic of that colony seemed to like green tures which our imaginations made grass so I tried some more of my of the many interesting characters, very special calls but with no success. both red and white, who had used By the way, any time you have a few this abode that we felt we could not extra arrows you want to get rid of, afford to miss a chance to visit it. I know of no other way you can do it Here we spent several very enjoyable quicker and enjoy it more than trying hours looking over the cave with its to hit a woodchuck that is flattened fire smoked walls and ceiling in many out on a nice big rock with his head places marked with ancient Indian just visible. You either make a good writings. Now the ceiling and1 sur shot or else. The “else” is a nice rounding cliff walls are the home of bunch of Port Orford cedar splinters. thousands of cliff swallows. Many I frankly admit that I more often were the feet that had trodden the picked up the pieces and wondered floor of this interesting place,- A just why in the heck I had spent so ' _ J much time trying to make that crest small amount of cf scratching zz“z/zl*:“~ around z"~ in the loose dirt of the floor reward so attracive. ed us with over two dozen perfect Back up in the high country I was arrow heads of interesting shapes due for another treat as we sighted and materials. Some crudely shaped of the first snowshoe rabbit I had seen slate and others delicately chipped for a number of years. Ben and I both of obsidian and mottled flint. A tried for a shot but as he kept run couple of age-old harness buckles ning from one tree to another to hide and a forty-four rim-fire cartridge under the low-hanging branches our caused us to wonder what tales they shots were all taken on the run. I had could tell if they could but talk. We the satisfaction of making two very only wished time would permit us to close misses and of course I know I continue our exploring here but would have hit him on the next shot nevertheless we have marked another but old Dead-eye Thompson wouldn’t spot in our memories and have listed wait any longer and killed it quickly Rustlers Cave along with some fu with a beautiful shot at thirty yards. ture vacation. I’m afraid that that shot alone should Along the river, in the rock cliffs, keep Ben out of the “Lower Bracket” the ground hogs were quite numerous where I had really felt that he be bu*t these big fellows we found quite longed, up to this time. If he makes difficult to approach close enough to any attempt to join now I will be per afford very good shots. I did get a fectly willing to swear that it was at shot at a crow here and received an least fifty yards and will furnish wit other thrill as my arrow sped true nesses to swear that he has killed and I added another trophy to the squirrels at eighty yards. We saw numerous places where the list, my first crow with an arrow. One time we saw quite a number of chucks porcupines had done considerable in a small green patch but they all damage to the young pine trees and ran for their dens before we could ap were told that the Forestry Depart proach close enough for a shot. Just ment appreciated having these misto show that Ishi had nothing on me, chievious pests destroyed so we decid I gave my very best imitation of a ed to try a broadhead on the next nice juicy stem of alfalfa growing in one we could find. I saw one shortly a swamp which was just a little more afterward. He ran across the road and than one big fat boy could stand. Be well up into a large fir tree before I fore calling all of his kin-folk to the got my bow out of the case and feed, he slowly raised up out of the strung up. The first shot passed thru rocks to his’ full height and was his body too far back and only sent promptly rewarded with a blunt in him up the tree further. Two more the chest which did the job very shots both went thru his shoulders nicely. The arrow struck him in the and could not have missed the heart chest with such force that it passed very much, if they do not hit it, and I
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was surprised how long he could hang on up there. Ben is of the opinion that had my heads been keener either of the last two shots would have killed him almost instantly. He demonstrat ed this a few minutes later by killing one almost instantly with one shot thru the chest. Both Ben and I used eighty pound bows and we both feel that the flatter trajectory of a heavy bow, if it can be handled fairly easily, makes for lots fewer misses at un known distances and increases the enjoyment of the sport. I was glad to get a box of quills from these “porkys” as the boys in my Scout troop have been anxious to secure some for decorating belts, hat bands, moccasins, etc., which they make in their handicraft work. These were used quite entensively by the Indians and make pretty decorations after they have been dyed in bright colors. The week was over only too soon and we headed for home on the fol lowing Sunday, driving four hundred and fifty miles to reach Eugene quite late in the evening. Altogether we had driven nearly seventeen hundred miles. We killed two rattlesnakes, thirty-one ground squirrels, four mag pies, two crows, one badger, one snowshoe, and two porcupines and sang everything from "Rigoletto” to “The Merry-go-round Broke Down." SCHOOL OF INSTRUCTION IN ARCHERY Russ Hoogerhyde, fifth-time National Champion, has established a school of instruction in archery at 1865 Shermer Avenue, Northbrook, Illinois. Northbrook Is a suburb of Chicago, located a short distance west of the shore communities of Evanston, Wilmette, Kenilworth, Winnetka, Glencoe, Highland Park and Lake Forest, and is easily acces sible to all of them by excellent high ways. Mr. Hoogerhyde will have both outdoor and indoor ranges for his instruction, and will arrange special courses for instructors in physical education and camp counselors. In ad dition he will give private and class instruction to archers who wish to improve their shooting form. Shop facilities are being establish ed for the manufacture of bows and arrows, and related equipment. He plans to specialize In championship
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arrows, tested by both machine and hand shooting, and on high quality bows. In addition, he plans to carry stocks of good equipment for begin ners, schools and camps. During the winter months he will be open for lecture engagements for clubs and similar groups. ART YOUNG BIBLIOGRAPHY The publishers of Ye Sylvan Archer have a number of published articles by Art Young. Several are in dupli cate and we would be glad to ex change for others that we do not have. We would appreciate information from our readers regarding other pub lished articles by Mr. Young. We have the following: “Hunting Lions with Bow and Arrow,” Boys Life, May, 1926; “Loaded for Bear,” Colliers, Sept. 11, 1926; "African Lions and the Long Bow," (serial in 3 installments) Field and Stream, July, August, September, 1926; "Mountain Sheep and the Bow,” Field and Stream. January, 1928; "Hunting Walrus with Bow and Ar row," Field and Stream; a letter in Ye Sylvan Archer, March, 1928; “Killing Power of the Feathered Shaft," Sports Afield, March, 1935. We also list two articles about Art Young by other authors: "They Bring ’Em Back Dead,” by Burt McConnell, Elks Magazine, February, 1935; and “The Archer of Kodiak Island.” by Saxton T. Pope, in Field and Stream.
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ABOUT HYENAS If, on this page, I should offhanded ly refer to roughnecks and ruffians, I am, to quote a famous author, merely reporting a news item. Certainly I would refer in no such terms to Chester Stevenson, James Stovall, Russell Jones, Howard Richards, Sid Claypool and Clair Hamlin. I had the pleasure of saving these gentlemen’s lives from a charging coon and they were so deeply grateful that they wrote a story about it in the last “Archer,” borrowing my page in order to do justice to the event. However, when I refer to hyenas, mine is the voice of authority. J. E. Davis, B. G. Thompson and “Ox and a half” Todd have basely betrayed their trust, allowing aforesaid page to be used by my fellow coon-hunters. And since their escape from death was still fresh in their minds you can not blame them if they are a little confused in their account. Well, since we are once started on the subject, here is more: FAN MAIL Every great writer has his admir ers, and I am no exception. What these discriminating readers lack in numbers, they make up for in ardor and enthusiasm. Occasionally, of course, one of them will take excep tion. to some immaterial part of my
products and voice his plaintive doubts. There is no such doubt in the mind of the chairman of the board of gov ernors, N. A. A. His official endorse ment of your editor and the present doghouse opus is complete, hearty, overwhelming and frank. Writes Dr. Klopsteg: Doghouse Editor, Los Angeles, Cal. Dear George: I will hand you the palm, in fact the whole bundle of palms, for good, substantial, cockeyed imagination of the kind that makes the unwary read er weep, the sensitive shudder, and the literarily inclined foam at the mouth. Even my dog crawls under the table when he sees me open one of your letters, or a copy of the Arch er. If the book you contemplate is any worse than your column, I hope I am gathered to my fathers before it is released on a defenseless sport. I hate to have to admit that your humor, ethics and morals descend to an extremely low level at times, and the fact that some archers enjoy some of the things you perpetrate is a re flection on their taste rather them a tribute to you. Likewise, get this straight. As a heaper-upper of indignities you have few peers. If the whole story of your
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atrocities towards poor Joe Cosner were known, it would be easy to pic ture Joe accumulating one indignity after another until even his good na ture could endure no more; and I have very small doubts that his occasional eruptions in your direction are thus completely explained. I will say that aS a dog-artist Joe is an accom plished bowyer, and that most of his bows are just what you might expect from a man who draws dogs. Dog? Doghouse? I am building one just for two. A stout one. Joe will occupy one cell and you may guess at the other inmate. Sorrowfully, PAUL Yes, I can guess who the other guest is all right. The only thing I am afraid of is that Dr. Hickman will corrupt Joe.—D. E. I have another admirer in Gorman P. McMillan. He writes: Bunk Editor, Ye Sylvan Archer. Dear George: For some time I have, with a rising sense of indignation, been reading the unwarranted, unseemly and scurrilous attacks on your person. I note that these self-styled and self-appointed critics, not content with airing your clothing, (for which they might be forgiven), stoop to cowardly innuen dos calculated to convey in an under handed way that your character and morals are not all they should be. They point with undisguised scorn to your sterling literary accomplish ments, making puny cracks anent the absence of style and wit. Eagles pick ing at a worm, George, that’s all it is. It’s evident that if they found you alone they’d break you in two so you’d have company. And so, George, in deference to the many years of our friendship, I rise in your defense. Of course we’ve had our little differences. Who hasn’t? Will I ever forget the time I recommended your materials to the neighbors as ex cellent kindling wood? Were THEY sore! It turned out all right though— the next shipment was dry enough to burn. And George, you have other friends in this neck of the woods. Take Doc Armstrong for instance. Doc, as you know, is organizer, president and total membership of the “Archery For Exercise Club.” The object of
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same is to shoot a sheaf of flight ar rows and then drive but in his Ford V-8 and gather them up. Doc says your staves make the best flight bows for this purpose — they take less gas. I don’t know whether he means the car or,whether he refers to the gas that arrives with the stave. Just a sample of this sneaky business. Ray Reimer of Silver Springs and Hank Guckemus of Utica are more Brommers boosters. In fact, they would boost you right into the ocean. Who wouldn’t? Now about this “Bunk” business. I say that it is here that you climb to your greatest heights. (Or should I say “dizziest?”) Is there any won der? Didn’t Commander Stevens get 63,000 feeet into the stratosphere on less gas? And what is the bunk for anyway? Why for a good night’s sleep. And I am here to testify, as one who foi years suffered acutely from insomnia, that the surest way to a long deep sleep is to spend a few minutes reading “Bunk by Brom mers.” The gravity of your affliction may be measured by the amount you can withstand before succumbing. If you get past the first paragraph you are in definite need of attention; if you get half way through, your case is desperate; but if you succeed in fin ishing one article complete, order the box and flowers—you’ve got one foot in the grave and the other itching to follow. HAROLD ROHM HARDER TO PLEASE Doghouse Editor, Los Angeles, Cal. Dear George: There is only one thing I like about your doghouse, and that is the company. To be sure, even here I take some exceptions. I do not like the way you keep hanging around and I do not like the way Fred Kibbe snores at night. And I wish that Lou Stemmier picked another place for his glue factory, it smells worse than one of your stories. Personally I think that Lou has Parker backed off the map when it comes to air conditioning the malcontents. He will say that this is professional jealousy, but don’t you believe it! Aside from that everything is all wet. To get down to particulars, I do not like the way the poundmaster waters us, I think he is nothing but a roughneck, if you ask me.
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I object to the way cats are allow' ed to run loose just to amuse Styles. Cash barks and whines, and that sets the others off. Aren’t we sup posed to get any sleep at all? The stockade is too close to the main building and you ought to know that much yourself. Any time you want to wring Cosner’s neck is all right by me. That quartette he coaches is a disgrace, and I am hot to tell you about it. As long as you used a little dis crimination I thought rather well of your doghouse. But why pick on me when there is so much better material lying loose. Sincerely yours, HAROLD ROHM
A “Correspondence Match,” Poland versus England, held at Krakow, Poland, and Halton, England, June 24, resulted in a win for the Poland ladies team by a score of 1957 to 1654, but the English gentlemen pulled ahead of their Polish opponents 1792 to 1742, according to Archery News. SUBSCRIBERS PLEASE NOTICE A cross appearing in this space means that your sub scription has expired and we would appreciate your prompt renewal so that your name may be kept on our mailing list. We make mistakes, unfortunately, and if we are in error in giving you a black mark, please drop us a card and cor rection will be made. If it is not con venient to remit just now, a card tell ing us that you want Ye Sylvan Arch er to keep coming and the dollar will come later will keep you in the Archer family.
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