1933 March SPORTS AFIELD W.J. Wilwerding Wild Cat Cover Motorcycle Picture For Sale

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Robert C. Mueller

Managing Editor

Vol. 89

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Frontispiece -

Editorial

Uncle John's TRAILS of the NORTHWOOD

IVAN B. ROMIG, Publisher

Historical Sketches

MUNTING HERING

TRAPEROOTING

Maw of the Bush

Plugging in the Florida Keys

Bait-Casting Reels

Autobiography of a Sportsman

Cycling for Trout -

South Fork Flathead Trout -

Conservation Events

BOATING CAMPING

OutDoon SPORTI

Arms and Ammunition -

M. J. BELL

First Vice President

March, 1933

Is Game Shooting Real Marksmanship?

On the Firing Line With the Trapshooters -

Boats and Motors

Motor Touring and Camping

Dogs and Their Care

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"... the boys were 'ganging up' on the trout with their motorcycles."

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ils of the Northwoods

March, BELOW ZERO ... a Fleet

of Motorcycles, Headed by a 75-Year-

Old Youngster, Speeds Over the Ice

of Lake Superior to the Fishing Holes

By Seegar Swanson

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Arthur W. Bowron... youn

MEN below zero!

TE The sun had not yet made its

morning appearance, and as far as

most of the city was concerned, there still

remained several hours for Morpheus to

reign supreme.

At Fossum's corner, however, men were

stirring. They were warming up a fleet

of motorcycles, preparing for a run over

the ice to the Apostle Islands to put in the

day at a sport for real men-bobbing for

gamy Lake Superior trout.

Arthur W. Bowron, young at 75, was

the cause of the early morning bustle. For

years he had made regular trips to the

islands, always returning with enviable

messes. His repeated success had chal-

lenged the younger blood of the commu-

nity, and now the boys were "ganging up"

on the trout with motorcycles. It was only

natural that they should ask Bowron, the

veteran bobber, to head their expedition.

When Bowron mingled with that en-

thusiastic group of younger fellows his

years failed to show themselves. No one

would suspect that he was founder and

president of an old settlers' club.

"Fishing explains it," he would say.

"Years mean nothing as long as a man

can keep his health, and the best way to

do that is to get interested in a year 'round

sport.

Some like golf, others

bridge, but as for me, I'll take fishing."

Pressed for further comment Bowron

would add:

prefer

"The trouble with many of us is that

when snow comes we give up our sport

unless we are lucky enough to go south.

But just because summer is gone is no

reason why a fellow should hang up his

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A day an unsurpassed

variety of thrills...

smashing strikes,

leaping fish... a

battle of wits, close-

ups of shark, rays

and tropical fish in

their native haunts.

Sea fishing

with "plugs"

and bass rods

By W. H. BLIN

SPORTSAFIELD Tralls Northwoods

Pluggin

in the

Florida Key

10 TELL an old-time

South Florida that it i

sible to catch the wary

Top-The end of a ten-minute battle. The author

displays the tarpon which a short time before had

taken a backward leap, landing on his head snapper on a bass plug

invite unflattering comp

might prove to be embarra

Tales of big snapper on plu

tarpon on light bass tack!

caused me for more than a

repeatedly tell Ralph Miller

was not only crazy but a first

to Ananias.

"But," he would reply,

time I was down with Ce

we got 'mango' snapper tha

run over five pounds, and ju

were quitting, I had a strik

seventy-five-pound tarpon

out eighty feet of line

the plug. A split second

plug hit the water. 1 ha

tarpon on, and finally lost

hooked and landed a small

I was retrieving 'Leapir

referring to his pet wobb

Similar stories repeate

vals, vouched for with

gravity as the positive tr

created such a desire to

play one of these scrappe

tackle that plans for a

day trip were made, desp

that my better judgmen

experience advised again

de

I have made many goc

the delightful mangrove

the orthodox way, usin.

cut mullet, but this tem

fish will bite well one da

next, under identical co

refuse anything offere

occasion I had fished ha

al hours in Steamboat

only one snapper to m

though hundreds of the

ible playing in schools

bottom, in about tw

water, One luscious

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Uninitiated is, of course, a thrill to

be secured out of catching trout

from streams that bear the dis-

couraging title-"Fished-out Waters." And

there is no question but that the artistry

of luring fish that are frequently coaxed

must be of a high order, and carries its

own reward. However, every fisherman

has definitely the hope that he may ply

his trade on virgin waters. This hope is

due not entirely to the fact that it is thrill-

ing to walk where few other feet have

gone, but is associated with the feeling that

comes when one is casting toward a trout

that has never felt the prick of the steel

lying within the feathers of a Western

Bee.

I found myself very much excited, there-

fore, when my hope of fishing a very little

fished stream promised to be gratified,

when my hostess told me that she had ar-

ranged to have me guided down the South

Fork of the Flathead River. The South

Fork for the most part, comes tearing

down that part of the Rocky Mountains

related in most people's minds with Glacier

National Park. This fork, having rushed

past obstacles and dropped over falls, joins

the main stream and in a deeper and more

reflective frame of mind moves on to Flat-

head Lake.