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KINKS OF ALL KINDS 



a stick and carried by two men if 

 necessary. 



I have never been lucky enough 

 to have my carrier loaded to ca- 

 pacity. 



SETTING YOUR WATCH 

 BY COMPASS 



BY H. B. SCHELL 



Ever have your watch stop 

 while out in the woods and no 

 means of setting it? It probably 

 won't happen the second time, but 

 if it does, try this : 



With your compass, or by means 

 of a stream or lake from your 

 map, determine which direction is 

 south. Then point the hour hand 

 in the direction of the sun. Slow- 

 ly turn the hand around the dial, 

 keeping it pointed toward the sun, 

 until the south comes half way be- 

 tween the hour hand and 12. Pay 

 no attention to the minute hand. 



This is merely the problem of 

 using the watch as a compass, ex- 

 cept it is solved for another fac- 

 tor, namely, the time. 



If the sun is not shining, hold 

 the point of your knife, or a pen- 

 cil, vertically against your thumb- 

 nail. A close examination will re- 

 veal a faint shadow on the dull- 

 est day, from which the direction 

 of the sun can be found. 



A RUBBER TAPE KINK 



BY " NUTMEG" 



Here is a little kink in shaping 

 scabbards and holsters for rifles 

 and pistols: After wrapping the 

 arm with a greased cloth, take a 

 roll of rubber tape, such as is 



used in winding tires or electric 

 wire joints, and wind over the 

 cloth tightly, lapping slightly so 

 as to make a moisture proof 

 cover. The tape not only pro- 

 tects the arm from moisture, but 

 binds all together, so that the 

 arm may be taken out and re- 

 placed readily. If the tape has a 

 tendency to stick, dust the outside 

 with powdered chalk, talc or sim- 

 ilar powder. 



THE BAIT WITH AN OVER- 

 COAT 



BY PAUL SKOBERG 

 One never-to-be-forgotten sum- 

 mer we were enjoying life in 

 camp at Lake Augusta. We were 

 well supplied with underwater 

 baits, which had done their duty 

 nobly when it came to filling the 

 larder. But there came a time 

 when the bass would touch noth- 

 ing but floaters. Of these we had 

 but one in camp, an old Heddon 

 which was totally lacking in paint. 

 The dark color of the wood 

 when wet did not prove very at- 

 tractive to the fish, but there was 

 no paint available and it would 

 take a week to get some new baits 

 into camp. Meanwhile I did not 

 intend to be idle. I took a piece 

 of birch bark, split it pretty thin 

 and lashed it around the bait back 

 of the collar with a few bits of old 

 line. Then I punched out a hole 

 for the belly hook and hung it 

 back in place. 



When I got through it was 2 

 o'clock in the afternoon, a bit 

 early for the evening fishing, so 



