Rummaging Around

Jay 'Ding' Darling, at his drawing table doing what he did best, brought to the early 20th Century a sense of Conservation embodied in the emotive of the wildlife art format he created; the Duck Stamp.
photo/stamp NCTC Archives/Museum (USFWS)

Saturdays are good days for rummaging around in old boxes filled with "junk," as my wife often calls these little bits of forgotten folk art.

None of it is valuable. One thing that captured my fancy for a few minutes was an old 1984 press release celebrating  the 50th anniversary of the Federal "Duck Stamp." This stamp is required of all waterfowl hunters in the United States.

The first Migratory Bird Hunting Stamp, as it was called in 1934, cost one dollar. It was drawn for the Federal government by Jay "Ding" Darling, the Des Moines Register's editorial cartoonist.

Early "Duck Stamps" are valuable if not canceled

Darling led the campaign that convinced Congress to authorize an annual Migratory Bird Hunting Stamp, and his cartoons stuck a painful barb in the hides of greedy swamp drainers, fillers of duck nesting ponds, on-the-take politicians, and others who would destroy our natural resources.

Habitat loss, railed Darling in his scathing editorial cartoons, was a major problem, especially with ducks. Those early stamps, especially Darling's first ever stamp, are worth thousands of dollars for one that has not been canceled by a hunter writing his name across the front or being stamped by the post office. According to old statistics 635,000 of these stamps were sold the first year, and those dollars went into preserving and purchasing waterfowl habitat.

As of 1984, famous waterfowl artist Maynard Reece had the winning duck stamp entry five times -- in 1948, 1951, 1959, 1969 and 1971. Many years ago more than 119 million federal duck stamps had been sold.

Waterfowl have been featured on these stamps every time, except for  one. John Olin's King Buck was featured on the 1959 federal duck stamp. Olin was the president of Winchester/Western for many years, and owned Nilo Farms. Nilo is Olin spelled backwards. That stamp of King Buck, a black Labrador retriever, was a big hit with hunters.

These old stamps and stamp-prints are priceless

It's been said that winning the Federal Waterfowl Stamp contest can and will make the artist a millionaire. Not from the stamp sales, but from sale of other work. It boosts an artist into the upper echelon of waterfowl artists, and their other drawings sell well.

Proceeds from the sale of these "federal duck stamps" continue to help provide better and more waterfowl habitat, now and into the future. They are available from U.S. Post Offices across the country.

My twin brother George was the lure collector in the family. If I ever had anything of any value, George would trade me a book I wanted for a lure he wanted.

I found an old Super Duper lure, and can remember buying my first one in 1956 from Wanigas Rod Company in Saginaw. It was touted as being one of the best trout lures available, and demand for these "clothes pin" lures was strong. They looked like a metal clothes pin, and their shape is apparently what provided the trout-catching action.

Other treasures of a lifetime

Rattling around in the bottom of an old box filled with some old outdoor magazines was a 12 gauge brass shotgun shell. It was a rather nice find although there is little demand for them these days except as a collector's item. I have two.

Talking of old outdoor magazines I found perhaps 1,000 old timers ranging from the 1950s back to the 1920s. I love the art work on those old covers, and there is a rather brisk trade among avid sportsmen for such magazine covers. I have several listed on my Scoop's Books site where I sell them and old books.

Be warned: some different books are being added starting today and tomorrow, and I'm offering some very good deals on books that I'm overstocked with. If you're looking for some hard-to-find items, email me: Dave Richey,  and tell me what you want. Chances are good I have it or can find it.

Sadly many of the old magazine covers get cut off the magazine, and the cover is matted and framed for use as a wall decoration at fishing and hunting camps. Many lure collectors buy these old mags to search for ads  for specific lures. Some lures were in and out of business in less than a year, and a magazine advertisement is collectible in its own right. Old magazines with great color cover art, especially by artist with a national reputation, are no longer cheap. Their value has increased in recent years.

I've found several knives stuck in stumps from when a hunter shot a buck, gutted the deer and then cleaned his hands, and struggled off dragging the deer. Often, the knife was left behind in all the excitement of a successful hunt.

One of those knives was found today in a box. It had once been a pretty knife, but the test of time spent out in the elements dulled the blade and turned it into an object best  thrown out with the trash.

But, I kept this blade for what it had been, not for what it was today. I know what it's like to lose a good hunting knife, and I hope anyone who has found one or two of mine did so before the were ruined. It's my hope they care for my knives as I care for those I find.

Stuff in a box may be junk to one person but it may be a treasure to a pack rat like me. My awe is overwhelming whenever old things from an earlier era are found.

Such days may me very happy.

Hunting is a privilege

Dawn was blushing the eastern sky with a blaze of fiery color when a drake and hen mallard slanted down over the treetops, lost altitude in a banking left turn and settled to the river in front of me.

One day soon, I thought, we may meet again during the duck hunting season. Those thoughts carried me back to past hunts where I asked myself why I hunt.

It's a question hunters quiz themselves about. Few can answer for others, butt simply stated,  hunting means different things to different people.

Hunting is a matter of choice for those who love the outdoors.

Some hunt to enjoy the whisper of duck wings ghosting over a marsh before dawn; others like the damp, musty odor of the autumn woods; and others seek the challenge of spotting and stalking wild game.

The challenge of pitting knowledge and skill against a wild animal is part of the reason, but other factors often enter the picture. For many,  it can mean the chance to eat wild game at every meal.

Perhaps it's knowing that the hunter's role in conservation has always been one of keeping game bird and animal populations in line with their food supplies and habitat requirements, and protecting them if needed.

Michigan's hunting seasons are winding down but they offer millions of licensed sportsmen the freedom to work the woods and fields, lawfully carry a firearm or bow and arrow, and peaceably follow a pastime as old as man himself.

Hunting means many things to me, as it does to almost anyone that shares my love of wild places and wild things. The out-of-doors has so much to offer,  both to hunters and non-hunters alike.

Hunting is a privilege that most sportsmen hold dear.

Hunting has never contributed to the decline of any game animal or bird during modern times. Many times hunter license dollars and taxes on equipment have been used to increase game habitat, hunter education, fund studies or any number of other wildlife-related programs.

An overpopulation of any wild game results in death by starvation, surely a less humane way to perish than by a hunter's arrow or bullet.

But the actual killing of wild game is something I've never been terribly comfortable with although I've taken my share of bear, bobcat, caribou, coyotes, deer, elk, grouse, hares, moose, muskox, quail, pheasants, rabbits, sharptails, squirrels, waterfowl and woodcock.

The tinge of remorse I feel doesn't mean I am against hunting, but it means I hold my hunted animals in deep respect. My belief is that hunting plays a definite role in wildlife conservation. Man cannot be a sophisticated hunter without respect and love for the wild game we hunt.

Hunting is a serious feeling, something described by many as a deep inner experience. Man, as the ultimate predator, holds the power of life and death in his hands. Hunters know and accept this honorably.

This power means that hunters must know their equipment, know what it can do, and be skilled enough to place a shot so the animal or bird is killed cleanly, without suffering. It also means that hunters must know and obey hunting laws and respect the rights and property of others.

A hunting license gives no one the right to a full game bag, or a two-buck limit. It grants sportsmen the opportunity and privilege of hunting ... nothing more, nothing less.

Hunting promises nothing except the opportunity to be outdoors with bow or firearm in hand.

I hunt because I need to hunt. It satisfies a need within myself to go afield in pursuit of wild game and enjoy the wonders of nature.

It offers me the thrill of an exciting stalk through thin cover, the fleeting glimpse of a wide-antlered buck, the explosive sound of a ruffed grouse thundering from an alder run, or simply the chance to hunt and be afield.

The taking of game is secondary, ranking far below the mental and physical experience of the hunt.

The hunt, and not the kill, is what hunting is all about. And it is enough for me.

Posted via email from Dave Richey Outdoors