\in i tmm JUNE 1957 — Montana Fish and Game Departmenl Official Publication H > 5 o ■■s^ MONTANA FISH AND GAME DEPARTMENT Official iiM^ Publication State of Montana J. Hugo Aronson, Governor MONTANA FISH AND GAME COMMISSION E. J. Skibby, Lewistown, Chairman H. W. Black, Poison Ralph D. Shipley, Miles City John T. Hanson, Sr., Malta William T. Sweet, Butte A. A. O'Claire, Helena, Secretary DIVISION DIRECTORS A. A. O'Claire ....Director Walter J. Everin.... Deputy Director Walter M. Allen.. Fisheries Superintendent Robert F. Cooney Game Manager Wynn G. Freeman Coordinator, Restoration Don L. Brown Chief Law Enforcement Officer W. Kenneth Thompson Information and Education R. H. Turnbull Chief Clerk Vernon Craig, Editor TABLE OF CONTENTS Roadside Flora — Guest Editorial 3 1957 Fish and Game Legislation 4 Game Bird Inventory Methods 7 Use oi Aircraft in Fish & Game Management 11 Wild River . . ._ - 15 Shooting Safety 21 DDT and Fish... .-. 23 Montana Blue Grouse 28 Predators Are Like People 32 "Montana Wildlife," may be obtained free of charge by writing the Montana Fish and Game Department at Helena. Contents of this magazine may be reproduced in whole or in part if properly credited. 7 'I EDITORIAL Guest Editorial — By John Willard '! Last year, as I drove through one of Western Montana's nicest mountain valleys, the left front hub cap flipped off the wheel, spun across the road and into the borrow pit. When 1 climbed out of the car to go after it, the roadside looked as clean as a hound's tooth, grass green and neat along the shoulders, but the bottom of the borrow pit was another story. In the 10 minutes it took to find the lost hub cap, I was treated to one of the sorriest sights in Montana. Every footstep covered a beer can, piece of Kleenex, paper milk bottle, pop bottle, old inner tube, paper sack, paper plate, or what have you. A wheel barrow wouldn't have held all the junk within arm's length anywhere along this highway. It would have taken a dump truck to pick it all up' for a mile. The amazing thing about it is that someone hauled all this stuff out there, an astound- ing job of trcnsportation matched only by the callous ignorance of the haulers. This is the age of throw-aways. Everything comes wrapped and sealed in a container made to throw away. In my childhood of not too long ago, (?) there was an item of thrift in the container business. Every bottle, whether it contained beer or milk, was a thing of value, some- (| thing to be hoarded and taken to the store to be traded in for a few dimes. Now this ii is an outmoded way of life. Bottles are boldly marked "Not for reuse," as though even ]| filling one with water would constitute a high crime and punishable under the law. i, No wonder people are so anxious to get rid of them. Don't even want them in the car S for fear it might constitute use and foul them with the law. J Then, there is the paper industry. Use of paper has mounted astronomically in the J last few years, and what in my boyhood days served only as a writing surface today \ can be anything from a milk bottle to a portable nose-wiper and glasses cleaner, boxed so that a new one flips up everytime one is used. There are paper cups, paper boxes, paper wrappings and other items of daily necessity, all carefully coated with wax to withstand years of buffeting by the elements and thus becoming a permanent part of the roadside scenery. And ah yes, the beer can. This noble triumph of engineering science has laid a firm grip not only upon our civilization but upon the byways of rural America for centuries to come. Securely enameled outside and lacquered inside to protect the sub- tle flavor of the hops, it is as indestructible an item as Fort Knox. A tiny bastion, em- battled against the best efforts of wind, weather and little boys playing "Kick the Can," 'i it will be with us forever, a perpetual reminder of the thirst of the traveler. (I Added to the galaxy of roadside flora must be the paper or pasteboard carton, 'i usually filled v«th weather-resistant relics of picnics or car seat lunches such as paper I' knives and forks, paper cups, paper plates, waxed paper and plastic sandwich bags. 1 1 Festooned across the tumbleweeds they become the flower gardens of our highways, J' the putrid petunias of the borrow pit.