The old urge to get out in the open where the sky falls to natural horizons and the air takes on the smell of growing things was having its old familiar effect. The Catskill fisherman at left, for instance, chose to wade one morning a favorite stream where the water ran high, clear and cold. It did not matter that he caught no fish.
From as far off as Hawaii and Mississippi gun dog fanciers came to the sage and cottonwood country along Nevada's Carson River bottom to take part in the Far West Field Trial (above) and share the excellent company of good dogs, sturdy horses and sport.
In San Juan a bullfight audience was assured there would be no bloodshed; the matadors wielded wooden swords. But no one told the bull. He, too, sought the open spaces (right) but got hung up. When he toppled reluctantly back into the ring he proved so Ferdinandish he was let out.
Intrepid angler Morton Sherwood casts icy Chichester Creek in New York's Catskill Mountains, in quest of wary trout.
GUN DOG HANDLERS, JUDGES AND GALLERY QUIETLY FOLLOW FELD JAGER VON GRIEF, A GERMAN SHORT-HAIRED POINTER, WHO RANGES A BUSHY NEVADA COURSE FOR PHEASANT AND QUAIL
STRADDLING A FENCE IN PUERTO RICO IS A FECKLESS BULL WHO FOUND THE PROSPECT OF A BLOODLESS FIGHT TOO MENACING