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elle) ON 
THE NEPIGON. 
BY LAUREN KELLOGG. 
After making arrangement with Mr. 
Mathewson, agent for the Hudson Bay 
Co., for guides and all the parapher- 
nalia pertaining to a camp outfit, and 
accompanied by Mr. George Kellogg 
and H. O. Chase of this city, we set 
forth for a visit to the finest trouting 
country in the world, which statement 
we now stand ready to vouch for. 
After a delightful ride over the 
Canadian Pacific, we arrived at our 
destination, as far as railroads could be 
used, and found everything in read- 
imescu Ot Ene, jourliey Up the river 
Nepigon. The start was made in three 
birch-bark canoes in charge of the fol- 
lowing named guides: Alex. DeLa- 
monde, Alex. and George Skinaway, 
Patrick McHanutt and Joseph Ketch- 
eninie. Our plan was to push through 
to Virgin Falls, located at the head 
of the river, and not do much real fish- 
ing until the return trip, but while the 
guides were making portages we could 
not resist the temptation to try our 
luck, satisfy our curiosity, and be con- 
vinced that the Nepigon really did 
contain a bounteous supply of large 
trout. 
It is needless to say that we were 
fully convinced, for our efforts were 
crowded by a catch of one each of 5, 
43%, and 3 tb. brook trout and num- 
erous others, none of which weighed 
less than two pounds. At Hamilton 
Pool we found, in a neat camp such as 
these Indian guides well know how to 
pitch, a party of gentlemen consisting 
of Judge T. A. Gill, R. M. Snyder and 
M. M. Evans, of Kansas City, and John 
A. Sea, of Independence, Mo. They 
were making their way down the river 
and reported the fishing good, their 
largest catch being a 7 tb. brook trout. 
The third day out we arrived at 
Virgin Falls, a distance of forty miles, 
and were now ready to devote our 
whole time in the endeavor to break 
the season’s record, which was a trout 
of 734 tbs., but our largest catch was a 
six pounder, which is in reality quite 
large enough to satisfy the heart of any 
fisherman less fortunate than we in not 
having visited this spot. 
Perhaps the reader will consider me 
to be a modern Munchausen, but it isa 
fact, nevertheless, that, while our party 
were endeavoring to break this season’s 
record, we returned to the stream 
seventy-five fish, some of them weigh- 
ing 5% tbs. each. This may read 
strange, but it goes to prove the glor- 
ious sport to be had on this stream by 
aeverror tae rod and reel; Being 
hundreds of miles from home, it was 
impossible to take them with us, there- 
fore it would have been a very mean 
“sportsman who would have killed all 
these fish with no other object than that 
of record breaking, for within fifty 
yards of our camp, where the water 
comes plunging over a magnificent 
fall, we could at any time look down 
and see hundreds of these speckled 
beauties, ranging from two to six 
pounds each. ‘This letter is written in 
the interest of true sport, and the above 
can be verified by the following gentle- 
men who were camping at Camp Minor, 
one mile below us: D. P. Kingsley, 
346 Broadway, New York; Louis J. 
Wortham, Austin, Tex.; Daniel and 
John F. Boone, St. Louis, Mo. Mr. 
Kingsley of this party should have the 
