The call of the water trails brings us close to old Mother Nature and 

 the wonders over which she holds sway. The whispering winds through 

 the tall pines ; the call of the loon off the stilled waters ; the saucy defiant 

 chirp of the red squirrel, all awaken an answering chord within the keen 

 fellows who go forth to conquer. I can find just as much enjoyment in 

 manipulating the spider, coffee pot and stew-pan over the evening campfire 

 as I can in watching the game fins making their fight for freedom 'but 

 'I pleasure comes when one tries to convince his "pals" of the ex- 

 traordinary size of the fish that got away. 



