July 15, 1915. 

 F-Information 

 District 18 

 Nature Fakers. 

 The Forester, 



St. Paul, Minn. 

 Dear Sir: 



Some time ago a Dr. Long was quite severely criticized by 

 a gentleman of big-stick fame for his stories of the habits and 

 habitat of wild animals. While I am not prepared to state as 

 to whether the criticism was merited or not, I will say, that 

 as a nature faker Patrolman Gowan and I have Dr. Long beat 

 so bad he wouldn't stack up any higher than the hole in a 

 doughnut. Here Is the story: 



On June 10 Gowan and I were cruising for a portage trail 

 from Twin lakes north to Big Rice in 64-13. We struck Big 

 Rice about 4 p. m. on the south shore, where there is an open 

 muskeg. There was one cow and two bull moose in the water 

 a short distance out from shore, so Gowan and I laid down in 

 the moss to watch them awhile. We were there about 10 or 

 15 minutes, talking in the usual tone when I thought I heard 

 a noise behind me. Thinking another moose was coming in I 

 whispered to Gowan to keep still and I dug up my little kodak, 

 then turned my head around to take a look. Imagine my sur- 

 prise when I saw a big timber wolf only six or eight feet away, 

 looking right at us and crouched down a little. From the 

 prone position I was in (we were lying face down) I cleared 

 the muskeg about three feet and yelled to Gowan, "LOOK AT 

 THAT SON-OF-A-GUN!" Gowan did look and he took a leap 

 that tied me for first honors and marks him as a hurdler of 

 the old school, .remarking, in a most appropriate manner, 

 "Holy Moses." Meantime the wolf stood his ground, walking 

 about five steps to our right then two or three towards us 

 again. I had a 38 automatic Colt lying in the moss and I 



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