With Gun & Rod in Canada 



cases I was too busy cutting figure eights in the water 

 with my paddle while frantically attempting to keep my 

 boat right side up, to have time to persuade the joyous 

 Nimrod to desist. The lad that sat up in the bow 

 facing me certainly made some wonderful shots at the 

 risk of my life and his own. But he never seemed to 

 appreciate the fact that if I had not been fully as good a 

 canoeman as he was a wing-shot there would probably 

 have been a wet blanket thrown over the gleeful occasion. 

 If these few hints and pictures have the effect of 

 saving even one sportsman from a wetting, or one stanch 

 little kwedun from destruction, the space given will 

 not be used amiss. 



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