24 SPORT IN VANCOUVER 



the glorious life of sport, with little experience 

 — ^that was to come — but who with the tyee 

 salmon were as good as any of us, and whose 

 keenness spoke well for the future. 



It was curious that in such a small community 

 three of us, the Colonel, Millais and I, had 

 fished in Iceland, and many interesting chats 

 we had about the sport in that fascinating 

 island. 



As the sun went down, the boats began to 

 come in, and all interest was concentrated on 

 the beach, where the fish were brought to be 

 weighed on the very inaccurate steelyard set 

 up on a shaky tripod by the hotel proprietor. 



Any one reading Sir Richard Musgrave's 

 article in the Field, would be led to believe 

 that the fishing was in the Campbell River 

 itself. 



Whatever it may have been in his time, 

 the river is now practically useless from the 

 fisherman's point of view. This is due to the 

 logging camp in the vicinity, for the river for 

 about a mile from its mouth is practically 

 blocked with great rafts of enormous logs. 

 The logs are discharged into the river with a 

 roar and a crash, enough to frighten every 

 fish out of the water; the rafts when formed 

 are towed down to Vancouver. 



The river no doubt was a fine one till the 



