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sunset. The views on all sides were very 

 beautiful and we looked right over Meddona- 

 gonax with its numerous wooded islands, but 

 saw no stags. We paddled down one of the 

 steadies leading into Meddonagonax and so 

 into the lake, hoping to see some feeding stag 

 on its shores, but without success. 



It was a wonderful night, the moonlight 

 made it almost as bright as day. 



The following morning was bright and cold 

 and the mists hanging over the lake were soon 

 dispelled by the morning sun. We got away 

 about 6.30 a.m. and went down to the far end 

 of the lake, but only saw one unshootable 

 stag. Coming back for breakfast we decided 

 to take a trip to the far end of Meddonagonax, 

 where Steve said there was good fishing just 

 where the river left the lake. It only took us 

 one and a half hours of a steady row and paddle 

 to get to the end of the lake where the Bale 

 du Nord River leaves it. We ran down a few 

 hundred yards of rapids and hauled up the 

 canoe, leaving John to prepare lunch. It was 

 an ideal-looking river and Steve said he had 

 caught many large trout in it. The pools were 

 perfect to look at, but somehow fish were com- 

 paratively few and not in very good condition. 

 I fished down about a mile to where the river 

 fell into a small lake, and caught eighteen trout 



