128 SPORT IN VANCOUVER 



He most kindly offered to take me down the 

 river in his canoe, and we decided to fish a little 

 on the way down. In the first pool where the 

 river left the lake I got a couple of nice cut- 

 throat trout, one about 2 Ife., on the fly. 



The pool was simply alive with cohoe salmon, 

 which could be seen on all sides swimming 

 about in the clear water. Mr. Dickenson 

 trolling with a spoon was soon in a nice fish of 

 about 7 Ifo., which gave really good sport on a 

 light trout rod before it was landed. 



Shooting the rapids in great form we were 

 very soon opposite Lansdown's house, where 

 I landed. 



And so ended my hunting trip in the Van- 

 couver forests. 



I cannot say much in its favour. It was 

 timber crawling pure and simple from beginning 

 to end no real stalking, only a snapshot which 

 fortunately got me my wapiti. The weather 

 had been all against us the camping grounds, 

 with the exception of that on Keogh Lake, 

 most uncomfortable. Food was indifferent 

 owing to difficulty of finding any game; deer 

 there were in numbers, judging by the tracks, 

 but one seldom saw them. There were ruffled 

 grouse, but Smith was not very successful with 

 his pistol, and we only got two or three the 

 whole trip. 



