HUNGRY GROVE TO SANDY POND 209 



in a blaze of colour we saw five deer come out 

 of different patches of wood, but only one was a 

 stag, and the head being poor we left him, 

 though to get a shot would have been a very 

 easy stalk. 



In the short row home I picked up five trout, 

 two being over a pound. I found that just 

 half-an-hour before and half-an-hour after sun- 

 set was the best time for trolling, and I could 

 always pick up enough fish for the camp coming 

 home in the canoe after a day's stalking. 



Next morning, September 3rd, we were up 

 for an early breakfast and got away at 7 a.m. 

 Here I first used the rucksack, which was most 

 convenient, as in it we carried our midday meal, 

 an oilskin, if it looked like rain, and a kettle 

 for tea. The lake was dead calm and the 

 morning mists were clearing away as we started. 

 Our plan was to work up to the top of the ridge 

 we had seen the evening before, hunt the face 

 of the hill and see if there were any signs of 

 stags on the barrens. 



Unfortunately our chances of deer on the 

 way up were spoiled by a south-west wind which 

 got up about eight o'clock, and blew steadily 

 from behind us the whole way up. We saw 

 tour does on one of the islands in the lake, but 

 the whole face of the ridge was devoid of 

 stags. 



