224 SPORT IN NEWFOUNDLAND 



kacodde and Kepskaig, where, though the 

 country was fairly wooded, Steve said we 

 should have a chance of a good stag. 



On September 7th the weather looked like 

 breaking. Steve was out at daybreak and spied 

 two stags down the river where we proposed to 

 go. We decided to leave Joe in camp and take 

 a light camp and provisions for a week in the 

 big canoe and explore the country to the south. 

 Joe was rather sad at being left behind, but 

 though he had a good tent, lots of meat and 

 provisions, the enforced solitude did not appeal 

 to him. 



While Steve and John were packing the canoe 



1 went down to the river and soon had ten trout 

 and char, 8J ft., the two biggest being over 



2 K>. each. The canoe was let down the rapids 

 with a rope, the kit being portaged to the 

 bottom of the rapids, only about 400 yards, 

 where the river fell into a small lake or Podopsk, 

 a generic term for all the small ponds in the 

 course of a river. After crossing this we had 

 a navigable stream with occasional rapids, all 

 of which we were able to negotiate without 

 unloading. Having started at 9 a.m. we 

 reached a rapid at the entrance to Koskacodde 

 about 1.15. Here we had to portage about 

 fifty yards. I slipped on the rocks and took 

 an involuntary bath, which was rather annoying. 



