THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 243 

A Beautiful Spot on Lake Odell. 
A CAMPING TRIP ON THE METOLIUS 
RIVER AND LAKE ODELL 
By Carrtton L. PEPPER. 
Judge Knowles puts it mildly when he says in the last issue of 
the “Sportsman” that he had, for a long time, thought of “inflicting” 
some of the readers with his experience in hunting big game. His 
dose of “infliction” can’t compare or stand one, two, three with what’s 
going to follow. This “bad spell’ will, in its own way, attempt to 
relate the experience of a party of four young men from The Dalles 
on a camping trip to the Metolius River and Lake Odell. 
First, be it known, that the “party” consisted of Bob Good, gen- 
erally Known as the “Beau brummel” of the aforesaid city (and 
logically so at that) who, while not fishing, constitutes part of the 
small change-in the First National Bank; Phil Sharp, “the man of 
the hour” at the Walther-Williams Garage; Billy Pease, another 
“beau” and right-hand man to his father in the firm of E. C. Pease 
Company, and the writer, who meekly attends to all the troubles pro 
and con of the world at large, sometimes known as a barrister. 
Long before the time we left we had been planning and fixing 
for the trip and when we did leave on that beautiful Sunday morn- 
ing, August 20th, no one would dare deny but that we had enough 
on board to supply the trenches for weeks. A long list of groceries, 
ham, .bacon, eggs, beans, and then some more beans, and lastly (and 
let me say here, as we afterwards found out, the most important item 
of our eats) a goodly supply of pancake flour. Never did anything 
taste as good as the hot cakes we had every morning. Everyone put 
his order in the night before. I don’t say everyone, as it generally 
fell to my lot to make the cakes, and naturally I didn’t feel so keen 
about it. But those famous cakes were made with Olympic Flour 
thinned with an egg in half cup of evaporated milk, then more thin- 
ning with water, and when properly turned in the frying pan in 
the morning, they are bully. Try them on your next trip. 
After we left The Dalles ‘on the said beautiful Sunday morning 
it dawned on us that we had at last got started. We traveled by way 
of Wasco, Moro, Grass Valley, Shaniko, Antelope to ‘Madras, ‘good 
roads all the way, where we inquired about the fishing of that good 
