A TRIP TO THE MAINE WOODS. 



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dismay I had strained too hard on my pet 

 rod and snapped it at the first joint. I 

 must confess I was glad I was in the wilds 

 of Maine where I could give vent to my 

 true feelings. Fuller, whom I had not 

 noticed during the excitement, was, to my 

 utter disgust, lying back in the boat 

 laughing as if he might at any moment 

 burst a blood vessel and muttering some- 

 thing about York State anglers. 



After I had informed that weatherbeaten 

 individual I had not come all the way from 

 New York for the purpose of amusing 

 Maine guides and being eaten alive by black 

 flies, we paddled on toward the mid -lie 

 of the pond, where he squared himself in 

 my estimation by handing me his rod and 

 telling me I would be able to catch all the; 

 trout I wanted. I believe I could have 

 caught a bushel if my conscience had not 

 troubled me. As it was I stopped when I 

 had secured 50 that averaged Y\ of a pound 

 apiece. 



V/hile out on the pond we counted 13 



deer, at different times, feeding along the 

 shore. I regret not having had a camera 

 with me as we had many opportunities of 

 securing good negatives. As it was I had 

 to satisfy myself with a few rough sketches 

 and the hope that next year would see me 

 in the same place. 



Just before leaving we saw an immense 

 Canadian lynx that was evidently, from his 

 crouching position, making ready to spring 

 on some luckless deer. Fortunately for the 

 deer, on seeing us the lynx bounded 

 through the dense forest for parts un- 

 known. Both Fuller and I longed for our 

 rifles which we had foolishly left at home. 



Our walk back to Kennebago over the 

 carry was a delightful one. Although it was 

 July, the air was cool and crisp and at 

 every turn of the winding path some gor- 

 geous view presented itself. A drive 

 through the grand old forest, in the long 

 twilight, to Loon Lake camp, and a hearty 

 meal with Captain York ended my first trip 

 to the Maine woods. 



AM»TEUR PHOTO BY FRED'K R. WOODWARD. 



A CRACK SHOT. 

 Winner of 23d prize in Recreation's 4th Annual Photo Competition. 



