CAMPING AT HAMLIN LAKE. 



R. L. SCHLICK. 



Our long looked for day had at last ar- 

 rived. We waited patiently for the gong 

 to sound, in the engine room, that would 

 start us off for a week of sport and recrea- 

 tion such as can only be had where the 

 country is wild, game plentiful and fishing 

 good. The trip we had been planning for 3 

 months was a reality. 



A beautiful moonlight trip across Lake 

 Michigan took us to Ludington shortly 

 after sunrise. There our teams awaited us. 

 We loaded one wagon and instructed the 

 driver to meet us at the Narrows. The 

 other wagon we boarded and drove swiftly 

 off, first through heavy, green timber, then 

 through a long stretch of tall, black tree 

 trunks, through which forest fires had 

 swept and were still smouldering. 



We finally brought up at the game war- 

 den's, where we partook eagerly of a hearty 



OUR BOAT. 



breakfast. After that our host took us by 

 way of steamer 5 miles up the lake, and 

 landed us at the foot of a steep hill, on the 

 top of which is Dr. Rupert's cozy little cot- 

 tage, which he built for the purpose of en- 

 tertaining his friends. It is surrounded by 

 a beautiful forest of hardwood timber. 



A shout from across the Narrows told 

 us of the arrival of our teamster with 

 provisions, luggage, and last, but not 

 least, our Mullins duck boat, which I 

 earned as premium for a club of subscrip- 

 tions to Recreation. This luggage had 

 to be ferried across the channel, or nar- 

 rows. That was soon accomplished and 

 everything put in readiness for house- 

 keeping, with the position of cook falling 

 to my lot. Our plans included fishing, 

 frogging, swimming, and sailing, with 

 stories, songs, and music in the evening. 

 My own great pleasure was sailing the 



boat, which, being side air champered, 

 can carry a surprising quantity of sail 

 and attain great speed. Little water 

 was shipped over the side, although the se;i 

 at times ran high. With a strong breeze 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY R. L. SCHLICK. 



SUMMER JOY. 



blowing, and all sail set, the side air 

 champers kept the boat right. 



For trolling, our boat was especially 

 adapted. In that case the sail had to be 

 reefed, in order to slow down, as other- 

 wise the spoon would be on top of the 

 water. In case of a strike., we had to 

 move quickly or run the risk of losing our 

 catch. That made the sport more exciting. 



Y H. A. SCHLICK. 



FULL SAIL. 



We struck the right time for fishing, al- 

 though we did not overdo it. While I did 

 not make a count of our catch, I estimate 

 it was not over 50 fish. These were bass, 

 pike and pickerel. This catch was made 



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