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hours the river, which is one third of a mile 

 wide, empties and is refilled by a tidal 

 wave, caused by the 60 foot tide in the 

 Bay of Fundy 25 miles below. At times the 

 water rushes up the river in a wave 5 

 feet high. We were well repaid by the 

 sight ; also for the 24 mile drive to Hope- 

 well cape,, at the mouth of the river, where 

 the rocks are carved out in fantastic 

 shapes by the wonderful Fundy tides. 



Leaving Moncton at 11.22 a. m. we 

 reached Campbellton at 17.45 P- m - The 

 next morning we drove 4 miles up be- 

 hind Sugar Loaf mountain to Parker lake, 

 which although only ]/^ mile wide by ? /$ of 

 a mile in length, is famous for its trout. 

 The lake is owned by Mr. Pritchard, 

 who charges $1 a day for each rod. After 

 some sad experiences with certain fisher- 

 men whose composition was mostly pork, 

 he allows no one to catch more than 10 

 pounds a day. The trout are peculiar in 

 that they will not look at a fly, and have 

 appetite only for grasshoppers. With 

 a bottle of hoppers, and a boy to row us 

 to the best spots, we fished till noon. Then 

 we had our first fill of trout, prepared in 

 the most delicious manner by Mrs. Pritch- 

 ard. Bill ate so many, I noticed signs of 

 distress in the region of his belt during , 

 all our afternoon fishing. We caught in 

 all 40 trout, the largest 1% pounds and 

 many 1 pound. The small ones, facetiously 

 called "sprats" by our guide, we returned 

 to the lake. 



The following day being August 15th 

 and the last for salmon fishing, we decided 

 to try our luck in the far famed Resti- 

 gouche, whose waters lapped the back of 

 the hotel. ' We were told we were not 

 likely to catch any because of the lateness 

 of the season, our lack of proper equip- 

 ment, and the fact that the best waters 

 were leased by the Metapedia Club. As 

 it costs $10,000 to join the club, and there 

 were no vacancies, we gave up that idea. 

 However, we thought our trout rods and 

 landing nets all right, until a gentleman 

 showed us his salmon rod, which looked 

 like a telegraph pole, and his gaff, like a 

 shepherd's crook. We wilted, but bought 

 some double hooked salmon flies, took our 

 heaviest bait rod, a borrowed grilse rod, 

 and a freight train 10 miles up to Flat 

 Lands. There, for a small consideration, 

 I got permission from Mrs. McDonald to 

 fish her waters in the Restigouche. With 

 Tom. and Dan Delaney as guides, in a 

 Gaspe canoe, we cast our 75 cent flies all 

 day, with the results of one rise from a 

 grilse and 4 aching wrists. We had at 

 least been swell and fished for the lordly 

 salmon, and we were satisfied. 



A day later we visited the Powell, and 

 saw a sight calculated to make an angler 

 lie awake nights. In a narrow strip of shal- 



low water, staked off between 10 islands, 

 were 300 salmon, averaging 20 pounds 

 each. These had been caught in a weir, 

 and were to be kept there until Septem- 

 ber, when they were to be stripped of 

 spawn and returned to the river. 

 ■ With fly and bait, in the Restigouche, 

 we" were rewarded with 2 fair catches of 

 beautiful silvery sea trout, averaging about 

 a pound in weight. The first run of trout 

 had been long before at the head waters 

 of the river, and the second run was only 

 just beginning, so we were informed by 

 our Indian guide, Tom Condo. 



Hearing of some wonderful catches of 

 5 and 6 pound brook trout in Indian lake, 

 22 miles South of Campbellton, we de- 

 cided that was the place to go. Many had 

 heard of the lake, but few had ever been 



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there. As a consequence, it took one even- 

 ing and all the next day to find a guide to 

 take us there. One morning at 8 o'clock 

 we started with Tom Chorette and drove 

 and walked 16 miles over a rough road 

 into the woods. One stop was made to 

 "boil the kettle," which term designates 

 meal time in camp throughout New Bruns- 

 wick. Having gone as far as possible with 

 the wagon, our provisions, tent, feed for 

 the horse, etc., were transferred to a sled 

 and we started over a trail 6 miles to the 

 lake. There never was a more woods- 

 wise horse than Dick, who was a constant 

 source of wonder and admiration. He cer- 

 tainly was half human. Simply by word 



