A TRIP FOR TROUT. 



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of mouth, he was driven over fallen trees, 

 through mud, up and down almost per- 

 pendicular ridges. To be sure, the sled 

 was sometimes overturned, but 1 never 

 blamed Dick. 



We were at last in the "forest primeval." 

 Spruce, hemlock and pine, with the most 

 magnificent white birches were on every 

 hand; but we missed the woodsy odor of 

 our Adirondack balsams. 



Many moose, caribou, and a few deer 

 tracks were seen. Reaching the lake a 

 little ahead of our guide we saw a beaver 

 swimming a short distance from shore. 

 While we watched him he dived and slap- 

 ped his paddlelike tail on the water 11 

 times as a warning that there were vis- 

 itors on the lake. During the 5 days of 

 our stay we saw him every morning and 

 evening. He used to come swimming in 

 ' zigzag manner toward us, and wonder 

 what we were doing on our raft of logs in 

 his preserve. Sometimes he would dive 

 quietly and again slap his tail, sending the 

 spray 5 feet in the air. We came to love 

 him and would have liked to exchange 

 cards, but could only exchange glances. 

 The last morning he came within 50 feet 

 of us and we took snap shots of him as 

 he lay on the water and as he dived. We 

 broke his dam and left a stick projecting 

 from it. During the night he cut the- 

 stick half in 2, in his effort to remove it. 



The lake was full of trout, and evenings, 

 just before dark, the water fairly boiled 

 with rolling, leaping specimens. Such gamy 

 ones I never saw. It was exciting, amus- 

 ing, provoking, to spend 5 or more min- 



utes landing a T / 2 pound trout when one 

 wished to gc f him off and try for some 

 big fellow who rose near. We got plenty 

 of one, iy 2 and 2 pounders, but none of 

 the big fellows we heard about. It took 

 12 minutes to land the largest. Our larg- 

 est were caught on a red tag Parmer, and 

 a grilse Silver Doctor on which was 

 hooked a trout eye. 



Sleeping on a bough bed, with our 

 clothes on, in a small tent, listening to the 

 rain drops fall, and unfortunately some- 

 times feeling them ; hearing the hoot owl, 

 and the 'snore of our guide, who was a 

 past master in the art, are things enjoya- 

 ble for a time; things which on return to 

 civilization make the warm bath, clean 

 clothes, good dinner and clean bed most 

 delightful. 



We went for trout and we got them, we 

 were hungry iok trout and we ate them 

 until it seemed we would never want 

 another. Our trip had been a success, and 

 we put up our rods satisfied, with no de- 

 sire to see them again for another year. 



On our trip out we saw, at Fourteen 

 Mile lake, where a moose had been killed 

 and cleaned, although the law was not 

 yet up. 



There are a large number of places in 

 Northern New Brunswick, in the vicinity 

 of Campbellton, where there is excellent 

 fishing. The one drawback is that the 

 best waters are leased. It is often possible 

 to make arrangements with the lessees, 

 and either in their waters, or those not 

 leased, the desires of the most ardent 

 angler may be satisfied. 



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GREY GOPHER. 

 Winner of 27th Prize in Recreation's 7th Annual Photo Competition. 



