AN ANGLER WHIPPING THE SOUTH BRANCH OF THE AU SABLE NEAR; ITS JUNCTURE 



WITH THE MAIN STREAM 



ence with mosquitoes. It blew a small gale 

 after our tent was up, and the sides of our 

 shelter went napping in the wind. Seem- 

 ingly the breeze blew the tent full of 

 mosquitoes. We figured it out that they 

 were carried to us from a swamp near-by. 

 At any rate, after crawling into our tent, we 

 spent an hour or so alternately lying down 

 and waiting until a horde of mosquitoes 

 had come out of their hiding places and col- 

 lected about us, then lighting a candle and 

 killing them off. 



We reached Bamfield's the next after- 

 noon. A thunderstorm chased us in. Just 

 as it broke we landed and found unexpected 

 shelter in an empty house-boat. 



The writer left our party here and pro- 

 ceeded by a logging railroad to Oscoda; 

 thence to Detroit and Ohio. Mr. Wheeler 

 and Mr. Young continued on down the 

 river to Oscoda. They enjoyed a beautiful 

 trip all next day, and on the second day had 

 the experience of running the real white 

 water of the Au Sable. Beyond this point 



the country became swampy, with occa- 

 sional high bluffs. There was little fishing. 

 They reached Oscoda on the fourth day 

 from Bamfield's. It was necessary to go 

 across country after a wagon, and have the 

 boat and luggage hauled into town. Log 

 booms block the river above the point 

 where it enters the town. The river-boat 

 was shipped back by freight. 



Looking back on the trip it stands out in 

 memory as a thoroughly delightful outing. 

 There was good fishing. There were excel- 

 lent camping places. We suffered very few 

 discomforts. There was the exhilaration of 

 rapid water, just difficult enough to be en- 

 joyed. And every moment there was a con- 

 stantly changing panorama of beautiful 

 river and country. It was a trip worth 

 while, and we are agreed that for once there 

 were no "flies in the molasses." There is 

 no reason for the use of parentheses or a 

 grin when referring to the Au Sable River of 

 Michigan as being highly interesting; it is 

 the real thing. 



