THE WILD LIFE OF LAKE SUPERIOR 



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Photograph by George Shiras, 3d 



WHITE BUCK WITH A MIXED HARM 0E WHITE AND RED DOES 



This buck never recovered from the shock of its capture, remaining wild and lame 



(see page 182). 



cursion steamer thereupon advertised an 

 expedition to this vicinity, and about 

 seventy-five persons, including women 

 and children, departed under bright skies 

 and unruffled waters. At noon the dan- 

 gerous reef was approached cautiously, 

 and the steamer anchored in about thirty 

 feet of water. 



Soon ten boats were lowered over the 

 side, each expectant fisherman having a 

 trolling line, as many as four or five lines 

 trailing behind each boat. In a few min- 

 utes there was a rush of eager fish, and to 

 my youthful mind there never were such 

 scenes of excitement, for as the boats 

 circled about the reef the long lines were 

 diverted at various angles by the larger 

 fish, becoming entangled, while the con- 

 tinued flopping of those captured caused 

 the women and children to shriek in 

 triumph or dismay. 



Several times I had on a fish weighing 

 over twenty-five pounds, which only with 

 the aid of stronger arms could be lifted 

 free of the water. In one instance a 

 spoon that became detached was cast 



overboard and a near-by fish bolted it 

 and went off in triumph ! In several 

 cases tin-tipped oar-blades were seized, 

 so anxious were the fish to try anything 

 having a resemblance to living prey. 



In less than three hours a thousand fish 

 were taken, averaging ten pounds, and 

 then this riot of destruction came to an 

 end, for it finally became apparent how 

 difficult it would be to give away five 

 tons of trout among the friends and 

 neighbors of the participants. 



The results of this expedition soon 

 reached the ears of the local fishermen, and 

 for several succeeding seasons immense 

 catches were made. Now a towering 

 lighthouse surmounts this rock as a warn- 

 ing to the mariner and a fitting monu- 

 ment to the myriad of fish that have long 

 since passed away. 



AN IMPROVISED COOKING OUTElT 



On one of my earliest camping trips 

 for speckled trout, with old Jack as guide, 

 we rowed about three miles when it was 

 discovered that the box containing the 



