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FOREST AND STREAM. 
LMay 32, 1897. 
the deer was likely to pass between us, in which, event we 
would be shooting toward one another. He then jumped 
again behind a tree, calling to me not to shoot liim. The 
deer of course heard this racket, and swerved away from 
us. 
Joe stayed quiet about fifteen minutes, and then moseyed 
out again, coming up to my stand, saying he had scared 
that deer, was very sorry, but of course it would not come 
this way again, that we might as well go home. Within 
about 15ft. of my stand was a spruce tree with some nice 
gum on it, so standing up my Marlin, I took my knife to 
secure the gum. We were talking there, when suddenly 
we heard the dogs coming toward us. I dropped the knife, 
grabbed the rifle, brought it to a ready, the guide standing 
about 10ft. from me in the direction the deer should come, 
Joe about 15ft. away the other side, or almost on the ran- 
way. 
At almost the same instant the guide called "II est ici," 
pointing between two large trees; the deer made a bound 
turning back, bringing his rump almost in a line, with the 
guide between him and my rifle. I just saw his white flag, 
but was afraid to shoot, as I might hit the guide. Joe 
called to him, when he dropped on' his knees, scrambling 
away, the deer at the same instant clearing an old treetop 
and disappearing behind it, so I could not shoot. The 
guide looked much scared as he got on his feet again, but 
looking up, said, "Oh, c'est, Mr. Payne, il n'avais pas dan- 
ger," which was no compliment to Joe, as they knew him 
of old, and thought him to be a promiscuous shooter under 
the slightest provocation. 
Joe was more and more disgusted with himself, as he 
had spoiled two shots for me. The dogs came up, when 
we put them on the back track again, Joe moving off to 
the boat completely disgusted with himself. On arrival 
there, the first thing he saw was a deer in the water, the 
same one, as the dogs being hot after him he took to the 
water at once. Joe put after him and secured a fine four- 
point buck, the best one of the whole hunt. He certainly 
did not deserve it, but luck is a funny and elusive creature 
sometimes; that is, my luck is or was that day. 
Joe had been repeatedly cautioned to stay where he was 
put, but he always got to moving about unless he soon 
heard the dogs. 
The first or second day out he was moving around that 
way when he picked up Whiteford and Nutting, the three 
walking on together, when the dogs run a deer near them 
that should have come Nutting's way had Joe left him 
alone and stayed quiet. A little after that Joe put up one 
that Nutting fired at, but missed. 
He should have had it, as he was walking with his gun 
at full cock. Joe noticing it, told him it was dangerous; so 
Nutting set the trigger down. Right after the deer started 
up Nutting pulled up at once, forgetting it was not cocked, 
and before he could cock it he had missed his best oppor- 
tunity and his deer. ' 
However, when we got home we had seven deer hung 
up. We wanted one more to make us one each. We had 
a little more time this afternoon, but the hunt was unsuc- 
cessful; and just at dark we started home. 
It was raining and blowing, but we were in a sheltered 
bay, and did not feel the eff'ects or realize how much of a 
storm was on. Just before we rounded the point the other 
guide hailed us from the shore, asking us to take him on. 
The four of us loaded down the canoe pretty well, but the 
guide said we could safely carry him. W^e took him on. 
There was no room for him to sit down, so he sat in my 
lap next to the back thwart, the guide with the paddle 
being in the pointed stern. The two dogs were there, and 
as they were pretty v?ell tired, and wanting to use them 
the next day, our last day, we decided to take them in 
also. The dogs got in at my back, one of them lying 
down under the guide's feet, the other standing up lookii g 
over the side. This loaded us down within about Sin. of 
the gunwale. Gea. Clement was in front with one paddle. 
We swung out carefully for the club house, about a mile 
and a half away. As soon as we rounded the point and 
got out about an acre we found the storm. It was raining 
quite hard, blowing about half a gale in gusts, the wind 
having about four miles of a sweep had put up quite a sea. 
Clement realized the danger first, saying we could never 
arrive with such a load, and to turn back. The guide be- 
hind said "Not on your life, don't you attempt to turn, or 
we will tvrn bottom up at once." 
Clement paddled away for a few minutes, when a severe 
gust of wind coming, we shipped about a couple of pails of 
w^ater. We were rocking up and down fearfully. Clement 
broke forth with his lamentations again, claiming there 
was no use, we could not make it. 
I j)ointed out that we were making fair progress, to keep 
liis courage, if he was too tired to paddle, not to work so 
hard, but at least keep some motion to his paddle, so as to 
be ready should a large sea happen to strike us. Some one 
suggested to fire some signal shots. Nutting said: "No, 
don't make any undue motion." The guns are all unload- 
ed anyway. He encouraged Clement, told him he had 
been in worse places, just to keep cool and we would make 
it. We were continually shipping some water. I being at 
the stern sitting flat it came awash under me. I could not 
move, as the other guide was sitting in my lap. I had on 
an ordinary coat, a leather hunting jacket and an over- 
coat. I shut my eyes, as the storm was fearful to look 
upon; but as we caught some particularly heavy seas I 
opened them, thinking I would need all my faculties 
should we tip over, which we all expected to do at almost 
any time. 
Clement again chimed in that there was no use, that he 
was completely played out. 
We encouraged him again and I suggested, as we were 
fully a third of the way across, that he should call for 
boats from the club house. This seemed to take up his at- 
tention a bit as he called most lustily: "Help, help. We're 
drowning, we're drowning." 
It was pitch dark; we could see the club house lights, 
but did not hear a sound. Sitting flat on the bottom of 
the boat, we had shipped so much water that it was wash- 
ing cold around my thighs, almost covering my legs. The 
dog that was lying down became uneasy at the water 
washing around it. It kept trying to get up, which tended 
to lift the guide behind ofl" his seat on the peak, not giving 
him sufficient purchase to work his paddle to advantage. 
The other dog was also trying to creep up to get out of the 
w^ater, getting his fore paws on the gunwale, and trying 
with his hind ones to get a purchase on my back. He 
finally accomplished this, getting his hind feet on my 
shoulder, balancing himself with his fore paws on the gun- 
wale, making it so much the harder to keep the canoe 
steady when we ran into heavy seas. With a dog on my 
shoulders and a man in my lap it looked as if I was in the 
poorest position of them all in case we went over. We 
were then getting the full force of the storm. Clement 
had been calling some time and was again verv much dis- 
couraged. I told him to paddle and I would yell, which I 
did as I had never yelled before. I called for help and 
kept repeating it. Clement said it was no use, they were 
all in the club house telling stories and did not care about 
us. 
What seemed to make it worse was that in order to keep 
out of the trough of the seas we had to steer diagonally 
away from the club house. Just then fortunately we saw 
a streak of fire from the club house and heard a faint re- 
port. Clement was encouraged, so we both yelled again. 
It seemed an age before we got any reply. 
Finally a boat showed near us. We told them to keep 
alongside in case we went over. We battled away with 
the wind and waves, but were now comparatively easy in 
mind. 
We finally reached shallow water near the shore when 
we turned carefully, making our way to the club house, 
where we arrived very thankful that we had escaped a 
ducking at least and possibly a watery grave. Clement's 
arms were almost powerless when we arrived. 
"The others went for us for scaring them so. The wind 
being right had carried out cries to them plainly, but we 
could not hear their answering calls. Whiteford and Joe 
Clement were about as wet as I was, as when they heard 
our calls for help they had run down to the wharf, jumped 
into the first boat they came to, wliich happened to be a 
leaky one that had not been used and was about one-third 
full of water. They did not stop to bail it out, but rowed 
as fast as they could in the direction of our cries, although 
they could not see us, nor we them until they were within 
say 100ft. of us. 
That was an experience that I do not care repeating. 
Had Nutting and I been as hopeless as Clement it is hard 
saying -what would have happened. Nutting had his coats 
all unbuttoned ready to throw off if we tipped, but in my 
position I could not do this. 
We were cool, however, and kept encouraging Clement. 
The guide paddling also was quite cool and worked won- 
derfully. As a matter of fact our lives depended largely 
on him. 
The next day was our last, and we tried for another 
deer, but without success. 
We brought out our seven deer, had an elegant time, and 
voted the North Woods the right place to go after deer. 
The club have an elegant log house designed by an ex- 
perienced architect of this class of building. They own 
the island of 280 acres, and have leased seven lakes for 
fishing for ten years from the Quebec Government, with 
option of renewing the lease. They have expended al- 
ready some $7,000 on the plant. There is a resident care- 
taker. The house is well furnished as to beds, furniture, 
crockery and cooking range. The membership is limited 
to eighty, and I understand there are now sixty-five mem- 
bers. 
The fishing is altogether for red and gray trout, the latter 
running often very large, 221bs., I believe, being the record 
of one last season. Deer are very plentiful, not only near 
the club house, but on all the adjacent hills and lakes. 
Partridges are fairly plentiful, also ducks, of which we 
saw quite a number, but only shot a few, as we were not 
hunting them particularly. J. Bruce Payne. 
Grouse Momentum. 
In youi issue of May 1, in the article entitltd ' The School- 
House Cover — II.," Shadow speaks of shooting a grouse 
cotping straight toward him at isiOyds, and the momentum of 
the bird carried it 20yds. behind him before it struck tbe 
ground, making 40yds. that the bird was carried by its m' - 
mentum. Now, does Shadow mean that tfie bird was killed 
20yds. in front of him, and was a dead bird while covering 
tbe distarce of 40yds. ; or that the bird was struck by 'he 
charge 20vd8. in front of him, and did not die until afier it 
had gone 20yds behind him; for it strikes me that 40ydp. is 
a "right smart" distance for a dead bird to go after flyicg 
head first against a charge of shot, unless it had a very early 
start in life? Point. 
Proprietors of fishing resorts will find it profitable to advertise 
them in Forest and Stream. 
WE FISHED FOR SALMON TROUT. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
It was a roasting day toward the latter part of July. 
Three of us concluded we would try our luck with the rod 
and line. The party consisted of Judge M., Charles M. 
and the writer. Where should we go to spend the day? 
That was an important question, considering the fact that 
the mercury was sailing along uncomfortably near the 90s. 
Plenty of places there were, but too remote from the dry 
and dusty streets of the city of Portland, Ore. 
"Let us go to some quiet little place," said Judge M., 
"where we can fish a little and have a good sort of time. 
We don't want to work too hard. We do want lots of fun. I 
propose that we go up to that little lake not far from the 
village of Milwaukee. By cars we can reach the station 
nearest the lake in less than half an hour. Then we can 
foot it through the woods the rest of the way. It isn't 
far — not more than fifteen minutes' walk. They say that 
there are plenty of fine salmon trout there. I think there 
are no genuine brook or mountain trout." 
i So it was agreed to go up to Milwaukee. The "lake" re- 
ferred to by the Judge was in reality no lakeat all. There 
was a little brook that emptied into what was known as 
Johnson's Creek, which poured its clear waters into the Wil- 
lamette Eiver just below the little town of Milwaukee. 
Many years ago— during the old pioneer days of the 
State — some enterprising man had built a sawmill on the 
little stream, and had constructed a dam of huge logs, rocks 
and earth across the babbling little brook to obtain sufii- 
cient fall to drive the crude machinery. After some years 
the old mill was abandoned. Finally the building and 
much of the worthless lumber was totally destroyed by 
fire. Everything went to the "bats and owls," as the say- 
ing is. But the old dam remained, and the clear waters of 
the beautiful little stream continued to pour over the per- 
manent obstruction. Back from the dam quite a pond or 
little lake had been formed. This was about 50yds. in 
width and several hundred yards long. The stream was 
fed by a number of ice cold springs, and the waters of the 
tarn were aS clear as crystal. Around the margin of the 
lake the water was shallow, but it rapidly deepened as one 
advanced toward the middle, and near the center the 
depth varied from 25 to 30ft. So very transparent was it, 
however, that one could see the outline of the bottom quite 
distinctly. 
In places the shore was rocky and irregular, but in many 
spots the beach, or shingle, was smooth and sandy, and 
shaded by giant old fir trees. Altogether considered, it 
was a beautiful and attractive spot in which to spend a 
scorching day. The stream-lake had been well stocked 
with fine salmon trout, but, OM'ingto the proximity of the 
city, had been visited very frequently by anglers, and the 
number of fish was greatly decreased. However, we had 
no occasion to complain of our hot day's success. 
"Hello, are you fellows going out for a fish a hot day like 
this, and do you expect to catch anything that has scales 
on?" exclaimed the conductor, as we scrambled on to the 
car. 
We admitted we were. 
"Well, I'll agree to buy all your fish for 25 cents apiece," 
said the big, jolly conductor, with a broad grin. 
"All right," said the Judge, with a solemn expression of 
countenance. "We'll just remember that threat of yours 
when we come back this evening. Perhaps you'll change 
your tune when you see our strings." 
But the big ticket puncher only laughed louder and went 
on taking in the fares. He kept looking back at us and 
winking with his coal-black eyes. 
It lacked a few minutes of 8 o'clock when we boarded 
the car. Before 8:30 we had reached the little station 
where we were to get off". A moment later we were on our 
way through the cool, shady woods. As yet the tempera- 
ture was quite pleasant, and the dew still glistened on the 
grass and foliage. Our way was along an old cattle trail 
that went zigzagging through the timber and brush. Less 
than fifteen minutes' walk brought us to the margin of the 
lake. Placing our lunch in. a cool, shady spot, we at once 
began work. In five minutes' time our tackle was in trim. 
But at the very outset we were confronted with a 
very serious difficulty. Our rods were not long, and the 
margin of the lake was shallow. W^e could not fish from 
the shore, and there were no boats. We had no gum boots 
and the water was too cold to stand in. 
However, the Judge was a man of Napoleonic turn of 
mind. "I'll tell you, boys, we'll have to build some rafts, 
that's all. You watch me." 
He soon rolled two old, half-decayed logs near the edge 
of the water, and launched them. Then he cut several long, 
slender shoots from a clump of hazel brush, with these 
fastened the logs together in a rude fashion, and placing 
several short pieces of timber across, soon had a substan- 
tial raft. Taking up his fishing tackle, and procuring a 
long pole to serve as paddle, he boldly stepped on his craft 
and pushed off". We soon had a raft apiece and were fish- 
ing hard enough. Some little time elapsed before any of 
us were fortunate enough to get a bite. Charlie, with his 
proverbial good luck, scored first. He pulled out a fine 
salmon trout about lOin. long. The fish made a game 
fight, and before Charlie landed it, he came near falling 
from his raft. Charlie's narrow escape from taking a 
"header" greatly amused the Judge, who gave vent to 
yells and prolonged peals of laughter. 
"You're a great fisher, Charlie," he yelled. "Wouldn't 
I have split my sides if you had gone overboard. Steady, 
there," he cried. "Oh, boys, I've got a whopper! Look, 
look, see how he tugs at the line. Now I see him plain. 
Just watch me land him." 
Sure enough the Judge had a fish — a splendid one too. 
Oh, he made a gallant fight for his life. Charlie and I 
stopped fishing and watched the sport with keen interest. 
It turned out to be fine sport too — at the Judge's expense. 
In his efforts to land the fish he lost his balance and made 
a frantic effort to save himself The two logs of his raft 
parted suddenly, and plunge went the Judge into the ice- 
cold water. He went down clear out of sight, and his old 
silk tile floated gracefully away. 
A moment later his bald head showed aboA'^e the surface. 
He was puffing and blowing like a porpoise, shakine his 
head and struggling to get his breath. As soon as he 
gained voice he roared: "Help, help, don't you see I'm 
drowning. You're a nice set of fellows to stand there and 
see me lose my life. Come quick before I sink again. 
Give me your hand, Charlie. Oh, I'm freezing; help me." 
Here the Judge clung to one of the logs. Charlie, who 
was only a few yards away, came promptly to the rescue, 
and the Judge was towed ashore, or until his feet struck 
the bottom, when he waded out. 
His teeth chattered like a pair of castinets, his dripping 
clothes clung to him like glue and he cut a most ludicrous 
figure. As all danger was passed we set up a roar of 
laughter, in which the good-natured Judge heartily 
joined. 
But where was the Judge's fine trout? When he tum- 
bled overboard he let go of his rod. Taking advantage of 
this the fish darted away toward the upper end of the 
lake, carrying hook, line and rod along. How he sent the 
rod spinning along! I slowly followed with my clumsy 
raft, and, after a long, but lively chase, succeeded in 
capturing all, including the fish. 
We soon repaired the demoralized raft, and all resumed 
fishing, The hot July sun soon dried out the Judge's suit, 
and he fished as hard and laughed as heartily as the rest 
of us over the very amusing episode. 
Well, to make a long story short, we fished about six 
hours in the little lake. Our luck, did you ask? Capital! 
Over sixty salmon trout were captured. Charlie had the 
longest string; the Judge scored next, while I brought up 
the rear. 
About 2 o'clock we halted and discussed our bountiful 
lunch. After an hour's rest we began fishing again. But 
the fish were too lazy to' nibble, and we soon gave up. We 
had had fun enough and glory enough for one day. The 
Judge said he was perfectly satisfied with his share of 
both, "Look at my plug hat, and look at my wrinkled 
clothes, boys, but just lake a squint at my string of fish." 
Before 5 o'clock we had reached the little station. Soon 
the car came bowling along. It was the same car and the 
same conductor. 
