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April, 1920 
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WALLACE EVANS GAME FARM, St. Charles 111. 
denied. Crept we never so quietly, they 
saw us, and splashed their way, half a 
mile in front, to tell everybody that an, 
invasion had come. Then rain again, so 
we put in at Aaron More’s camp, and 
made ourselves cosy, where moose horns, 
hides, and all the plunder of a deep 
woods camp, with its log walls, its traps, 
told us we were getting further into the 
wilds. 
Here we had our first taste of salmon 
fishing on the Tobique. After an early 
supper, we dropped down in the gather- 
ing twilight to the pool below and in ten 
minutes hooked our first fish, a grilse of 
about five pounds. 
And thereby hangs a tale that may he 
of interest to those who propose to fish 
in New Brunswick waters. 
In outfitting, the rod man of one of 
New York’s biggest sporting goods shops 
had insisted that a grilse rod was plenty 
big enough for fishing in New Bruns- 
wick. Said he, “If you were going up 
into New Foundland it would be dif- 
ferent.” 
Some silent voice however, urged me to 
take a real salmon rod. And this eve- 
ning on the Tobique I blessed that voice. 
The grilse was brought to net, the fly, 
leader and line carefully overhauled, and 
another trial made. In five minutes we 
were fast to a fifteen-pound salmon, leap- 
ing, twisting, diving in the clear, trans- 
lucent waters. We tried to photograph 
him leaping, but the light conditions 
were poor. And at last, after twenty 
minutes of strenuous, thrilling sport he 
was brought to the net. 
One word about hunting with the cam- 
.era in the Northern wilds, even in sum- 
mer time: IF YOU WANT REAL PIC- 
TURES OF BIG GAME, MAKE A SPE- 
CIAL STUDY OF THE LIGHT. 
For example, take a good light-meter. 
Suppose the day is faint-sunny and you 
are trying to take a photo of a moose 
twenty feet away, and in clear view at 
the edge of the river. Say you have a 
speedy lens and a speedy film. Set your 
light meter, and then sit up and take 
notice. You think that light is fine. You 
can see every hair on your moose, even 
the flies on his nose. You are positive 
of a fine photo. But look at your meter. 
With your biggest aperture wide open 
you need at least one tenth of a second, 
and with your smallest, for detail, you 
need SIX SECONDS! 
Now take a squint at that fact. A 
snap shot can not be taken slower than 
one twenty-fifth! What’s the answer? 
If you take a snap, you won’t get him. 
If you take a tenth second exposure, re- 
member he is shaking the flies off his 
ear, wiggling his nose, shivering his 
sides, tossing his head, — so your photo is 
blurred. A professional photographer 
snorts and says, “Impossible.” But that 
doesn’t get you pictures. So remember, 
— pray for the light, remember that even 
in summer time there in the wilds, among 
the trees and at the edge of them, the 
light is weak. Pray for the light, but 
take pictures anyhow! When you get 
your moose standing with the light 
streaming on him, or out in the middle 
of river or pool, thank God and take pic- 
tures. But anyhow take pictures — to- 
ward the light, in the light, inside out, 
upside down, take pictures. Get the 
speediest lens you have, get lots of films, 
then take lots of pictures. One out of 
five will come gloriously from the fog and 
disappointment to cheer your soul. When 
he is in shadow, step out in the open 
with your camera on him, he will often 
stand quietly, petrified with surprise 
with you ten feet away. That gives you 
your time. Use your gun knowledge and 
aim by feeling, never mind about your 
finder. Aim, shoot, violate all rules, step 
in on him and talk to him. You will find 
the big game so funny that often you can 
walk right up to him in the open and 
take a time exposure while he stands 
there gaping at you. 
T O come back to the salmon and the 
big rod. We landed the fifteen 
pounder and got a picture of a sort. 
Five minutes later I got a rise that sent 
my heart pounding into my throat. 
Tobique in there is about seventy-five 
feet broad, and right over the spot my 
fly touched, a huge salmon rose, leaped, 
and fell with a splash that sounded as if 
the fat woman of the circus had fallen 
overboard. 
For a time he wouldn’t come again, but 
I fished. The rest got tired and went to 
camp, but I fished on. Only my little 
girl of ten stayed by me, enthusiastic as 
ever. 
That salmon rose with a smash like a 
torpedo, doubled down with the fly and 
was hooked so hard I could feel every 
thrill of its body as it worked. 
You know Tobique is simply a tiny 
stream, almost a creek, connected with a 
series of pools. In the river are snags 
and trees and all sorts of obstructions. 
And here I was with a ten-year old girl, 
a canoe, and a big salmon in a rushing 
torrent. 
Around that pool I held him, and with 
every bit of strength the line and rod 
would stand, being pulled literally along 
by that fish. I gave him the full butt, 
and that splendid rod bowed in a huge, 
quivering arc that sent thrills of joy 
through me. We fought it out. For I 
knew if I let him get out of that pool I 
was helpless to follow. No man could 
manage canoe and rod in that wilderness 
of rushing water, ' snag and tree, with 
dark coming on apace. But I had ten 
minutes of fisherman’s paradise with a 
fish too strong to be held. He pulled me 
along the beach from the top of the pool 
to the lower edge, with every ounce of 
strength that was in the rod and line. 
Then in the shallows at the foot of the 
pool, he heaved up, a full twenty-five 
pounds of silvery, fighting fish, wagged 
his mighty head, flurried up a puther of 
foam, and, — departed. 
My little girl in the canoe, with eyes 
shining said, “Oh, Daddy . . . what a 
WHOPPER! I paddled and poled up to 
camp, with my tongue in the corner of my 
cheek, my heart pounding, and a vision 
of a real fish I shall not forget for some 
moons to come. So I say, if you go to 
New Brunswick, take the strongest sal- 
mon tackle you have, and then, — always 
have somebody with you to handle the 
boat so you can follow your fish. If 
Charlie Cremin had been in that canoo 
w p might have had a fine fish. 
