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FOREST AND STREAM 
August, 1920 
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I should not assemble this type of 
camping outfit in unforested areas, on 
the sea-shore, etc. In a somewhat shelt- 
ered situation it requires a minimum of 
daily care as to ropes, pegs and canvas. 
But where exposed to high winds there 
would be more than an ordinary amount 
of maladjustment, particularly on ac- 
count of the extra fly and mosquito-net- 
ting. Various units of this outfit have 
been subjected to exposure — to the winds 
of untimbered mountains and lake shores, 
and to inundation — all with little deterio- 
ration. But the camp as a whole is not 
suited to roughing. Neither is there or- 
dinarily the need of such protection from 
insects in exposed locations. 
This outfit is not sufficiently mobile to 
be used upon an excursion, even when 
two or three moves are to be made in the 
course of a season. In its entirety it can- 
not readily be adapted for the motor- 
camping trip. The only claim made for 
it is that under the conditions above it 
has been a highly satisfactory summer 
abode for the score or more persons who 
have sojourned for a greater or less 
length of time within its shelter. 
WILDERNESS 
DWELLERS 
(CONTINUED from page 454) 
soil! This was a great surprise to me, 
—for of course I expected to find the 
soil and water noticeably salty. It 
tasted to me just like any other brackish 
water and just like any other soil so 
placed. But it was scarcely noticeable. 
Whatever salt there was at this place 
seemed to come from the urine of the 
deer and moose themselves. Doubtless 
there might have been decidedly salty 
matter there, to the delicate taste of the 
animals, but I raise this as a question, — 
to men who know more about deer licks. 
Did you find any salt that did not come 
from the deer themselves? 
For example, I built a blind here, and 
we two sat within ten feet of deer coming 
to the lick, so near we could see every 
tremor of their delicate noses, every 
wink of the eye. Once a buck came in 
from behind the blind, and stood there 
stamping and whistling. We waved our 
hats, threw sticks and stones at him. I 
shot at him with the sling shot, and we 
could not drive him away without get- 
ting up a*d chasing him out. But the 
deer that came down were in plain day- 
light. And they preferred the tiny hoof 
pools and stones to the actual water of 
the pool. They left their urine there on 
the bank, and it was here, where the 
urine fell and evaporated, that the lick- 
ing was done. 
So I naturally concluded that so far 
as this lick was concerned the usual no- 
tion of a deer lick is wrong. There prob- 
ably is some trace of salt in every deer 
lick, but most of it is caused by the ani- 
mals themselves saving the urine to drop 
it there in this one favored spot while 
they lick the salt left by evaporation. 
Later on I saw a stump near by a 
deserted lumber camp, gnawed and bit- 
ten into furrows and ridges like one sees 
at an old wooden hitching post. The 
deer and perhaps moose also had gnawed 
that stump for salt thrown out in the 
natural slops of the lumber camp. 
I would like to take in a bag of 
rock salt, lay a trail at these licks and 
leave some real salty salt there. It 
would be at least an interesting experi- 
ment to see what would happen among 
tne four-legged folk when the news 
spread of such an amazing concentra- 
tion of salt. If they come from miles 
away for this faint and elusive bit of 
salt, one might expect to see there in 
the wilds of New Brunswick a veritable 
Noah’s Ark as the clans gathered to a 
genuine, sure-enough lick of real salt. 
THE PROTECTION OF 
THE GRAYLING 
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 439) 
Pokagon for the last nine months with 
several hundred trout as a happy family.” 
I T is now but a few years (since ’73) 
that these noble fish could be taken in 
large quantities at Grayling, a station 
on the J. L. & S. R. R., where the fisher- 
man first strikes the middle branch of the 
Au Sable; now there are none to speak of 
nearer than twenty miles by land and 
forty miles by river. They mostly abound 
within five miles of the confluence of the 
north and south branches. I found the 
largest I killed — 17 inches, and not quite 
two ounces to the inch — about a mile up 
the south branch. Yet they are here not 
out of reach of slaughter, for while I 
was on the river in August last, two large 
camps, all non-residents and strangers 
(in old Roman times the word meant ene- 
mies), killed five thousand fish, not going 
beyond five miles of the mouth of the 
north branch. They salted and carried 
away at least half of them. Many were 
eaten, more were wasted. For two miles 
below from their * camps decaying fish 
whitened the stream, and the offal and 
fish entrails left unburied in camp taint- 
ed the air, as the dead fish poisoned the 
water. Now when it is remembered that 
a salted grayling is more tasteless and 
worthless than so many salted chips, and 
that these fish were carried away, not 
for food, but only because of a senseless 
strife — that one party might outdo the 
other and furnish visible evidence that 
they had not magnified the magnitude of 
their catch, it will readily’ be seen how 
unsportsmanlike and wicked is such 
wholesale slaughter. 
True, every fish they caught cost them 
from first to last at least ten cents, but 
it was a summer frolic of thoughtless 
business men — not sportsmen, to whom 
money was no consideration. The rule 
on the river, which the guides and polers 
try to enforce, is to put back all fish be- 
low ten inches, yet in the strife between 
five or six boats as to who shall bring 
to the fish-pen the greatest number, the 
rule is disregarded and they take the 
benefit of a doubt — down to six or seven 
inches. 
While on the river last August I took 
quite a number of salmon cf seven, eight 
and nine inches, fine, healthy, growing 
fish (the plant of our Fish Commission), 
and was always careful to put them ten- 
derly back. The parties I speak of were 
not so careful. Many were killed and 
