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FOREST AND STREAM 
December, 1920 
WILDERNESS DWELLERS 
HUNTING BIG GAME WITH A CAMERA IN THE HEART 
OF THE NEW BRUNSWICK WILDS— CHAPTER ELEVEN 
By DR. THOMAS TRAVIS 
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T was a lovely Au- 
gust day when we 
started down the 
Nepisiguit River in 
New Brunswick. In 
the first canoe in 
the following order 
were myself land 
Charlie Cremin, the 
famous guide; in 
the second canoe 
were the mate and 
my little daughter 
of ten, with Fred Waters, one of the 
best wood guides I have ever met. We 
were looking for big game, any kind, 
so long as we could creep up near 
enough for photographs, or to surprise 
them as we rounded a bend. 
Trout were leaping, — and I may say 
here that never have I seen such brook 
trout as this stream harbors; — they 
are huge, with a blush of fascinating- 
red along the side of them, and a 
chunky, stocky muscularity that makes 
them famous fighters. Three pound 
ones are common, four land five pound- 
ers not rare, and from time to time a 
giant of seven or eight pounds leaps 
for the fly. We have photographs of 
these trout and shall never forget the 
thrill of them. But we were looking 
for big game. 
On the way down we cruised into 
Big Bogen, but the superb moose place 
was empty, save for a few black duck 
and shelldrake that flew off on whist- 
ling wings or dove as we drew near. 
So we turned down into the stream 
again toward the spring and quiet 
wood-spot called Seven'ty-five. 
On the way we saw seven different 
deer, does and spikehorns; also five of 
the big blue herons, — that seemed to be 
nesting there in some backwater, for 
they rose and circled back as we passed. 
From time to time something jumped 
and crashed back of the alders, but left 
us no clear vision of what it was, moose 
or caribou, or deer, — for there are a 
few caribou here. 
Once or twice a fine buck deer jumped 
in graceful leaps clear across the 
stream, but the action was too quick for 
a focus and shot with the lens, so we 
lunched, and then came back to the 
deserted lumber camp about half-way to 
Seventy-five. 
Then we took to the canoes again. 
Before we reached Big Bogen we had 
put up four more deer. But just at 
the entrance of the Bogen we saw a big 
moose calf crossing the river. He went 
too fast for us, however, so we missed 
a shot at him with the lens. It was 
just as we rounded into the lake from 
the narrows above the Bogen that we 
saw our real game, — a fine cow moose 
in the third lake, right in the trail of 
blinding light from the sun, and right 
with the wind blowing from her to us. 
So we got ready for the stalk. 
The other canoe was far behind us, — • 
but we trusted to Fred Waters to see 
us as soon as he rounded the bend, and 
not to spoil the game. At any rate, 
we -stole along the northern bank, 
creeping silently ahead, holding fast, 
and “freezing” whenever the head of 
the feeding moose rose from the water. 
Thus we came within two hundred 
yards of the feeding game and much 
nearer the shore than she was. 
Then up went her head, with neck 
stretched and long ears rigid; she 
looked like a living capital Y as she 
quested us for our scent and strained 
her eyes and ears to find out what we 
were. 
We “froze”; not a muscle, not a pad- 
dle moving,- — but Mrs. Moose had made 
up her mind she didn’t like us. Turn- 
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