FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Oct. 20, 1906. 
6 J 2 
Big Game Hunting in New Brunswick 
In September, 1904, Stanley Ray, of Harris¬ 
burg, and I spent a couple of weeks in the 
forests of New Brunswick, hunting for moose. 
We had a delightful trip, and each succeeded in 
killing a very fine bull moose. We caught a 
splendid lot of brook trout, and I then deter¬ 
mined that, at some future time, if possibe, I 
would return to New Brunswick for another 
hunting trip. In addition to spending some 
time hunting for moose, I had a desire to kill 
a caribou. 
In 1904. we made no effort to secure a caribou; 
in fact, there were none near Clear Water lake, 
where we then camped, but were told that they 
were quite numerous some fifteen miles north¬ 
west of Clear Water lake, in the neighborhood 
of Bald Mountain. We then found deer rather 
scarce in the neighborhood of our camp, though 
we saw some signs of deer. 
Hon. James Flynn, of Charleston, W. Va., 
well known in Central Pennsylvania, had ar¬ 
ranged to accompany me. He is a native of 
New Brunswick, having left there in his boy¬ 
hood days and never having returned; but the 
day before he was to start, one of his big saw¬ 
mills burned down, and I was compelled to hunt 
a companion elsewhere. As a substitute, I took 
with me Frank B. Row, Deputy Register and 
Recorder, who proved a very keen sportsman, 
good shot and agreeable companion. 
We stepped off the Maritime Express, at New 
Castle, N. B., at 7:30 A. M., Wednesday, Sept. 
12, 1906, and were met at the Waverly Hotel by 
our guide, Carl Bersing, and the gentlemanly 
game warden, John Robinson, Jr., who had 
made arrangements for livery team, and who 
had purchased our supplies and sent them to 
•camp at Clear Water lake. 
We had a good dinner at Michael Oldfield's, 
where we forded the Miramichi. Here we were 
met by John W. Russell, a member of the Royal 
Artillery, and one of the best teamsters I ever 
saw, who took 11s, in his heavy, wagon, to the 
supply camp, where we stayed all night. The 
next day, at 6:00 P. M., we landed at Ritchey’s 
camp, a log camp that had been occupied last 
year, and five miles below Clear Water lake. 
The tote road from the supply'camp to Ritchey's 
camp, a distance of thirty-five or forty miles, 
is the roughest, rockiest, muddiest, hilliest road 
I ever saw, and to save our lives, and in order 
to be more comfortable, we walked most of the 
way; this was not the fault of the driver, for 
John Russell can drive a team where very few 
men would think of doing so, and he is a gentle¬ 
man, in addition, every inch of him 
Friday noon found us at Clear Water Camp, 
where Ray and I spent some happy days in 1904. 
To reach this camp we footed it over the trail 
from Ritchey’s camp, a distance of five miles. 
At Ritchey’s camp we met Neddie, the cook, 
and Norman, the other guide, one an Irishman 
and the other a Scotchman, boih very clever 
young fellows, strong, active and willing. The 
next day the season opened. Row and I were 
tired and not very strong, as we had not been 
very well. Row had been working hard, closely 
confined, and needed recreation. 
Saturday, Sept. 15, we opened the season by 
killing two deer and a bull moose on Clear 
Water lake. The first deer, a fine doe, I shot 
across an arm of the lake, at a distance of about 
125 yards; I saw it at a distance of a half mile 
across the lake, circled the lake through the 
woods, and succeeded in killing her at the first 
shot. Bersing took it across the lake in his 
canoe, and carried it to camp. 
That evening found Row and myself at the 
lake alone, the guides having gone to Ritchey’s 
camp for a load of provisions. We were stand¬ 
ing in the blind, which consisted of an old 
beaver house surrounded by growing bushes, and 
just in the edge of the lake, watching the lake 
for moose, when another deer came up be¬ 
hind us and stood looking at us, within forty 
feet. Row killed this by knocking out one of 
its eyes, a very fine doe, much better than the 
one killed by myself. We dressed this one and 
laid it out on the grass, when we saw a bull 
moose at the head of the lake feeding on 
the lily pads. I was anxious for Row to have a 
shot at a moose; I had killed one in 1904 in 
New Brunswick, and in 1905 had succeeded in 
getting a fine specimen on the waters of Hud¬ 
son's Bay. in Ontario, and I determined to give 
the preference to my companion. 
We circled the lake through the woods, came 
out to the edge of the water at a distance of 
about 150 yards from where the bull stood in 
the water, when Row shot him through the 
heart, dropping him in his tracks. We skinned 
out the head arid neck, and took it, together with 
Row’s deer, to camp. In view of the fact that 
I saw no deer in 1904 in New Brunswick, I 
thought that two deer and a bull moose, the 
first day of the season, was rather a good be¬ 
ginning. 
We had all the meat we needed for camp, and 
devoted some time to fishing for trout. I had 
taken my fly-rods and tackle along with me, 
knowing something of the character of the 
Clear Water trout. During our stay in Clear 
Water Camp, we caught all the trout we needed 
for camp use. The Clear Water lake trout run 
in size from 10 to 15 inches, and we caught but 
one under 12 inches; they are the most beauti¬ 
ful brook trout I ever saw, beautifully marked 
and great fighters. We fished for them in 
Bersing’s dugout canoe, and as I am a good 
canoeman, I did the, paddling while Row caught 
most of the trout. 
The calling season for moose had not yet 
arrived, and while we saw a number of cows, 
we saw but one bull up to this time, the one we 
killed. The full moon was due on Oct. 2. 
Bersing said, as this approached, the rutting sea¬ 
son would begin, and we would have no diffi¬ 
culty in locating another bull moose. I was not 
especially anxious to kill a bull moose. I have 
two splendid heads in my house, and had been 
informed that if 1 brought another one in as 
big as those, it would be necessary to build an 
addition to the house. I did not want another 
one unless it was a good one, and so told 
Bersing, the guide. I was especially anxious, 
however, to kill a bull caribou. I had never 
seen o.ne wild in the woods, and preferred to 
look after my caribou before giving any time 
whatever to hunting for moose. 
On Wednesday. Sept. 19, we packed our duffle 
for Bald Mountain Camp." Bald Mountain is 
the highest land in New Brunswick; it consists 
of two peaks or sugar loaf mountains, located 
near the headwaters of the Miramichi, the 
Nipisiguit and- the Restigouche rivers, and rising 
some 2,700 feet above sea level. The surface of 
these mountains is covered with blueberry 
bushes and a growth of moss, upon which the 
caribou feed. They have runways to and from 
the headwaters of these different rivers, which 
runways cross Bald Mountain, or near to it. 
We reached Bald Mountain. Camp, a small 
camp built by Bersing during the summer of 
1906 for the accommodation of his patrons, 
about 3 o’clock in the afternoon. That evening 
we walked up to the mountain, a distance ot 
three miles, and saw, through our field-glasses, 
two caribou up against the mountain side. As 
they carried no antlers, we returned to camp. 
The next morning was bright, clear, cold and 
frosty. We went to the mountain and saw sev¬ 
eral caribou, one of which carried a fine set of 
antlers; he fled across the mountain in advance 
of us, and we saw nothing more of him. A 
little later, we saw a yearling bull that was very 
tame and playful; he ran up to us and looked 
at us several times, then turned in his tracks, 
threw up his tail and disappeared. I do net 
think he had ever seen a human being before, 
and we did not disturb him. 
Row and Norman were left on a runway on 
the mountainside, from which point they could 
see quite a distance over toward the Miramichi 
and Nipisiguit, while Bersing and I went down 
toward the Miramichi waters and around a 
bunch of timber. On our way there we saw 
several caribou, consisting of young bulls and 
cows, and a calf or two; these were allowed to 
escape. As we rounded a bunch of timber, we 
discovered several caribou in a thicket; they 
discovered us at the same time, and started to 
run across the flat toward the heavier timber; 
the bull that accompanied this herd remained 
in the thicket for a little time, but in a very 
few minutes he came out on a jump, following 
the cows and the others of his company. As 
he seemed to have a nice pair of antlers, I was 
exceedingly anxious to get him, which I did 
after shooting him three times as he ran across 
the flat; each time he went down, but the third 
shot killed him. While I was doing this shoot¬ 
ing, I heard Row’s gun up on the mountainside. 
We took the head and antlers of the bull that 
I killed and went up to see what Row and 
Norman had done. When we got there, we 
found them skinning a bull caribou that was 
fully as fine, if not finer, than the one I had 
killed; each of them carried a magnificent pair 
of antlers, having sixteen points. I looked at 
my watch, and it was just 8:15 in the morning. 
We took our trophies and returned to Bald 
Mountain Camp, and spent the afternoon in 
resting, preparing for the trip back to Clear 
Water on Friday. 
During our tramps over the different' trails, 
we carried with us a little .22 automatic rifle, 
and with this we succeeded in killing all 
the partridges necessary for camp use. We took 
with us from Bald Mountain a quarter of cari¬ 
bou meat; this proved a very agreeable addition 
to our menu. Ned is a good cook, and when I 
tell you that we had the finest brook trout in 
the world, roast venison, moose meat and cari¬ 
bou meat, broiled venison and caribou, fried 
partridges, as well as stewed partridges and par¬ 
tridge pot-pie, 1 am giving you a menu that 
cannot be duplicated at the Waldorf Astoria, or 
even at the Dimeling. 
Friday afternoon, Sept. 21, found us back at 
Clear Water Camp. We had then in camp two 
fine deer, a bull moose and two bull caribou. 
Bersing was determined that I should have a 
shot at the biggest.bull moose on the Miramichi, 
and when he determined to do anything of that 
kind, he generally gets it done. That evening 
we visited the lake and spent several hours in 
our blind. We saw nothing, but heard a cow 
moose calling across the lake. We caught some 
trout and went back to camp During the night 
the old cow kept up her calling, and Bersing 
was sure that she would have company before 
morning. At 5 o’clock on Saturday morning, 
Sept. 22, I called Ned out of his bunk and told 
him to make a pot of coffee. The weather was 
icy cold, clear and quiet; an ideal morning for 
calling. At 6 o’clock Bersing and I reached the 
lake. Before we reached our blind. Bersing de¬ 
tected, in the early sunlight, at the head of the 
lake, a magnificent bull; he was seeking his 
companion, who seemed to be in trouble on the 
other side of the lake. 
To call a bull moose away from a cow in the 
rutting season, requires the highest skill of the 
moose hunter. Bersing can do this, for I have 
