F O R 
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Fox-Kautzky 
Single Trigger Wins 
GOLD MEDAL 
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So we had to content ourselves with our raft, 
which with the help of poles, paddles and a’ 
blanket, rigged as a sail, would eventually “get 
there.” 
It was with the aid of the raft that we saw 
our first (to say nothing of our last) moose. 
We had landed in order to test the dirt on a 
rocky island a couple of miles from camp and 
some fifty yards from the main shore, which 
was low and bordered by a great field of lily 
pads. While the others were digging away mer¬ 
rily I went to the shore side of the island to 
have a try for trout and arrived just in time 
to see the disappearing haunches of a large cow 
and her yearling calf. She had probably whiffed 
us on the inshore wind and promptly taken to 
the woods. This was in broad daylight and not 
later than five in the afternoon. We moved 
our camp to the island the next morning, and 
on the two following days we saw no less than 
five moose feeding in the lily pads—all at twi¬ 
light or about daybreak. The last of these, a 
good sized bull, chose the psychological moment 
to appear when we had just broken camp and 
shoved our raft out into deep water with all 
our belongings aboard. What a shot he did 
make as he stood there and gazed at us as though 
he knew perfectly well that the season “was 
on.” No bull moose would ever have stood 
like that in season though cows (for which 
there is no open season in Nova Scotia) un¬ 
doubtedly would. In the excitement of the mo¬ 
ment Yok and I made precipitate dives for our 
respective cameras, which unfortunately were at 
the same end of the raft and the inevitable hap¬ 
pened—we swamped. Down went the end of 
the raft and off slipped our' duffle just as if 
everything had been arranged for the movie 
man. Of course, we should have had the stuff 
lashed, but as we had only about fifty yards to 
go it never occurred to us that we were taking 
a chance. 
We consumed the greater part of the morning 
in dragging for our effects with poles and fish 
hooks and finally succeeded in reclaiming most 
of them, but the best part of our food, including 
dried fruits and vegetables, remained on the 
bottom of Blankety Blank Lake. 
There was a theoretical trail leading east 
across the divide to another smaller lake out 
of which flowed a stream to the sea some twenty 
odd miles away, but we gave up the search for 
it and trusting to luck and our compasses we 
struck across country in the general direction 
where Jeff had been informed the lake bore. 
We spent the rest of the day hunting that lake 
and never did find it any more than we did the 
trail which was supposed to lead to it. I still 
am willing to bet that neither exists or ever has 
existed. But in the course of our wanderings 
we came to a small stream in a deep valley 
across the water shed and this we reasoned 
must be the beginning of the highway which 
was to take us back to the sea, and as events 
proved we were right. 
We camped by the stream and spent the next 
day tinkering with the rocks within a radius of 
five miles of our camp. Here we found unmis¬ 
takable traces of ore, but whether they would 
pay remained a question to be determined. 
