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OCTOBER, 1917 
FOREST AND STREAM 
You Can Pack 
the 
STOPPLE 
KOOK-KIT 
in Your Coat Pocket 
Here’s the last word in lightness and 
compactness for you “go-light’ cranks! 
A complete cooking outfit no bigger than your kodak! 
Yes, really, you can slip it into your side coat pocket and 
clean forget about it until “hungry-time” comes along. 
Then—out she comes—and in five seconds you are ready 
to cook whatever good fortune, aided by rod or gun (or 
your pardner’s grub bag) brings to pot. 
THE STOPPLE 
KOOK-KIT 
consists of a folder broiler rack 
with legs which thrust into the 
ground ; a pair of frying pans with 
detachable handles (pans fit to¬ 
gether and form an airtight roast¬ 
ing or baking vessel) ; a kettle for boiling and stewing and two 
drinking cups with detachable handles. All of these utensils fold 
and nest together so that they fit inside of the kettle and still leave 
room enough inside to carry knives, forks, spoons, salt, pepper, 
coffee, tea and sugar. Made in the very best manner of high-grade 
material and weighs altogether only 31 ounces, less than two 
pounds. Is it any wonder that sportsmen everywhere are enthusi¬ 
astic about the STOPPLE KIT? 
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AND STREAM WILL BE ADVANCED TO $2.00 IN 
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FOREST AND STREAM 
9 EAST 40th ST. NEW YORK CITY 
NOVA SCOTIA GUIDES 
PRIZE STORY 
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Uncle always slept, and thinking it was 
he fast asleep I put out my hand to wake 
him. Instead of my Uncle my hand pushed 
against the hairy paunch of a hairy mon¬ 
ster! Fear again seized me, and catching 
up my little gun and with my bear still on 
my back I ran out and headed straight 
through the woods for Dish Lake Camp. 
All the time I ran I was thinking about 
Googwes, for I believed it was he I had 
felt by the fire, and that he had killed and 
eaten my Uncle and then laid down to rest. 
Remember I was only a boy, and this was 
my first bear hunt. Well, I covered that 
five miles from the home camp to Dish 
Lake in the dark somehow. Striking the 
ice of Dish Lake I still ran on. When I 
had nearly reached our trail which ran 
from the lake to camp my heels flew out 
in front of me and falling on the back of 
my head I knew no more. When I woke 
up I was looking at what I thought was 
the morning star, but I could not get up! 
My long hair was frozen in the ice, and it 
had turned very cold, but I did not feel 
the frost because my little bear was under 
my back and had kept me from freezing. 
Twisting and turning I at last tore my 
hair loose and stood up. Staring at the 
bright spot above the woods I saw it was 
the camp fire showing above the smoke 
hole! I was soon there, and hanging my 
bear up outside the camp, stepped in. 
“Hello, Johnny,” said my Uncle. “Where 
have you been all night? Did you see 
Googwes?” I said nothing, but pulling off 
my moose shanks sat down by the fire, and 
while I turned my head from side to side 
towards the fire thawing out the icicles 
from my hair, I said, “Uncle, I got a bear.” 
The old man grunted and handed me a 
piece of beaver tail he had cooked the 
night before. How good it tasted! 
“Did you skin my big bear I left in the 
other camp?” he inquired, “or did he scare 
you ?” I saw I could not deceive my Uncle, 
so I said, “No, Uncle, it was too dark to 
see to skin him, and I thought he was 
Googwes and he had killed you and eaten 
you up.” The old man began to laugh, but 
when I asked him what the bright light was 
I saw back by the lake he did not laugh 
any more, but threw another log on the 
fire. 
BAY BIRD WEATHER 
The most favorable wind for bay snipe 
shooting in the summer and autumn is one 
that blows steadily from the southwest. 
The birds that are coming from the north, 
and flying against it, lower their flight and 
skirt the bars and meadows, and see the 
stools more plainly and decoys much better 
than when traveling with the wind in the 
clouds. A wet summer is also found to 
produce the best shooting, as the meadows 
afford plenty of feed, and should the birds 
arrive early in the season, they stop and 
make the large marshes their home, fly¬ 
ing north in the morning and returning 
south toward evening. This flight baymen 
call “a trade.” 
