We would hunt for five days from a remote cabin with the ignominious name of Chalet Muskrat, a clean and comfortable four-bed abode overlooking a wide bay on the Kinonge River. We had just arrived at the chalet when Siegfried Gagnon spread a map on the table. We have a range of mountains, a couple of lakes, miles of riverbank, and a great big swamp to hunt. Unlike most Kenauk hunters, the four of us are still-hunters. Traditionally, Kenauk's club members had hired local men to drive deer.
Trouble is, the older, bigger bucks have learned to avoid the drivers.
We had arranged for guides on the first two days to acquaint us with our territory. Michel and Daniel appeared at our cabin before daylight, eager to do a good job. We said we preferred to still-hunt. But first we must have a chase. Reluctantly, we agreed to one drive.