Douglas daily dispatch. [volume] (Douglas, Ariz.) 1903-1961, 1927-10-16
Hunting De Luxe
By James J. Montague

Bill had talked to me so much
about sleeping in the open, with the
scent of the pines in the nostrils, and
| the song of the river to lull one to
sleep that I began to think my lie
would not be lived up to the full if
did not try it. So I was delighted
! when he asked me to take little
trip with him into Canada. I didn't
want to kill any moose or deer or
bear or bobcats, and I have rotten
luck at fishing 1t wasn't for the
love of the chase I was going, but
merely to get close to nature, and
know the joy of becoming part of
the great outdoors.
"You won't need any outfit" said
Bill. THE Indian guides will attend
to that. They make beds out of
balsam4 boughs that you sink into as
you would into feather bed. With
! a frying pan they can make a better
meal than chef can with a whole
kitchen full of utensils, They'll even
supply you with, roughing clothes,
Don't bother to buy anything for the
| trip but tooth brush, and pipe
and pouch. You'll have the time OF
! your life
! My first glimpse of the country into
which we were to go, was not cheer
| ing. We got off the train at little
/ station, in front of which sat two
extremely greasy looking men who, I
supposed were the Canadian counter
part of the ordinary railroad station
loafers of this country. Both of them
wore oVeralls, and one of them was
smoking a pipe. They rose and APP
preached us, and Bill greeted them
/ effusively as Mike and Albert.
Gull FLOODED Indians" he whis
pered to me, "the best guides in these
parts. You'll love them" I hoped
! would, but when they allowed me to
struggle unaided with heavy suit
J case which weighed something like
so pounds, while they sauntered along,
I ahead of me, it seemed to me that
! demonstrative affection toward them
might be difficult.
| They had replied with grunts to
Bills salutation, and it was with a
! few more grunts that they signified
that we were to hurry along to where
we we're going. Bills bag was not
as heavy as mine SO he had plenty
of breath to talk.
Gust look at those boys he said,
'see how easily they swing along,
how powerfully the muscles of their
shoulders play. under their shirts And
this is the race that we have prac-
tically crowded off the continent"
"How far are we going inquired.
cts about a five-mile walk to the
lake, after that we'll go by canoe.
J But a walk through this country is
nothing. Just look at those forests
4 of evergreens. Aren't they beautiful"
i There was no tree in sight more
j than seven or eight feet high, and my
feet were continually catching in the
shrubbery that grew between them.
Moreover, Bill, who was walking just
ahead of me, would now and then
hold on to a limb he had pulled
aside to make passage, and just as
i I came up release it. The singing
blow it dealt me across the face did
not put me in any frame OF mind to
appreciate the beautiful
The walk to the lake seemed more
like 10 than five miles. When we
got there the canoes were occupied
with camp duffle, all of it travel
stained and tattered. was men
toned to get into one of the crafts,
and my Indian took a seat IN the
box. "You pad" he said.
This came as a surprise, and l
asked Bill if it was regular.
Bill made few inquiries OF his
own Indian, and informed me at their
conclusion that my boy had hurt his
arm that morning, and needed a
little rest. Padding will be rest
after. the walk said Bill, land the
Indian will soon be in shape to help
you out"
The paddle across the lake was l.
miles, and my guides arm must have
got worse during the journey, for M
sat huddled up giving forth low
means, and making no effort to take
up the paddle 1 had to work hare
| to keep up with the other canoe
which Bill and his guide were send
ing forward at good stiff gait.
When we arrived at the othe
shore Bill after sympathizing witt
nv guide in his affliction, told hin
to sit down and tell me about TIT
fishing holes, while he and the othe
man made camp. The guide sai'