. Oregon sportsman. too risky abusiness, especially running the rapids, so we tied up our boats. Wefound a suitable place, built a fire and prepared to spend the night. Icounted our game and found we had killed 27 fish ducks, 2 bluebills,3 shags, one pheasant, and 3 ruffed grouse. We sat up till late cookingbluebill and ruffed grouse on sticks over the fire. The night seemedlong; it was cold; and we had no blankets. We lay by the fire, oneside roasting while the other froze. I looked at my watch many a timethat night. We got our boats and started almost before we could seeto travel, for the da
. Oregon sportsman. too risky abusiness, especially running the rapids, so we tied up our boats. Wefound a suitable place, built a fire and prepared to spend the night. Icounted our game and found we had killed 27 fish ducks, 2 bluebills,3 shags, one pheasant, and 3 ruffed grouse. We sat up till late cookingbluebill and ruffed grouse on sticks over the fire. The night seemedlong; it was cold; and we had no blankets. We lay by the fire, oneside roasting while the other froze. I looked at my watch many a timethat night. We got our boats and started almost before we could seeto travel, for the dangers of the river seemed preferable to the discom-fort of camp. It was cold and foggy that morning. A person could see only ashort distance ahead. It was a dandy morning for duck shooting, asthey could not see us very far. My first chance was at a large bunchof hooded mergansters, small fish ducks we call them. They came outof the fog and up the river past me like a streak of lightning. They 30 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN. BEAUTIFUL LAKE ODELL One of Oregons Wonderful Playgrounds—Where the Scenery is Grand and the Angler Need Not Bother About a Six-inch Rule, for the Rainbow Are Big Ones fairly whizzed, they had up such speed. I grabbed my gun and firedtwo shots, but no ducks came down. I had shot behind. Hugh hadbetter luck. He fired one shot and killed two ducks. He said he wasmaking up for the poor shooting he did the day before. We soon came to Timber Island, at the upper end of which was abig rapid. It sounded big, but it was so foggy we could not see muchof it. Hugh was ahead, so he started over and soon disappeared in thefog. I waited till I thought he had time to get out of my way, then Istarted. It was much rougher than I expected. I had to dodge to missthe rocks, my boat took water pretty fast, but it was soon over. Ifound Hugh at the bank bailing water out of his boat. About 9 A. M. we arrived at the mouth of Little Canyon, wherewe loaded our bedding, fishing tackle and
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