number of camps on the line will
relieve the trapper of much hardship. I mention this matter thinking
it might be of some interest to some one whose feet are itching to
get into a big game country, and are thinking of only the game, and
not of the hardships they are sure to meet with. Another thing that
is well for the trapper who is looking for a happy hunting and
trapping ground to remember is, that he will no longer find game as
plentiful as it once was, in any place that is in any way easily
accessible. If the trapper will take into consideration the expense
and hardship that one must put up with in going on one of these
outings, it might be that he can find quite as much pleasure and
profit in looking up a trapping ground nearer home.

I will mention one or two places where one can find some sport where
it will not require the hardship nor expense, and at the same time
will find deer and some other game quite plentiful, with a fair
sprinkling of the fur bearers.

In Humboldt County, in California, on Redwood River, deer and bear
can be found quite plentiful, and there are some marten, fisher and a
few lynx, coon, mink, skunk and fox. The fox are mostly grey and you
may by chance meet occasionally with a mountain lion. To reach this
section the best way is from San Francisco by boat to Eureka, then by
rail and wagon.

Another section where game and fur bearers are fairly plentiful and
of easy access, is in the vicinity of Thompson's Falls, in Northern
Montana.

But if only a good outing is wanted, that can be had in Pecos Valley,
New Mexico. You will not find much to trap other than muskrats and
coon on the river and lakes, but they are quite plentiful, especially
the latter. You will find coyotes and some grey wolves, and some
antelope, which are protected. Duck shooting is good, the climate is
mild, only freezing ice the thickness of window glass in the coldest
weather, which is all thawed out and gone by ten o'clock. This
section is easily reached by rail.

* * *

In July, 1902, I was spending a few days at Spokane, Wash. Nearly
every day I would take an old cane fish pole and go to the river just
above the falls and fish for bass. I would shift my post from one
point along the bank of the river to another and sometimes I would go
out on the boom timbers and fish among the logs. Some days I would
get a bass or two, but oftener I got nothing further than the
pleasure of drowning a few minnows.

Nearly