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pike on a stringer, hanging over the disheveled screen door of the old cabin in Stupart. Someone had brought along something in a big round bottle for snake bites with a name like Old Grandfather, or such, and they, rather unceremoniously, I might add, put the bottle in the mouth of the pike, and the only thing sticking out was the cap. (Years later, I found out there are no poisonous snakes that far north, but, for some reason, they still brought along the medicine, just in case.)
The fish was 40 inches long and weighed 10 pounds. Most 40-inch pike, it turns out, will weigh somewhat more than that, say 15 to 17 pounds. I know of at least one 40 inch pike that weighed 20 pounds. That fish is on the wall of The Bear’s Den at Three Bears Camp. Nevertheless, M.H.’s pike remains the biggest fish that anyone that I knew of had ever caught while staying at Stupart.
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A few years later, I made another trip to Stupart, my last. There were no 10-pound pike caught. The most exciting thing I recall about that trip was the sighting of a cougar. There was no doubt what it was. The body of the animal was 4 to 5 feet long, and its long bowed tail was as long as its body.
It was walking along the shore on a log. We all saw it. We had no idea there were cougar in that part of Canada. We were within a half mile of where M.H. had caught his big pike.
We couldn’t wait to get on the train to tell the local folks what we had seen. We would have had more credibility if we had told them we were visited by little green men in flying saucers. “Nothing like that
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