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‘round these parts. Must have been a lynx, eh?” They rolled their eyes.
At the time, I was working for the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, and it was shortly after the passage of the Environmental Protection Act. When I returned from that fishing trip, I paid a visit to Dr. Ron Ballard, Director of the Environmental Specialists Division. Ron had world-class biologists, terrestrial ecologists and every other type of ologist you could think of on board, and they were very good at what they did.
Ron listened to what I said, and pulled out a map of the area where we had been fishing. He overlaid the map with a transparency showing the expanding range of the cougar. The edge of that range passed through the southern end of Lake Deschenes.
The illusive cougar
Last week, while I was sitting in The Bear’s Den at Three Bears Camp, being treated for snakebite, Brandon Baker told me that some years ago he had seen a cougar, not far from Three Bears Camp, and that others with him had seen it as well. Brandon spends his life and earns his living in the great outdoors of northern Ontario. He knows more about the natural fauna of Ontario than anyone I know. He knew what he had seen. I told him my story of the sighting of the cougar at Stupart, less than 30 miles from Shining Tree, as the crow flies.
Seated at the same table with us was one of Brandon’s oldest and dearest friends, an official of the Ministry of Natural Resources. We would call him the game warden. He listened to both our stories. He rolled his eyes.
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