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This picture is of our earliest Bow Hunter at Pine Acres camp... taken sometime in late 70's or so.
Picture taken of a beaver pond along our baiting run.
After strike dog sounds off, we would take another Plott and check out the track. The Plott would tell us if the track was worth letting the box of hounds loose on. If the dog told us what we wanted to know, the chase was on!!
Hunting bears with a pack of Plotts was a Blast!!
Everything I have learned pertaining to clients and bears, was taught to me from our camps "American Hunters". I had to grow up fast.... My dad was too busy working a full time job at the local saw mill to teach me.
Before Pine Acres, the only Bow I ever knew was the ones I made from Birch saplings while growing up in Winnipeg.
I also learned from my dads mistakes. I actually wonder if he knew I watched his every move.
Prelude...grew up as a kid in Winnipeg. I loved the outdoors and snow. Made extra money shoveling side walks and drive ways. My dad gave me enough money to buy 2 shovels to get the job done. Said to pay him back when I made enough money. Was about .75 cents a side walk and 1.50 a driveway. I always wished for snow. When I made enough money I went to pay my dad back, he said don't worry keep it. He just waned to make sure I was responsible for repayment. Never had to borrow money from him in the winter again. Always had cash for movies bowling and swimming at the Y.
After we moved to Vermilion Bay Ontario in 1974, I got a paper route, 2 actually. Winnipeg Free Press and Tribune. Had a bag of papers on each shoulder, walking around town delivering them. I worked at camp but never got paid, wanted extra cash. Had to collect payment for papers every 2 weeks. Won a couple of 10 speeds for subscriber drive.
Anyways, when we bought the camp, the old owner told me to never go across the tracks. Said was many old wells that I could fall in. Being 12 it just went over my head. During the first winter, I went where he told me not to. I set a snare line for rabbits. I would get off the school bus. Go check my snare lines then go grab the bundles of papers and then deliver them. I had my snow shoes hidden in the bush towards the tracks.
One spot I chose for a snare had a rabbit trail running over a mound of snow. I snow shoed up on the mound and set a snare. Next day same routine. Off bus, grab snow shoes check snares. Well, the snare on the mound had a rabbit. All excited I snow shoed up on mound squatted down to get the rabbit. All of a sudden the ground underneath me disappeared and I fell fast down an old well. There was a crossbeam about 15 feet down made of old rotted wood that stopped my fall. The well was cribbed with wood. All rotted.
When I stopped falling, my snowshoes on one side of the wall of well and my back on the other. Every time I moved rotted pieces of cribbing fell and I listened to how long it took to hit any water below. I knew I was in trouble!!
After I calmed down and recovered my energy back, I started to shimmy my way up to the top. It was like a hammock. Shimmied my back up a few inches on one side then my snowshoes up a few inches on the other. After about an hour I got to the top, but not out.
I spent alot of energy getting to the top so I needed a bit to recover. Finally I figured out how to get out of the opening of well. I had to thrust my body up in the air and roll at the same time to get out. Well my plan worked.... I was never so scared and gratefull to survive.
After, I saw that they just capped the old well with regular plywood. Which rotted through the years. No one knew where I was so I would have had a rough time at the bottom of the well if my plan on shimmying up the well did not work. I decided from then on to listen to any adult.
It took me a few years to get my nerve back to venture to the old wells again. I never told my parents as they would have whipped me. BUT it was a lesson I learned for my self.
I am sure I wasn't the first to fall in as he would not have warned me.
So, from age of 12 on, I started thinking of dangers my actions could cause. From that day on I think before I step.
There were hundreds of miles of logging roads to drive and catch a Bear track. No radio collars then. Just relied on hunters ears to hear the movement of the hounds in their pursuit of the bear they chased.
Bears always took the hounds into the most remote Territory in NW Ontario. Hunting with hound was very demanding on a hunter following the hounds. Skinned Bears on the spot. Carried hide and meat out in Burlap sacs.
I skipped school often during the Spring and Fall. I always said I learned more from the American Bear Hunter than in class. I wonder if the American Bear Hunters I was following ever realized they were raising me to be a lifelong Bear Guide?? They taught me how to field dress, Skin a Bar, quarter and debone. I quit school in about 78. Then in 1994 and 95 went to night school to become an educated Bear Guide. Graduated grade 12 in 1995!!
The only book I remember reading was " The Education of a Bear Hunter". Written by Ralph Flowers. A Bear Hunter who was hired by State of Washington to lower the bear population. They were killing the trees in the rain forest. Trapped and shot his Bears. AWESOME read. Was eventually mauled by a bear he was pursuing and was almost killed. Mostly read during my boring Math and French Class.
Old Large house was in a remote farmers field near Mutrie Outpost.
Because the loggers lived in the bush they built this small cabin for sleeping and eating and the barn was for the horses. Back in the 70's, we would sit a hun ter in the shack and have a hanging bait on the edge of the field. Quite a few of our hunters shot bears from inside. The inside of the shack had hundreds of names scraped into the walls of venturers and hunters who found this site. Now everything has fallen to the ground and you would never know these buildings were here unless you saw this picture.
My dads first job after he moved to Vermilion Bay was at this Colenso Saw mill.
*** We are in Indiana for the Indiana Deer, Turkey and waterfowl Expo this Friday, Saturday and Sunday. At the Indiana State Fairgrounds!! Come see the show and visit Pine Acres Bear Camp at our Booth. Booking Bear Spring and Fall 2025. 1-807-221-9793
Love the old pics from back in the day!