In The Muskoka Territory: A Narrative Analysis

Yet another account, written less than a week later, from In the Muskoka Territory: The Fortunes and Misfortunes of a Party of Holleyites on a Canadian Canoeing and Fishing Expedition, New York Holley Standard July 24, 1902:
The Standard last week abandoned a party of five Holley fishermen on the shores of Muskoka lake, leaving them in the throes of preparation for a week's canoeing trip, and with an implied promise of some further account of their adventures.
A greener lot of tenderfeet never invaded Canadian wilds. Some had enjoyed camping and fishing in a comfortable civilized way, but none of them knew much of the character of the expedition they were planning...... on the return portage back through Crane and Blackstone to Lake Joseph
An easy day was planned - a leisurely trip over into Blackstone lake to the last camping place, where we purposed to devote all of Monday and Tuesday forenoon to the capture of several hundred pounds of big fish to take out as trophies for a triumphant home-coming. But after dinner an inventory of the commissary department showed little left but a small chunk of salt pork and a few potatoes. A previous raid on the solitary farm house the others side of the lake, had yielded nothing but on loaf of bread and a few quarts of milk which had been consumed at dinner. There were plenty of fresh fish, but after fish morning, noon and night for nearly a week, one does not look forward longingly to two days of exclusive fish diet. So we packed up and made the eight-mile journey – including three miles of portaging – out to Gordon Bay, grub and
Fish are most abundant in these waters, and a good catch is certain even to inexperienced anglers. Green frogs and minnows are the best bait. Pickerel, black bass, and maskinonge afford excellent sport. We were content to average about thirty pounds' weight daily, though others, of the “terror type,” boasted of slaying one hundred pounds' weight. Deer, bear, and wolf are to be procured in the backwoods of this locality, though they are not to be compared in numbers to Timagami. Dave Lawson, a forester, told me that he was chased by wolves one winter near Blackstone Lake. He shot his two deer during a hunt of three and a half hours. Lawson saw the traces of several moose in this