{"id":2543,"date":"2019-03-28T21:03:00","date_gmt":"2019-03-29T01:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=2543"},"modified":"2019-03-28T21:03:47","modified_gmt":"2019-03-29T01:03:47","slug":"1958-bushmans-thong-groundhog-river-job-1958","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=2543","title":{"rendered":"1958 BUSHMAN’S THONG…: GROUNDHOG RIVER JOB 1958"},"content":{"rendered":"
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ALL I WANTED WAS A  \u2018BUSHMAN\u2019S THONG’<\/div>\n
(What is a Bushman\u2019s Thong? That, my friends you will find at the very end)<\/div>\n

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LOCATION: GROUNDHOG RIVER:  SUMMER OF 1958<\/div>\n
                    WILDERNESS NORTH OF  TIMMINS AND  SOUTH OF KAPUSKASING<\/div>\n

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PURPOSE:  TO  CHECK OUT ANOMALOUS SIGNALS PICKED  UP BY A CANSO FLYING BOAT DRAGGING A MAGNETOMETER<\/div>\n
                     TO DO SO  AS  SECRETLY AS POSSIBLE<\/div>\n

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alan skeoch<\/div>\n
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Three men I will never forget\u2026Floyd, Bob and  Walter.  We  were  thrown together by accident in that summer of 1958.<\/div>\n
Floyd Faulkner was our crew chief.  Bob Hilkar was our instrument man.  Walter Helstein, was our soul.  I think of his sad ending often.  <\/div>\n
 Me?  AIan Skeoch, a 19 year old blank slate, just a few days out of high school.<\/div>\n
 \u201cSo you are a Boy Scout, let\u2019s see how you handle a  real  wilderness.  No badge<\/div>\n
for this job, Alan.\u201d jeu said\/  \u201cNo, you are wrong, there is a  badge.\u201d  And we all laughed.<\/div>\n

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Floyd Faulkner<\/div>\n

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Bob Hilkar<\/div>\n

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Walter Helstein<\/div>\n

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Alan Skeoch<\/div>\n

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And so the adventure begins.  I reported  to company HQ at 1950 O\u2019Coinnor Drive with my bag packed  for the summer.  Never knew how long\u2026did  not know<\/div>\n
where I was going\u2026had no idea who I was going with\u2026had no idea how we were to get there.  Did not really know why I was hired in that summer of 1958.<\/div>\n
\u201cWe needed a Boy Scout to baptize into the real  world,\u201d commented Floyd or Bob. One of them. They intended to make a man of me.  And I think they did<\/div>\n
that.  The events of that summer are still crystal clear in meh mind now\u202661 years later in my 80th year.  <\/div>\n

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 Mom and dad were a  little concerned as  the whole plan seemed<\/div>\n
sort of loosey goosey  Who were these men that called  themselves  \u2018geophysicists\u2019?   <\/div>\n
Right from the get go there were problems.  Our Land Rover had not arrived nor had the canoe which was to be strapped to the Rover\u2019s roof.   And the two way radio was<\/div>\n
still being overhauled.  If we needed a two way radio that meant we were heading into the wild unknown.  No telephone booths.  <\/div>\n

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\u201cGo back home, Alan, gear not ready quite yet.\u201d  Fine, I thought, for  I was already on the payroll.<\/div>\n

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  Floyd Faulkner and Bob Hilker  Both seemed  nice but a little distant .<\/div>\n
They were veteran  bushmen.  I  was just a  high school kid.   First day we drove to Oshawa where the company  had a fleet of Canso double engined aircraft.<\/div>\n
Vintage World  War II submarine hunters.<\/div>\n
One of the Canso\u2019s had  already overflown our target dragging an  airborne magnetometer.  The mag readings  indicated several anomalies worth detailed  ground<\/div>\n
mapping.  We were that three man mapping team.  \u201cKeep your mouth shut about the job, others are interested.\u201d said our big boss, Dr. Norman Paterson.  He<\/div>\n
made me feel like a military hit man  being sent on a mission.   <\/div>\n

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Dr. Paterson gave us a  final briefing on July  3. \u201cThis is  a  rough job, you will be  dropped  by  aircraft as  close as  we can  get to the anomalies.  Virgin forest.<\/div>\n
No people, no trails, no transport except the canoe and your feet.\u201d  Dr. Paterson was a  bit intimidating\u2026long and lean\u2026a serious  scientist who had  been<\/div>\n
a student under Dr. Tuzo Wilson\u2026the man who put the expression Plate Tectonics  in the dictionary.  I felt we were doing something important\u2026something<\/div>\n
that would change the world.  I was part of the  team… on the bottom rung of the geophysical ladder.  \u201cWhat is my role?\u201d, was  a question that I was afraid to ask.  As thing turned  out I should have<\/div>\n
known when Dr. Paterson mentioned a blazing axe.  A blazing axe differs  from a  regular axe. It is smaller, lighter and is used to blaze trails  through virgin forest.<\/div>\n
the idea is simple\u2026lop a chunk  out of both sides  of trees ensuring that the line of blazes makes sense\u2026i.e. going somewhere.  Why both sides of the trees<\/div>\n
are hacked  should be obvious\u2026one way into the wilderness  and to get back out follow the alternate blazes.  That was to be my job.  It was  never fully explained.<\/div>\n
As things turned out all the jobs  were shared.  This  was to be a real learning experience.  Could I handle the job?  I thought and  was comforted  by a line<\/div>\n
from Mr. Fred Burford, our football coach at Humberside  Collegiate Institute\u2026\u201dWhen the going gets tough, the tough get going.\u201d  That line was called  upon<\/div>\n
many times  in the following two and a half months.<\/div>\n

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July 6, 1958<\/div>\n

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\u201cAl, meet us  at the corner of Bloor and Jane\u2026bring what you need for three months\u2026but all in one bag.\u201d   Mom and dad  got a little worried.  Who were these<\/div>\n
strangers?  They were not even coming to our house but asking Alan to meet them on a street corner.  So dad  came along.  My dad is a tough customer so he<\/div>\n
planned to check \u2018these assholes out\u2019 before allowing me to crawl into the Land Rover.  Dad knew the difference between normal  assholes and  dangerous assholes.<\/div>\n
Floyd, my crew chief, was gruff but solid.  So  dad  helped  stow my rucksack in the back of the Rover and waved me off for the summer.  This was  a  rite of passage.<\/div>\n

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We headed  north to Gravenhurst where we ate a huge dinner on the expense account.  The Food was heartburn hell but cost was on the company tab.  Then we carried<\/div>\n
on northward to South Porcupine.  Floyd  and Bob knew  each other so they gabbed  away.   At some point Floyd gave me a nickname that stuck like a turd on a boot.<\/div>\n
\u201cFucking Al will do the blazing\u2026ever blazed a  trail Al?\u201d   Conversation ebbed and I got a little tired of straddling the gear shift.  \u201cFloyd, could you stop and let me crawl<\/div>\n
in the back on top of the gear\u2026that would be more comfortable.\u201d \u201cFucking good idea.\u201d  I learned  that Floyd  used fucking as  an adjective for just about everything including<\/div>\n
me\u2026as in Fucking Al with a grin.  It was not a term of derision\u2026sort of a term of endearment.  Sort of.   So I spent the rest of the long  long journey folded like a jackknife on our tents and rucksacks.<\/div>\n
I even slept a bit.  I was a little scared.  Wondering just what the hell I had gotten myself into.  At North Bay we got a  canoe and  strapped  it to our roof. Lots of rattling.<\/div>\n
I was determined to make the best of it\u2026something to remember.<\/div>\n

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In Schumacker we visited our contractor, McIntyre Mines, where the geologist handed over a large sheaf of aerial photographs that pinpointed the anomalies  we were<\/div>\n
to find and map.  \u201cYou guys will be the first mining persons ever to explore the wilderness northwest of the Groundhog River.\u201d.  Was that true?  Wow\u2026real wilderness.  We rented <\/div>\n
a  Beaver float plane from Austin Airways in South Porcupine for a flight on July 9 at 8 a.m.  McIntyre Mines  did not want us to use their plane lest other mining people<\/div>\n
got wind  of our project.  Mining is super competitive.   The cloak of secrecy made the job  seem all that more important.<\/div>\n

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Floyd drove us to Timmins  where he handed  Blahey\u2019s Food  Market a grub list that was to last three weeks. After that our food  supplies wold  be replenished b Blakey\u2019s and<\/div>\n
Austin Airways..  The word  \u201cgrub\u201d or to use a more familiar \u2018maggot\u2019.   We would se lots of them on this trip, maybe even eat a few by mistake.<\/div>\n
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Today  we hired Walter Helstein to help with the line cutting.  Walter seems  a little too fat and a  little too old for what we are about to face.  I know that seems unkind.  Sorry<\/div>\n
to say that but he has  a fatherly\u2026even grandfatherly manner.  He speaks of the Great Depression and the Dirty Thirties as events  he has experienced only yesterday.<\/div>\n
  Hard to say why he was hired.  Then again I have no idea why I was hired. For the rest of the day<\/div>\n
we lounged  around South Porcupine\u2026in the bright summer sunshine.  Then in the evening we went to a  small circus in Timmins.   <\/div>\n

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In the morning We  loaded  the Beaver float plane with all our gear and our instruments.  We had  so much gear that we needed two trips as the Beaver could only<\/div>\n
carry 1100 pounds.   Walter Helstein and Bob Hilkar went with the first load. \u201cFucking Al and I will come later.\u201d  My seat for our flight was  a crate of oranges some <\/div>\n
of which got crushed since we had  a rough landing an hour or so later on the Groundhog River.  The river is tough for a float plane because it is so muddy that<\/div>\n
obstructions cannot be seen.  We bounced hard a  couple of times throwing huge chevrons of water as we powered  down.  \u201cWater\u2019s high this time of<\/div>\n
year, but water level will drop fast.  Future landings will be difficult.\u201d, said the pilot.<\/div>\n

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We  parked our Land  Rover beside the South Porcupine hotel for the summer.   Entered the bush  in early July, returned<\/div>\n
on September 10.   Naurally, The spare tire was gone as was any loose  item after all this was Timmins, a tough mining<\/div>\n
town.  I guess we should  have expected that.<\/div>\n

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Strapping our big four man canoe to the Beaver pontoon seemed  a  trifle dangerous  to me but normal to Floyd and Bob\u2026and the Austin <\/div>\n
Airways  pilot.  Bob,  Walter and the canoe would  go first . A lopsided takeoff.<\/div>\n

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Floyd  and  I were wedged in among our gear and food supplies.  Not much spare room.  I wondered  how the pilot would know<\/div>\n
we had reached the 1100 pound limit.  He had  no  scale. Just guessed.<\/div>\n

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 we began Erecting two tents even before the Beaver took off on its  return flight\u2026. first our sleeping tent and next our cook tent and then Floyd looped a  long rope over a high tree branch on which would hang our meat supply \u201cbecause otherwise the fucking bears  will get it.\u201d   We did not know that a  bear was watching us.   He gave  us the  once over and planned a visit.<\/div>\n
The little \u2018bite ums no see  ups\u2026sand  flies\u2026are  really ferocious.  I get the feeling that we will be fly bate this summer.   Later in the evening Floyd and Bob showed  me<\/div>\n
how to use stereo scope  on the aerial photographs.   Suddenly a flat surface become  three dimensional.  And our trip took on a cloak and dagger character.  We were<\/div>\n
commandoes on a mission.<\/div>\n

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We  cut trees today and lashed a dock together.  Banks are very steep and  we expect water level to drop significantly.  Currently the river is<\/div>\n
about 300 yards wide.  Seems immense.  We also erected  our radio antennae.  If anything goes wrong this will be the only way get help\u2026if the radio actually works.  Floyd and Bob took the canoe down river and were caught in a terrible storm\u2026drenched.  Then we had  our first big camp supper using our most perishable food.   As  dusk settled I wrote a  letter home.  Do not know why… the letter <\/div>\n
won\u2019t get out for at least three weeks.<\/div>\n

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Rained all  morning so survey start delayed until afternoon when we piled in the canoe\u2026four men in a single canoe is a challenge.  River current is  super fast. Drove us  at speed into a rock which <\/div>\n
ripped the canoe open but not fatally so.  Two of us bailed  while the other two frantically paddled us back to camp.  Patched the canoe with a piece of  canvas.  Then Floyd gave me a lesson<\/div>\n
on setting a  survey line.  That was going to be my job. <\/div>\n
And this, Al, is blazing axe\u2026smaller, lighter than a regular axe\u2026Don\u2019t cut your hand off with it\u2026that float plane costs money, you know.\u201d<\/div>\n

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 Flies are voracious.  Hard to say which  is worst.  The little black flies  that crawl in our ears  or slip behind our belt bands and munch.  Or the Moose flies  land  gently and tear a piece of skin if they have time.  These moose flies  are big yet able to make silent landings on exposed skin then chew holes.<\/div>\n

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Another day of heavy rain so we did  what we could to improve our campsite.  We  have chosen a Rough spot really quite high above the river.  Stupidly decided to test our Mae West life jackets  in the river.  That was like swimming <\/div>\n
among ice cubes\u2026noted that the Groundhog River flows north to James Bay.   In other words this river was not like the Humber or Don  or Etobicoke creek\u2026sweet and warn, We then took the canoe, hooked on the outboard <\/div>\n
engine, and  motored down  river for a  spin.  No sign of  human habitation.   Slight concern that our two way  radio was not working.  Who gives a damn?  Good to be alive and young and healthy \u2026 watching a beautiful sunset.<\/div>\n

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Some of our camps and anomalies we tried to locate\u2026last camp was Kapik Lake<\/div>\n

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Nice sunny day\u2026motored  five miles down the Groundhog River to check out our first anomaly.   Walter Helstein and  i set and cut line while  Floyd and Bob followed with the EM\u2026principally two great hoops  of<\/div>\n
tightly worn copper wire\u2026looked like a hoop skirt without the underwear. Heavy.  And  a console with earphones to pick up the signals  sent from one to the other.  Coils had  100 foot separation each attached<\/div>\n
to a heavy cable.  Walt and I had<\/div>\n
to mark these separations  with pickets.   As mentioned earlier, this job was for the young.  Walter was about 59 years old and by five o\u2019clock he was exhausted.   Don\u2019t get me wrong, I really liked Walter but<\/div>\n
did not expect him to keep up.<\/div>\n

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When  we got back to camp and made preparations for supper we found that others had  been in camp.  Blow flies had laid  their eggs in the meat a few days earlier and the maggots were hatching.  We cooked <\/div>\n
the meat anyway\u2026and  ate what we could.  Boiled  maggots tasted  okay if they were eaten unseen.    Our radio is still not operating so any crisis will not be known to the outside world.<\/div>\n

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We  cut 3,000 feet of  trail for the E.M. unit today.<\/div>\n

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Hot and windy day.We motored back to the River anomaly.  Walter and  I blazed another trail for the E.M. unit\u2026North East compass reading.   Walter having a very tough time.  Blazing sounds easy but that is<\/div>\n
not the case.  There is  always  dense brush that has to be cleared so the compass shot will be straight.   Best to blaze trees that are on the compass  line but that is not always  possible.  The line must be straight.<\/div>\n
Big obstructions  must be climbed over, waded through, or slashed and thrown to the side.  Today  we cut and marked 8,000 feet of line.<\/div>\n

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Today we checked out another anomaly whose  location was  confirmed  by aerial photographs.  Our base  camp is  located at the junction of a smaller creek or river where it joins the mighty Groundhog River.<\/div>\n
We travelled  by canoe westward along this tributary to get as  close to the anomaly as possible.  Not easy.  The canoe bottomed out regularly as the creek was quite shallow.   A giant bull moose startled  us<\/div>\n
as we came around a bend.  Or did we startle him?   We were more surprised I think because he just stood there for a few moments looking at us and then wandered  leisurely out of the water and into<\/div>\n
the forest.  His antlers were so large that they spanned the creek.<\/div>\n

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Really tough day blazing trail into the anomaly and then cutting formal lines for the EM (Electro Magnetic) unit.  Nothing worse than a cedar swamp with tag alder shrubs. So much slashing that the blisters on my hands are getting<\/div>\n
blisters beneath blisters.   To make matters worse we we’re unable to find the anomaly.<\/div>\n

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Our crew\u2026living together for the duration of the job.  Lunch  break in the bush with pot of tea\u2026see if  you can find the billy can.<\/div>\n

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When we stop for lunch there  is a danger that few new people in the bush  know.   The danger is piles\u2026\u201dyour ass gets pulled out\u2026the  sphincter muscle bulges\u2026bloody painful\u201d  “So, Al, do<\/div>\n
not sit on those lovely soft spongy piles of moss.  Wet.  Wet underwear can cause piles.  Sit on a dry log or anything other that wet moss.” “You can get piles from constipation so keep the greasy <\/div>\n
food coming.\u201d  What about heartburn?  “We have some  tummy pills.  Lots  of things  can go wrong on these jobs, Al\u201d  Nice to be on a 2.5 month camping trip with know-alls that tell me  after the fact.<\/div>\n

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Tough day.  We went back up the tributary then followed  our previous  trail and extended it in a  vain search  for the airborne anomaly.  Half of  my time was  spent working with the E.M. transmitter<\/div>\n
which was nice.  Creek is getting more shallow each day.   Canoe struck  bottom often today whereas yesterday we hit bottom only a few times.  We  startled a  family of  hell diver  ducks who submerged as <\/div>\n
we got close then popped  up some  distance away.   we blazed and traversed 18,000 feet of line criss  crossing what should be the anomaly.  The bush is  incredibly dense with cedars  and tag alders\u2026and<\/div>\n
swamps.  Cutting through cedar swamps is like trying to cut rubber bands\u2026the branches  seem to be elastic and cause the axes to bounce back\u2026must be careful.  Much of  the time we are standing in <\/div>\n
shallow  water.  Boots tend to leak.<\/div>\n

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Radio is full of dire news suggesting chance of another world war since the United  States marines have landed  in Lebanon.<\/div>\n

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Gum  Rubbers tend to leak which means wet socks which means  boiled feet which  mean white pock marked feet.  Not nice<\/div>\n
I could peel skin from my feet as they  were pomogranates. (sp?)<\/div>\n

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Wildlife is sure abundant.  Just  today  we startled moose, mink, ducks, hawk, partridge and lots of little red  ground  squirrels.  These creatures  were the only nice thing about our day.  Hard cutting but<\/div>\n
no luck finding the anomaly.  The creek is so low now that we decided to give up the search for the anomaly.  We did our best.  And there were many more blips picked up by the airborne magnetometer<\/div>\n
and only so much time to confirm wether the blips were real or just a mistake.- Finding these anomalies will be no easy task.<\/div>\n

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I am bothered  by Heartburn often these days likely due to too much fried food.  Sickness has to just be accepted  as getting  to a doctor or even a drug store is impossible.  I dread  having a  toothache.<\/div>\n
 The black flies  seem to love crawling through my hair just to get a little blood with a bite of my flesh.  Maybe I should shave\u2026easier to crush the little devils with a  clean face.<\/div>\n
Of course  escape from the flies is impossible.  Seems  they  love tight places such as under my belt.  That\u2019s where most of my welts seem to be.  Keep clothing as loose as possible.<\/div>\n

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We spent an hour or so burning maggots in our garbage pit\u2026thousands of them infested  our rotten rolls of bologna.<\/div>\n

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We changed the position of our radio antennae in an attempt to establish  contact with Austin Airways.  Radio silence.<\/div>\n

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Even though we blazed and surveyed 20,000 feet of line we still had no luck finding the anomaly.<\/div>\n

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We followed an old  blazed trail westward from our camp re-blazing as  we went.   Mystery who blazed original trail, perhaps some mining sleuth or maybe a trapper.   When the trail petered out we blazed a new trail<\/div>\n
in North West direction for 6,000 feet.  A heavy rainstorm struck around three catching us several miles from our Base Camp. Arrived back about 6 p.m. soaked  to the skin. Depressing.  Later I skinned  a mink that<\/div>\n
had been trapped  and killed recently.   For some strange reason the trapper who spent his  winters here left all his traps set.  Killed animals for no reason.  Floyd  suggested He may have died here last winter. \u201cHis<\/div>\n
trappers  shack must be somewhere nearby.\u201d  The forest west of us seems loaded with partridge\u2026they show little fear as we approach.<\/div>\n

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Today we travelled 32,500 west from base camp to a beaver  dam we spotted on the aerial photos.  Right on target proving we can pin point the anomalies.<\/div>\n

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Trappers  Cabin found  on river bank.  Very rough place with heads of small animals  nailed  to logs.  Some skinning method I guess.<\/div>\n

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Ferocious Storm all night and morning prevented trail blazing so we stayed in base camp.  It was my meal shift so I had a chance to make breakfast rather extravagant.   French toast with thick slices  of sowbelly bacon<\/div>\n
and lots of maple syrup and coffee.  Each of us has meal duty days in rotation.  In the afternoon the sun came out\u2026an  opportunity to wash clothes and sun dry them on the tent ropes.   We cut a lot more scrub brush <\/div>\n
from around camp so we now have  clear view up and down the river.  Water level is dropping rapidly\u2026down a foot since we arrived and going down each  day in spite of the rain.<\/div>\n

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Walter Helstein sunbathing in the nude.  He has the ability to ignore the blood seeking flies.<\/div>\n

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Any notion that our campsite was built with military precision should be wiped away by this shot.   Clean dry socks are the most important<\/div>\n
item of clothing but the task to keep them so is impossible.   Wet socks help to boil our feet in wet boots.  As  mentioned earlier,Boiled feet are pock marked<\/div>\n
and peeling.   Anybody believing this job was a luxury rich man\u2019s camp has to be daft.  Many days were just constant agony.<\/div>\n

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Today we trekked one hell of a long way to reach Anomaly site Number 3 and the days ahead will be even longer.  Walt and I cut lines<\/div>\n
for the E.M. unit to traverse using 100 foot stations  (see map for Sites 2 and 3).  To reach the site we had to cross a big active beaver dam<\/div>\n
about 200 feet wide and 8 feet high in places. Six feet thick.These beaver have been here for a long time.<\/div>\n

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At lunch we found the bones of a young moose killed by a bear or hunter\u2026or perhaps a cougar if stories of their presence can be true.  Maybe<\/div>\n
it just died for the bones  have been here for some time.  Collected the teeth for what reason I do not know.<\/div>\n

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We returned to base camp very tired and went directly to bed.<\/div>\n

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Eureka!  A successful day even if tough.  We found the anomaly\u2026high readings on the magnetometer and the E. M. unit just north of<\/div>\n
the beaver dam.   <\/div>\n

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Anomaly site #3:  Eureka, we confirmed the airborne anomaly.  Set up a grid pattern<\/div>\n
as indicated above.   Site #2 was less successful.<\/div>\n

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July 21<\/div>\n

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We retraced yesterdays’  trails then used compass to cut new trail North.  Very slow progress due to the damn<\/div>\n
cedar and alder swamps and their thick vegetation.  I was point man using the compass and made a terrible mistake<\/div>\n
having my heavy belt buckle too close to the compass.  We had  spent a couple of hours going in the wrong<\/div>\n
direction\u2026deflected.   When we realized our error, Floyd and Bob made fun of my stupidity.  Laughed at me.<\/div>\n
So I threw a temper tantrum and began slashing the brush and heading nowhere really.  Which made them<\/div>\n
laugh all the more.   Made me  laugh too.  Not my best day but i<\/div>\n
guess I provided  some entertainment.   The compass error may not have been my fault for there were <\/div>\n
strong indications of a body of magnetite below us.  Floyd decided we should strike directly east through unblazed <\/div>\n
bush towards  the Groundhog River \u2026 far to the east.   \u201cWalter, you go back retracing our blazed trail to Base Camp<\/div>\n
then get the canoe to meet us somewhere up river.\u201d  Well, things did not go well when sun got clouded  over<\/div>\n
and  we got lost\u2026strange how when lost in the bush we travel in circles.  Eventually we reached the<\/div>\n
Groundhog River around 8 p.m. as darkness was descending.  Walter had been on patrol and found us thankfully.<\/div>\n
Arrived  at camp dead tired.   Floyd and Bob told Walter about my temper tantrum.<\/div>\n

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As things turned out the errors  may not have been my fault.  The anomaly upon which we stood was likely<\/div>\n
a whopping big magnetite find, confirmed by the aerial photo. Magnetite is strong enough to deflect<\/div>\n
a compase\u2026even  confuse a compass giving one false reading in one spot and another a few feet away.<\/div>\n
Were we standing on a future copper mine?   If we were it was going to be one hell of  a place for mine<\/div>\n
families to  live. Swamp\u2026swamp\u2026swamp.  I read somewhere that certain plants like magnetite.  Couldn\u2019t<\/div>\n
be  true.<\/div>\n

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Today we traversed  39,500 feet finishing the beaver dam anomaly.  Distance is  a guess though due to being<\/div>\n
lost for hours.  Tomorrow Floyd decided to reconnoitre the territory east of the Groundhog River.<\/div>\n

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July 22<\/div>\n

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Today Floyd decreed  we would all have a day of rest.  Wonderful.  To top things off a moose appeared<\/div>\n
close to our camp at the rivers edge.  I stalked  him with the canoe in order to get within camera range.<\/div>\n
Then towards evening another moose appeared.  Floyd  and I chased him by canoe along the river bank<\/div>\n
until he found a gap to scramble up and get away.  Moose around here seem interested in us as they move<\/div>\n
away slowly if we approach.   One moose even seemed  to like music for he stuck his head out of the<\/div>\n
brush behind our camp when we had cranked up the music as loud as possible.  The moose seem almost<\/div>\n
tame.  A shame really for they are easy game for hunters.<\/div>\n

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Walter has become valuable in a totally unpredictable way.  He is our berry tester.  Lots of wild plants<\/div>\n
are bearing berries but we have been cautious about eating them lest they are poison.  Walter has no<\/div>\n
such caution.  He eats any berry he can find\u2026well not any berry but most berries.  He even has<\/div>\n
names for them.   Walter is  colour blind so all berries  look the same to him.  We even named one<\/div>\n
berry a \u2018Walterry\u2019 as  we had no idea the true name.  If Walt could eat it, then it cannot be poison.<\/div>\n

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We always carried  a cup or some other thing that would rattle.  Bears do not like humans.  the rattling sound wold alert the bear and he or<\/div>\n
she would move away.   Bears were present but I only saw one bear on the river bank.   In the picture above my cup has been filled with berries.  Rather than<\/div>\n
a tight hat which black flies loved to slip under and chew my flesh.  I found a bandana with knots at the corners would <\/div>\n
work better since the black flies had no place hide in secret.<\/div>\n

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July 23<\/div>\n

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Today we again retraced our trail to the beaver dam and then corrected our compass error and cut a more accurate northerly trail for 2800 feet heading towards what<\/div>\n
we called our Arctic  anomaly since it was the farthest north we would be going.  Hardly the Arctic.  Worst kind of trail yet as alder and cedar seem to be interlocked to keep<\/div>\n
us from making much headway.  Not sure about he anomaly.   Hot sweaty day\u2026terrible really for the flies zero in on our sweat drenched bodies  to suck our blood.<\/div>\n

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The Groundhog River is falling fast\u2026getting dangerously low.  Maybe even too low for the float plane to land.<\/div>\n

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Two more moose near camp tonight.<\/div>\n

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Walter Helstein if in very poor shape and a source of concern to the rest of us.   We all love him and his stories about the Depression years but a man 59 years  old  should<\/div>\n
not be doing this type of work.   Walter won\u2019t knock off though.  He insists on keeping up with the rest of us even if far behind.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered  today was 57,800 feet<\/div>\n

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We landed on the Groundhog River early in July.  By late July the water level had dropped more than four feet making any landing<\/div>\n
by float aircraft a problem.  Look at our dock \u2026 what a difference.<\/div>\n

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July 24<\/div>\n

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Floyd postponed the scheduled arrival of our food supplies over concern about river level.  We will do a test of water level<\/div>\n
to ensure no dead head logs are lurking where the Austin Airways Beaver must land.   On our way down river we came across a cow moose<\/div>\n
with its calf.  Both feeding in the shallows unaware of our presence.  Bob and  I let Floyd off on shore where he would try to scare them into<\/div>\n
an attempt at a river crossing.  Both began to swim across the channel.  Bob and I paddled madly putting our canoe between cow and calf <\/div>\n
forcing the calf to turn back.  This was not a nice thing to  do for the mother bawled and bawled and the calf was very frightened.  We took a <\/div>\n
couple of pictures and got out of the way so the calf could make a safe crossing.<\/div>\n

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After the separation of cow and calf we were able to get quite close to the terrified calf.   None of us felt good  about our little game so we<\/div>\n
never pressed the issue by getting close  enough to touch the calf.   Momma moose was  bawling throughout.<\/div>\n

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July 25<\/div>\n

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Today was  a great day.  The Austin Airways Beaver circled  a  couple of times  and  then set down perfectly. Jeff the pilot announced<\/div>\n
however \u201cthat he could  not get down again if the river drops  much  more.\u201d  Fresh food at last.  Three days of  fresh  meat before the<\/div>\n
blow flies lay their eggs.  Big time trouble though since we will not be in Base Camp for next few days.  The meat will be a gift to<\/div>\n
the blow flies.  The cooked  ham  might last longer.  We  stuffed ourselves.<\/div>\n

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Then spent the afternoon packing all we would need  for the next two weeks in pack sacks  with tump lines.  No luxuries as Floyd had<\/div>\n
decided  to set up a fly camp two miles  west of our Base Camp.   Those anomalies north of the Beaver Dam could not be surveyed<\/div>\n
properly if we had to spend  most of the day hiking.   What \u2018luxuries\u2019 had to be  rejected?  Lots.  Take our beds for instance. \u201cWe will be<\/div>\n
sleeping on spruce boughs  boys.\u201d  Even  then the loads on our backs  were really heavy.   To make matters  worse the skies  turned grey <\/div>\n
and rain began to fall as we lumbered along carefully stepping over windfalls  while keeping our eyes  on the tree blazes which had faded<\/div>\n
somewhat.<\/div>\n

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Our new camp is in the centre of a swamp.  Nothing better nearby.  For fresh water we dug a  deep hole and let the swamp water percolate <\/div>\n
down.   The flies are as  thick as ticks on a  cow\u2019s  nose.  Fly nets protect our ears  and eyes but the rest of our  bodies are fair game for<\/div>\n
the little and large sons  of bitches.<\/div>\n

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As dusk  began to fall we built a large bed  frame out of spruce logs and then filled it with a huge pile of spruce boughs.  Room for all<\/div>\n
four os us \u2026 if the lashed bed  frame held our weight\u2026which it did not.  Try sleeping on a corduroy road\u2026same as this bed.  No, we  do<\/div>\n
not snuggle together.  Who farted?<\/div>\n

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Distance travelled   10,500 feet<\/div>\n

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Floyd  and Bob constructed this pine bough bed before erecting our tent.   All four of us were expected to sleep on it.  They lashed<\/div>\n
spruce boles together and used the stumps  to keep  the bed two feet above the watery ground.  It worked for one night then collapsed.<\/div>\n

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July 26<\/div>\n

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We made our way two miles  on the new trail to the anomaly north of the beaver dam.  Damn transmitter failed.   Likely moisture in the coil.<\/div>\n
Floyd and Bob took it back to Base Camp while Walt and I cut 6,000 feet of new line.   I wonder if anyone understands  just how difficult living<\/div>\n
in the bush can be.  Just the simple act of walking is  a chore because the surface is littered with obstructions.   Moss covered windfalls are particularly <\/div>\n
dangerous as  they are tempting to step on yet super slippery.  Falling with a sharp axe is never worth the risk.  Even more lethal are the sharpened <\/div>\n
alder shrubs after they have been slashed.  So the trail is one continuous sequence of sharp spikes capable of going with through a boot, or foot, or hand or<\/div>\n
face.   No help available.<\/div>\n

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I managed to bring my copy of ‘Rovering to Success’ which  makes amusing reading. Linked to my plan to get a Bushman\u2019s thong.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered  30,600 feet  (six miles)<\/div>\n

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This  is our fly camp Number 1.  Very rough.  In the middle of a moss covered swamp.  We dug a pit for our water source.<\/div>\n

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July 27<\/div>\n

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Floyd and Bob got back with new coil and we all took off for the north anomaly arriving in mid afternoon.   Damned  if the E.M. transmitter didn\u2019t<\/div>\n
fail again.  Since I was designated to use the transmitter today the boys reasoned I would have to be the person to get it repaired.  Sounds<\/div>\n
easy?  Not so.  That meant I had to walk all the way back to our base camp\u2026through our fly camp\u2026about six miles from start to finish.  A long<\/div>\n
distance over broken ground.  Of course no reader would ever believe just how hard walking here had become.  Wet socks  and  wet boots made<\/div>\n
the walk even less enjoyable.   Then there is the matter of Fear.  Hiking alone in a dense forest can raise the hackles on a person\u2019s neck.  I imagined<\/div>\n
something was tracking me.  I would walk then stop abruptly and listen.  Whatever was tracking me did the same thing.  Was it a bear or even<\/div>\n
a cougar?  Or was it just my imagination.   Silly.   But try that kind of hiking yourself before you make a fast judgment.<\/div>\n

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Reached base camp in late afternoon.  Took a swim in the river then cooked a good sized meal.   Meat was already becoming questionable.<\/div>\n
We had a package of weiners that looked OK except for the gloss of white stuff that had oozed out.  Sticky stuff.  It was possible to pick up<\/div>\n
a weiner with one finger and drop it in the pot.  One finger?  Yes, the white glue like stuff was very sticky.  The weiners  did not kill me so I<\/div>\n
must assume the white glossy stuff was  some kind of preservative.<\/div>\n

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Packed up the new coil plus some extra food for the boys and  headed back to our fly camp arriving just as the sun was setting.  Scared?<\/div>\n
You bet I was scared on that lonely hike.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered  45,800 feet (about 9 miles)<\/div>\n

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The E. M. (Electro Magnetic) instrument consisted of two heavy coils of copper wire as above.  The signal passed from one coil to the<\/div>\n
other was an indicator of magnetism below the ground.  Where there was nothing magnetic the signal was  steady.  When over a<\/div>\n
magnetic anomaly the signals increased.  That was fine when the instrument worked\u2026not so fine when it did not work.<\/div>\n

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July 28<\/div>\n

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We were all  glad when a full day rainstorm hit us.  What a wonderful feeling to be wrapped up in a sleeping bag for the full day alternately<\/div>\n
reading sand dozing.  Floyd slid  a Mickey of scotch from a brown paper bag in his pack.  \u201cEnough here for all of us  to have a sip, boys\u2026that<\/div>\n
includes you Al if your Boy Scout training will allow.\u201d   I did not drink up until that point.  The small cup of Scotch  made our lazy day<\/div>\n
even better.<\/div>\n

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July 29<\/div>\n

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We used our old trails as much as possible then cut an extension to our northernmost anomaly\u2026the so  called  Arctic anomaly. Once again<\/div>\n
a nasty bit of swamp and twisted cedars.   Blazing and slashing brush can be dangerous at best of  times but when the branches  have elasticity then<\/div>\n
care is paramount.  Hit where a branch can be cut\u2026solid  contact. Hit the notches.   Hitting free swinging branches is pointless because the axe cannot do a thing except<\/div>\n
possible fall in a full arc and cut the axeman.  Gnarled wood is also problematic for it resists the axe more than expected.   <\/div>\n

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Another afternoon rainstorm caught us and soaked us.   Back at camp we lit a  big fire in a vain  attempt to dry our  clothes  for tomorrow\u2019s labour   We only<\/div>\n
had one set of  clothing since anything considered  extra  weight was discarded when we packed.  Whatever we carried had to be on our backs and that<\/div>\n
included the heavy Ronka Electro magnetic coils,  our food, our tent, our sleeping bags and Floyd\u2019s secret brown bagged bottle of scotch.<\/div>\n

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These pictures  are not terrific but they clearly show just what burdens  we carried to our fly camps.  This job was no bed of roses and that <\/div>\n
is for sure.  Remember these loads  were carried on blazed trails  criss crossed  with windfalls and bedded with sharp alder spikes from<\/div>\n
our slashing.  Another pain in the ass were the swamps whose surfaces were disguised by a thick bed of spongy moss and muskeg.<\/div>\n
The job was so exhausting that we vented our discontent with four letter words until even swearing was just too much wasted effort.  <\/div>\n

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Distance today   38,200 feet  (about 7 miles)<\/div>\n

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July 30<\/div>\n

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We were too wet to work  so we sat around the fire in our miserable wet clothing.  I feel dirty but probably not so bad since<\/div>\n
the wet clothes gave me a kind of sponge bath. Floyd volunteered to trek out to our <\/div>\n
Groundhog River base camp for some more food.   He made sure we all carried similar weight on the job\u2026and equal responsibilities<\/div>\n
including poor Walter who was overweight and seems to have spent a lot of time in Timmins socializing with unemployed cronies.<\/div>\n
I give Walter full marks.  He turned out to be a very tough customer\u2026hope he was paid more than the rest of us but expect that<\/div>\n
was not the case since he was the least experienced.<\/div>\n

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Our water supply, believe  it or not, is a problem in spite of the rain.   All water we  use is  in our little pit and  the rain did  not<\/div>\n
act as a filter so the drinking and cooking water is  cloudy.<\/div>\n

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July 31<\/div>\n

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We had  a real tough grind today lasting a cool 12 hours from seven to seven.   We did,  however, manage to finish work on the Arctic<\/div>\n
anomaly\u2026laid  out 6,000 feet of line in three two thousand feet length parallel to each other with four hundred feet between\u2026a grid.  The<\/div>\n
area is lively \u2026 some magnetite \u2026 as my compass was thrown off by 12 or more degrees.   So this  is a really important anomaly<\/div>\n
I think.<\/div>\n

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We got a nice fire going and lounged around listening to Walter reminisce about his life as a hobo in the Great Depression years.<\/div>\n
Sad at times\u2026comical at others.  \u201cThe trains were loaded with men going nowhere\u2026anywhere\u2026hopped into cattle cars.  Police<\/div>\n
in towns  and cities wold not let us  out.  They did not want any more welfare problems than they already had\u2026so we had to jump<\/div>\n
and run if we could.  Back and forth across Canada.  In  winter we yarded up in freight yards\u2026hobo jungles\u2026with the starving,<\/div>\n
the degenerate, the desperate, the dying.  These were not good years…Begging for garbage\u201d.<\/div>\n
Floyd had different stories. He had  been a cageman in a Kirkland Lake mine.  Took miners and machines up and down the shaft.<\/div>\n
Quit that job when a friend\u2019s cage broke and hurtled down the shaft killing him. \u201cScraped him of the bottom of the cage\u2019, as Floyd<\/div>\n
put it. He decided to stay in mining but work on the surface.<\/div>\n
Bob talked about the beauty of the foothills of the Rockies and the girls he had  met.  Then he was offered a job as  a geophysical<\/div>\n
technician complete with room and board.  Sounded good until he discovered what that meant really.  Wilderness life. Room is<\/div>\n
a tent\u2026board can be blow fly corrupted meat. After<\/div>\n
this job he is heading back to a mining college in Michigan.  My life experience was quite uneventful compared to theirs.<\/div>\n

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 The flickering fire made the whole evening very dramatic.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered   38,200 feet plus 6,000 lines\u202644,200 feet (about 8.5 miles)<\/div>\n

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AUGUST 1, 1958<\/div>\n

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Walt and I cut 6,000 feet of line south 20 degrees west from swamp camp.  I think  we hit our destination within 100 feet of spot <\/div>\n
located on our aerial photo. We struck a creek at the precise place on the photo.<\/div>\n

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In the evening I  patched my clothes with medical  tape and canvas patches (plus some glue).  It\u2019s  getting difficult to distinguish <\/div>\n
pants from patches.<\/div>\n

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Distance   12,200 feet (around 2 miles)<\/div>\n

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August 2, 1958<\/div>\n

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Although the  northern anomaly is not quite as detailed as desirable we cannot spend  another day working there.<\/div>\n

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I caught a baby rabbit this morning and  we placed him in a bag and hung it on a tree intending to keep him as a pet<\/div>\n
but while we were away he escaped.<\/div>\n

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As we returned  to camp a hurricane-like storm hit suddenly.  The sun was completely blackened out and then came high<\/div>\n
velocity winds strong enough to tear trees  out by their roots throwing them around  as if they were match sticks.  Some<\/div>\n
of these new windfalls  blocks our trail.   I have never in my life seen such a storm.  Ferocious.  Nature weeding out the<\/div>\n
sick and the dead I suppose.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered    30,000 feet  (6 miles)<\/div>\n

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August 3, 1958<\/div>\n

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The storm railed  all night\u2026including lightning and torrential rain.  Frightening but wonderful at same time.  Good thing too for now<\/div>\n
our water supply has been replenished and, more important, the supply plane will be able to land  back at our base camp<\/div>\n
on the Groundhog River maybe although not expected  until August 8.<\/div>\n

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In the afternoon Walt and I hiked  out of the swamp camp to our base camp for more food.  So many trees across our trail that<\/div>\n
we had to cut new  bypasses.<\/div>\n

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Distance travelled   21,000 feet (4 miles)<\/div>\n

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August 4, 1958<\/div>\n

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Completed Ronka survey of anomaly 18 south of swamp camp #1.  Sure must be something beneath us since the compass seemed<\/div>\n
very slow and  contradicted  itself on the backsights.  Probable magnetite ore body as  airborne mag suggested.  We cut 5,000 feet of <\/div>\n
new line.<\/div>\n

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Tired at night but relaxed as we traded stories around the campfire.  There is  a feeling of exhilaration when living this close to nature.<\/div>\n

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Our plotted data profiles showed clear presence of something since both instruments reacted\u2026the X ray magnetometer and the <\/div>\n
horizontal loop Ronka EM unit.  \u201cHow did the Ronka get its name?\u201d \u201cInventor guy\u2026physicist\u2026works for Huntec\u2026his machine.\u201d<\/div>\n

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The Ronka Electro Magnetic Instrument was the most important part of our survey work.  And it was heavy consisting of two large<\/div>\n
hoops of closely wound copper wire (see below) . Both hoops were attached together by a 100 foot electric cable and signals <\/div>\n
were received by a console carried by one of the men.  On ordinary surveys this instrument was heavy.  Our survey work meant <\/div>\n
we had to carry a  hell of lot more than the Ronka\u2026tents, sleeping bags, food, clothes, first aid  kits,  axes, a buck saw, pots and  pans\u2026etc.<\/div>\n

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August 5, 1958<\/div>\n

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Walt and I began blazing trail west 248 degrees but rain began after we had gone 600 feet forcing us back to camp.<\/div>\n

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\u201cYour turn to hike back to base camps for food, Al.\u201d I wonder if the other guys  get scared when they are alone<\/div>\n
in this  dense forest?  Do they imagine wild things are watching them?  Do they hear strange noises?  Do they run?<\/div>\n
Do they stop and slowly rotate around  360 just in case there is something?  They never say, so I best keep my mouth<\/div>\n
shut as well.   Back at base camp I tested  the  radio transmitter  which receives fine  but just will not transmit.  If we<\/div>\n
ever have a  serious injury, how the hell are we going to get help?  Since Walt and I are swinging blazing axes almost<\/div>\n
every day, the odds of an accident are falling from long to short.<\/div>\n

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Arrived  at base camp about five and  cooked myself a  big supper\u20262 cans of stew,  1 can of peaches, 1 box cookies and  3 cans<\/div>\n
of orange juice.   Then packed  up a lot of dry goods to carry back to Swamp Camp #1.  No  canned goods allowed  as they<\/div>\n
are too heavy so the guys will have to make do with a  lot of rolled  oats and  pancakes and my favourite French toast.  One <\/div>\n
heavy item is allowed.  Peanut butter\u2026we eat lots of that.<\/div>\n

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Slung the pack on my back and headed  west again hoping it would not get dark before I reached Swamp Camp #1.<\/div>\n
Arrived at 9 p.m.<\/div>\n

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Distance travelled:  22,200 feet (4  miles)<\/div>\n

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August 6, 1958<\/div>\n

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Walt and I continued blazing our trail to Anomaly #16\u2026west 248 degrees from Swamp Camp #1.  This  section of the bush is<\/div>\n
woven with windfalls  like a broken box of pick up sticks.  At western edge we struck two creeks needing bridges. Construction<\/div>\n
took a long enjoyable time.  Enjoyable?  Yes,  weather was perfect so  we took our time.  Waded in our bare feet.  Then we <\/div>\n
continued to point of the anomaly.<\/div>\n

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That night I collected some very strange luminous wood that we had been noticing all around  Swamp Camp #1.  Eerie effect looking<\/div>\n
out of our tent at the pin pricks of light.  It seems to be some kind of fungus  acting upon rotting wood.  Dark nights give our camp<\/div>\n
a ghost-like appearance.  My luminous collection was a failure though.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered:  13,000 feet (2.5 miles or thereabouts)<\/div>\n

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Walt and  I built two of these bridges.  The construction project was enjoyable \u2026 especially for our feet.<\/div>\n

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August 7, 1958<\/div>\n

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Tiring day as usual.<\/div>\n

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Finished blazing grid for Anomaly #16, then did survey with the Ronka which gave us some high readings<\/div>\n
that checked out with the magnetometer.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered: 20,500 feet (about 4 miles)<\/div>\n

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August 8, 1958<\/div>\n

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Big day today.  Austin Airways Beaver arrived.  Floyd and Bob packed out to Base Camp to meet the plane while<\/div>\n
Walt and I were left behind to break up Swamp Camp #1 and follow them later.  We had to sort things into two piles\u2026those <\/div>\n
worth taking and those to be abandoned and burned.  <\/div>\n

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We arrived in afternoon and were shocked to find  Floyd  gone.  He was being sent to a new project<\/div>\n
in Michigan.  That changes things.  We will be leaderless it seems.  But Bob will take over.  I have been elevated a notch to second  in command  which means darn little.<\/div>\n

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During our absence from Base Camp a black bear paid a visit and managed to get our twenty point ham which we had strung<\/div>\n
up high in a tree.  Then for some reason the bear decided to get into the cook tent and rummage around.  He did  not use<\/div>\n
the front door of the tent but ripped  a big hole in the side.<\/div>\n

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This was a really eventful day for not only did we get a new supply of food  but also a big pile of mail.<\/div>\n

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Why did  I get so many letters?\u2026huge pile of them.  Most had American stamps and I do not know that many Americans.<\/div>\n
Some smelled  of perfume.  At first I thought they had been sent to the wrong person but opening the first one read <\/div>\n
\u201cDear Alan\u201d.  These were some kind  of love letters\u2026maybe 30 or 40 from all over the United States.   One girl, writing in<\/div>\n
pencil, wanted to live  with me if I could send  her the fare to get here.  That was a laugh.  Imagine the shock she would<\/div>\n
find.  Perhaps I would have the greater shock though.   A lot were from nurses and  some of them were damn interesting\u2026well written\u2026lonely hearts stuff.<\/div>\n
Some of the girls  told horrifying stories about their living conditions   Abuse, poverty, desire to escape no matter what.<\/div>\n
How  come?   Why send these letters  to me?  Mystery was solved.  In the mail pack were two letters from Russ Vanstone and Jim Romaniuk\u2026they had  sent my<\/div>\n
name and address  to a lonely hearts club in the U.S.   Bob, Walt and  I enjoyed all the letters\u2026read them over and over<\/div>\n
again for the rest of the summer.  Most of them made me feel sad\u2026there were strong overtones of desperation.<\/div>\n

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Distance Covered:  10,500 feet<\/div>\n

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Pilot delivering mail and  taking Floyd out of the bush to a new job in Michigan. <\/div>\n

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A black bear managed to get our 20 pound cooked ham even though we had  strung it high up in this  tree.  How did the bear do  it?<\/div>\n

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The bear also  ripped this hole in our cook tent and then rummaged around for food.   He did not pop open the canned goods thankfully.<\/div>\n

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August 9, 1958<\/div>\n

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 Bob Hilkar spent the day reorganizing our targets while waiting for a new <\/div>\n
man to be flown in from South Porcupine.   This gave us a chance to do our washing\u2026clothes and bodies.  We were all covered with<\/div>\n
layer after layer of fly repellent along with smoke from our cook fires.  The dirt is  not all bad since it seems to make us less appealing to<\/div>\n
the flies\u2026moose flies, deer flies, mosquitoes, black flies, sand  flies, ground wasps, blow flies.<\/div>\n

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What a great day.  We gorged ourselves on the fresh  food knowing it would not last once the bear and the blow flies  got wind of it.<\/div>\n
So we had  steaks, fresh vegetables, some bananas and  one whole watermelon.<\/div>\n

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The bear must have been watching close by on the opposite river bank.  There he stood for a moment like a big black rock. <\/div>\n
 I got a shot of him with my camera but he was too far away and<\/div>\n
too quick to clear out.<\/div>\n

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August 10, 1958<\/div>\n

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We packed the canoe and headed  downstream\u2026i.e. north for the Groundhog River flows north to James Bay which is part of <\/div>\n
the huge Hudson\u2019s  Bay watershed.  \u201cAnother swamp camp, boys, pack lightly.\u201d We cut line eastward  from the river for half a mile<\/div>\n
where we struck a  trap line and decided to follow it in the desperate hope we would reach the new anomaly without the work of<\/div>\n
blazing.  But we were disappointed for the trappers trail began to angle north rather than east.<\/div>\n

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This must be the trapper who left his traps open for some reason when he took his first out in the spring.  Or he had died.  We were<\/div>\n
constantly finding open traps on the creeks and beaver dams.  Some had the skeletons of dead  animals and a couple had<\/div>\n
been recently snapped shut on the legs of a  mink and  a muskrat.   Why do this unnecessary killing?  Leg hold traps are really<\/div>\n
inhumane for they hold the animal in great distress.   Some animals chew their own legs off to make an escape.<\/div>\n

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We  retraced  out steps and  went back to base camp #1 resolved to try to reach the eastern anomaly again tomorrow\u2026this time<\/div>\n
blazing a trail as  we packed in.  No easy task to blaze while  carrying everything needed in huge packs.<\/div>\n

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As we returned up river we noticed  something large and  white on the river shore.  It was  a large moose head complete with<\/div>\n
a perfect set of antlers.  \u201cYou want it, Al?\u201d  \u201cSure do.\u201d  So  we wedged the thing in the canoe and I planned to get it back to Toronto<\/div>\n
one way or another.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered:   16,000 feet (mostly wasted)<\/div>\n

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My trophy from the Groundhog River job\u2026a moose head found on the banks of the Groundhog River.<\/div>\n

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Photo was taken earlier in summer because my hair is short and no beard.  But picture makes point that Walter and Bob and me are now<\/div>\n
a three man crew after Floyd was taken from us.  We needed a fourth man and got Hopkins on a return flight.<\/div>\n

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By midsummer, I was  a darn sight thinner.<\/div>\n

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August 11, 1958<\/div>\n

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Walt and I were sent upstream (southwards in other words) about a  mile  and  half with orders to extend <\/div>\n
the trail we had cut back on July 24.  Almost immediately this became extremely difficult a we hit an alder swamp about 800 feet wide<\/div>\n
with water at various depths.  Alder shrubs  are very difficult to slash on dry land  as they are thin and<\/div>\n
elastic like.  A swipe with a blazing axe does nothing unless the cut is aimed close to the ground.  And  when severed the decapitated<\/div>\n
alder remain as  a giant spike capable of penetrating our gum rubber boots.  In this swamp cutting was super difficult as<\/div>\n
the alder roots were under the water.   Swinging an axe for an underwater cut is just about impossible.   To make matters worse<\/div>\n
in the centre of the swamp  was open water\u2026a large stream.  So we had to bridge another bridge.<\/div>\n

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As if these problems were not big enough, we came across a number of water snakes of various  length.<\/div>\n

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While  returning to camp we startled up another bull moose.  More moose in here than  people.,<\/div>\n

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Distance travelled:  16,000 feet<\/div>\n

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August 12, 1958<\/div>\n

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Stormy weather until late afternoon when sky cleared and Austin Airways sent in the Beaver with our new man, Robert Hopkins.<\/div>\n
First bush  job for him\u2026he is about my age\u2026hope he can handle a  blazing axe.<\/div>\n

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August 13, 1958<\/div>\n

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We packed food supplies and  placed them in a cache using trail cut on August 10.  Then we extended the trail for a  mile and  a half.<\/div>\n
Robert Hopkins is  nice enough but has never handled an axe before and keeps swinging at thin branches.  Axe bounces  back\u2026very <\/div>\n
dangerous.  \u201cHit where the branch joins the tree.\u201d  Wish he would do this as  his actions are dangerous.<\/div>\n

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The swamp apples are ripe\u2026big orange berries  on a small ground  plant in the swamps.  Sweet taste\u2026too sweet really.<\/div>\n

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Water on the river is low  again so many areas have rapids.  We got caught in a cross eddy which turned us  broadside to <\/div>\n
the river flow and then jammed us  on the rocks.   The canoe did  not overturn as we pushed and pulled  it back from the<\/div>\n
rocks and shot down a  kind of chute.  Only damage was a punctured bow.<\/div>\n

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Distance Covered\u201d  21,000 feet<\/div>\n

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August 14,  1958<\/div>\n

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Rain again\u2026all day long until 8 p.m. at night.  Spent day reading and talking.<\/div>\n

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August 15, 1958<\/div>\n

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Today we moved our cache of food two miles deeper towards future Swamp Camp #2 then blazed new trail another mile to our objective which is<\/div>\n
a branch of Hicks Creek.   The temperature hovered around  35 degrees all day.  Damn cold, especially so since leaves and  trees are still wet from<\/div>\n
the rain yesterday.  Absolutely miserable.  Shivered from 6 a.m. to 7 p.m.  End result was  a trail to our new fly camp.   We trekked out to the Groundhog<\/div>\n
River and back to Base Camp.  Tomorrow we will pack in our instruments, tent, sleeping bags and cooking gear to Swamp Camp #2.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered     31,500 feet<\/div>\n

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August 16, 1958<\/div>\n

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Packed canoe with essentials and motored north on river to strike point of departure eastward  on new trail to Swamp Camp #2.  Three miles.<\/div>\n
We passed by our earlier food Cache in order to set up tents as fast as possible then Robert and  I went back for the food.  Bob Hilkar and<\/div>\n
Walter built large elevated spruce bough bed for the four of us  to try to sleep upon.  \u201cTry to sleep\u201d that is.<\/div>\n

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Weather has become much colder. Frost in the morning.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered:  22,000 feet (about 4 miles  plus)<\/div>\n

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Swamp Camp #2 is miserable<\/div>\n

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August 17<\/div>\n

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Rain and extreme cold  weather kept us in our sleeping bags  all day.  This search  for an anomaly is going badly and will take longer<\/div>\n
than expected  so  we decided to ration our food  supply.<\/div>\n

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August 18, 1958<\/div>\n

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This terrible forest collected its pound  of flesh  today as we succeeded in cutting two miles deeper to the east.  Our clothes were soaked<\/div>\n
by showers twice.  And we had to wade across a creek once.  Sun came out later thankfully.<\/div>\n

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Compass problems  again as the Brunton and  Silva compasses give slightly different directions.  Our error or compass defect?<\/div>\n

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Distance covered:  24,000 feet (nearly five miles)<\/div>\n

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August 19, 1958<\/div>\n

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Hard  day.  Seems  all the work days  are hard days and  this one is no exception.  We  cut line in a generally southern direction.<\/div>\n
Then all work stopped when Robert Hopkins cut his  hand  with a  blazing axe.   Bad cut.  I wrapped  it with a rough tourniquet and stopped<\/div>\n
the bleeding.  Will it heal?  Or will we have to get him out by bush plane?<\/div>\n

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Distance travelled   29,000 feet<\/div>\n

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August 20, 1958<\/div>\n

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Twelve hour trips on our blazed trails are not easy.  No one, and I mean no one, will ever understand how hard this job has become.<\/div>\n
We thought Robert\u2019s injury yesterday would heal but today he sliced himself again\u2026right to the bone.   He had  never handled  an axe before<\/div>\n
and chose to ignore  instructions  and kept swinging at twigs and light branches.  His  axe bounced back of course and this second  time<\/div>\n
cut himself damn close to an  artery.  Looks like some tendons may be severed.  We washed  the blood from the wound and then applied  another<\/div>\n
tourniquet made from strips of my shirt\u2026picked  the cleanest parts we could  rip.   <\/div>\n

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By evening his hand  had swollen up and he was in severe pain. Gave him some sulpha hoping that would help him sleep.  Nothing we could<\/div>\n
do until dawn and then we must make fast tracks back to the river and motor down to our Base camp where we could radio for an emergency<\/div>\n
flight to get Robert out to hospital.  Getting out of this  camp will take all day.   No hope for an emergency flight until tomorrow.<\/div>\n
Infection is a big worry.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered   29,500 feet\u2026very difficult terrain peppered  with tag alder and windfalls.<\/div>\n

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Robert Hopkins was hired to replace Floyd but just did not work out.  He cut himself badly twice when his blazing axe bounced of some light branches<\/div>\n
of tag alder.  He was warned not to hit light branches but to aim his cuts at places where branches  joined the main trunk.   Getting him out was a<\/div>\n
real exercise for us\u2026Took 2.5 days and by then infection had set in.  Looked like tendons were cut as well.   Our tourniquet stopped the bleeding but<\/div>\n
we could do  little to arrest infection.<\/div>\n

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August 21, 1958<\/div>\n

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Robert\u2019s hand is now discoloured which  is  a sure sign of infection.   First Aid  kit is little use at this point.  We must get him out.<\/div>\n
So began the long hike to our canoe at the river and then motoring five miles upstream to our base camp where we sent an SOS<\/div>\n
call.   Plane arrived  and  Robert Hopkins was no longer part of our crew.<\/div>\n

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Walt and I spent day cutting line south 1,000 feet and  east 3,000 feet to a new anomaly.   With only three of us progress  is going to be slow.<\/div>\n

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We were startled to discover an old trappers shack deep in the bush.   About as primitive a building as can be imagined\u2026.Pyramid  shape.<\/div>\n
The trapper must have used this  as a very temporary home because it was  really only a pile of logs leaning into each other.<\/div>\n

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Distance Travelled   7,400 feet<\/div>\n

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We came across tis trappers shack in the middle of nowhere.   It must have been used  for overnight habitation.  Hardly liveable.<\/div>\n

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August 22, 1958<\/div>\n

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Bob Hilkar returned by float plane bringing good  news.  I passed  my Grade 13 departmental exams \u2026enough to gain<\/div>\n
entrance to University of Toronto.   All the money earned  on this job will just pay for my entrance fees.   <\/div>\n

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Walt, Bob and  I retraced our trail south to the farthest anomaly. Bad news!   Our cable joining the two Ronka coils broke which  meant<\/div>\n
that all the walking to get to the site was wasted effort.  We returned to camp and  soldered he broken section back together.<\/div>\n

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Came across an abandoned beaver dam.   Looked like it have been abandoned for a long time but it still managed<\/div>\n
to dam up a large basin of water.  Amazing little creatures.<\/div>\n

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Distance travelled   25,000 feet<\/div>\n

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August 23,  1958<\/div>\n

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Another attempt to run the Ronka over the southern anomaly failed when the big cable got severed  where it joins  the console.<\/div>\n
This  was not easy to repair.   The break in the cable meant we had to retrace out steps once more.  Hours and hours<\/div>\n
of wasted time.  <\/div>\n

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Walt and I did manage to cut a little more of survey line to the east.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered:  25,000 feet walking and 7,500 feet of new line cut<\/div>\n

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August 24, 1958<\/div>\n

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Rain!  Wonderful rainstorm.  No work on the anomalies.   Our survey situation is getting serious though for we are running out of time.<\/div>\n
We plan a big push tomorrow and  will try to finish the entire area in next couple of days.  Must do  so because a relief plane is<\/div>\n
due on August 27 when our Base Camp on the Groundhog River will be abandoned and  a  new base camp built on Kapik  Lake<\/div>\n
far to the west.  We will get there by air with all our gear.<\/div>\n

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We had a bit of a laugh in the evening when Walt salted all our tea thinking he was  adding sugar.<\/div>\n

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August 25,  1958<\/div>\n

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Somehow between 7 a.. and  7 p.m. we managed to finish the remaining two anomalies.  Not easy to do but then again nothing on<\/div>\n
this  job has turned out to be easy to do.   In spite of it all we felt nostalgic  as we sat around the campfire knowing that this camp<\/div>\n
would exist no longer.  No one said very much really.  We just sat there feeling we were leaving a home in spite of all the adversities.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered:  44,700 feet  (almost 9 miles)<\/div>\n

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August 26, 1958<\/div>\n

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If I had  to pinpoint the worst day  on the job it would be today, August 26, 1958, when we abandoned the eastern fly camp.  There were only <\/div>\n
three of  us now\u2026Bob Hilkar, Walter Helstein and me.   When this  camp was  set up there were four of us and we made three trips<\/div>\n
into the camp with gear and food from caches along the way.  To get out was going to be difficult so we began to pile absolutely essential<\/div>\n
gear in three piles\u2026one for each  of us.  \u201cDiscard  everything you can, boys.\u201d said Bob.  So we did\u2026the discard pile contained  rope, food,<\/div>\n
Robert\u2019s backboard, books, some cooking gear, even spare clothing.  In spite of that the piles we had to carry were back breaking.<\/div>\n
The tent in particular was a load in itself because it was still wet from the rains.<\/div>\n

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I  am not proud of my behaviour this day.  My load  was  so big that each step was a problem.  Would  I make to the river?  I became <\/div>\n
convinced that my load was  much heavier than Bob Hilkar\u2019s and I said so.  \u201cMy load  is unbearable while yours  is  light.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t we switch  loads then?\u201d, said Bob.  We switched.   I was wrong\u2026terribly wrong.  His load included the wet tent\u2026heavier<\/div>\n
than my load.  He was our point man so I could  not see his face but I felt he was grinning.  He knew how heavy the tent had become and<\/div>\n
was glad to switch.  I  could hardly start to whine again so had to grin and bear the situation.  Forget about the word  grin.  The pain<\/div>\n
was  excruciating.   The end result was  hard to believe.  My load had been tied  to a sturdy metal pack frame.  By the time we reached  the river<\/div>\n
that pack frame had bent into a circle and had to be discarded.  The other pack  frames were also ruined.   Somehow we all lived through<\/div>\n
the trek.   Bob Hilkar did not say much but the look in his eye was an \u2018I told  you so\u2019 look.   <\/div>\n

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Our bad day was  not over.   When  we finally reached Base Camp  #1, we found it to be a shambles.  The black bear had returned<\/div>\n
only this time he ripped  his way into our sleeping tent.   Nothing to eat in there so his or her decision was  a  mystery.   Any food<\/div>\n
left in the camp was gone except for the canned goods some of which had been crushed but not opened.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered     15,000 feet   (nearly three miles)<\/div>\n

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This was  only part of the load.  On top of the rectangular pack was placed one of the Ronka hoops made of wound copper wire\u2026a super heavy load.  what we left<\/div>\n
behind will never be found  for no one will return to the eastern anomalies since the readings were low compared with the western<\/div>\n
anomalies.  Then again maybe the trapper is not dead and will return to his trap line late in the fall and  find what remains of or  cache.<\/div>\n
No, the bears will get there first.<\/div>\n

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August 27, 1958<\/div>\n

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I woke late tonight with a funny feeling.   Did not know why for a few moments.  Admired how the moon lit up the inside of our tent.  Then a cloud passed  by<\/div>\n
blotting out the moon.  Only it was not a cloud.  it was the bear\u2026he was on the other side of the tent wall\u2026maybe three feet from my body encased<\/div>\n
in my sleeping bag.  His  shadow blotted  out the moonlight.   I held my breath.  Then his  shadow just moved  down the tent wall and out of our<\/div>\n
lives.   He stole no food  that night.  Probably he could smell us and I am told bears  do not like the smell of human beings.  Our smell was particularly<\/div>\n
strong that night.<\/div>\n

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In the morning we tore apart Base Camp #1 and  packed everything on the dock and  shoreline.  Late in the afternoon the Beaver float plane arrived and was  <\/div>\n
loaded for the short hop to Kapik Lake a  few miles to the west where we set up our new  Base Camp.  What a difference.  The new camp is  nestled in climax forest <\/div>\n
of birch  and poplar trees high on a hill where fresh  wind blows.  We were out of the swamps.  <\/div>\n

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A strange thing happened the day we left Base Camp #1..   Something not really  relevant but strange all the same.  Our makeshift dock began  to attract great clouds of<\/div>\n
deer flies.  Deer flies are nasty creatures that like human  flesh and human blood.  Chevrons on their wings. They had  been torturing us every day since our arrival.  Yet this<\/div>\n
day, August 27, 1958, they were  not biting.  Instead they were clustering in pods under the dock.  Wedging themselves into a great pack of their brethren<\/div>\n
and dying all pressed together.  Hundreds of them, maybe a thousand.  Made no sense but it is a clear unusual  memory.  We did not try to dissuade them  from this  mass suicide.<\/div>\n

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We had a new employee arrive to replace Robert Hopkins.   Mack Deisert is  a tough man who is familiar with heavy tools.  For a time he worked  underground<\/div>\n
in the gold  mines of Timmins.  Why he no longer was a full time miner became evident as we talked around the camp fires.  \u201cThere were all kinds of  ways to<\/div>\n
high grade gold from the  Timmins mines.  Lunch pails worked  for a  while but stealing gold that way was a little too obvious\u2026small amounts  under fingernails or in false  teeth specially<\/div>\n
made by local dentists.  Some gold was smuggled out in shoe  heels\u2026sounds stupid  I know but remember just an ounce of gold  was worth money\u2026high graders  got 50% of the face value of gold.  Lots of buyers in Timmins.  A miner or a shift boss sees a streak of raw gold<\/div>\n
in a hunk of rock\u2026not common but occasionally  appears\u2026he  slips a chunk in his pocket then  gets to a place where he hammers the chunk and get smaller piece with more gold\u2026then has to figure how to<\/div>\n
get it out.  A wink to a foreman might do  it.    Most of the high grade gold is ground down right in the mine.  A miner comes upon a vein with raw gold…  he just chips  out a chunk<\/div>\n
knocks of the crap and keeps a bit of gold for himself. Small pieces are easy to hide.  Some say millions worth of high grade gold hidden and  sold in Timmins.  Miners today  are checked by security guys<\/div>\n
every shift.  Big signs in the mine condemn high graders.   Those  signs would  not be up if there was not a problem.  Illegal  gold\u2026common knowledge  about <\/div>\n
who to contact.\u201d  Mack seemed to know a lot about high grading gold\u2026maybe he got caught and that was why he took a job with us.  Or he was bull shitting a good<\/div>\n
story around  a campfire.  Whether his stories were true or not , Mac was certainly an  entertaining character.  <\/div>\n

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 To Mack a blazing Axe was  child\u2019s play.   He was unlikely to hurt himself for he knew<\/div>\n
the consequences  of a wilderness injury.<\/div>\n

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Our new fourth man  was  Mack Deisert standing on  the pontoon while the pilot clears up  a few details, perhaps  related to money.<\/div>\n
Mac was quite an entrepreneur.  No fucking around with him.<\/div>\n
Mac  arrived  just as we were moving to Kapik Lake with all our gear\u2026August 27, 1958<\/div>\n

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Supper was special.  Fresh food.  We dined on veal cutlets, string beans, potatoes, tea and \u2018fresh bread\u2019.   Our bread was soon stale\u2026dru  <\/div>\n
or mouldy\u2026god bread got very <\/div>\n
crusty as time wore on in camp.  Mouldy  bread  was garbage.  The only way to soften dry bread up was a French Toast concoction we made regularly\u2026water, powdered milk, a couple of<\/div>\n
eggs while they lasted, some butter and a hot frying pan.  French  toast could be stretched out and become a bush lunch when lathered with<\/div>\n
peanut butter.   It Got to taste really good.  We could do the same thing with porridge.  Hot in the morning.  Then a slab of cold oats as a jelly like lunch<\/div>\n
If firm enough the cold  porridge could also be lathered with peanut butter.   All this was  washed down with tea boiled in a<\/div>\n
fruit can tin with a wire looped over so the billy tin could hang on a stick over an open fire.  When we  ran  out of real tea  we used Labrador tea, a<\/div>\n
local plant whose leaves were fuzzy on the bottom. Easy to  find. Questionable alternative. No alcohol on the job.   Beer would weigh <\/div>\n
far too much anyway.<\/div>\n

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August 28, 1958<\/div>\n

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Rain\u2026wonderful  rain.  So  we got a day of rest\u2026well not quite that for we had to get our new campsite ship shape.  Kapik Lake is not<\/div>\n
big, just enough room for the Beaver to take off and land.  \u201cWhat\u2019s that over on the other side?\u201d \u201cLooks like a canoe.\u201d  Sure enough, some<\/div>\n
person  had abandoned  a canoe on the lake.  No sign of a cabin so it might have been a fisherman or trapper.  We rescued it. complete with<\/div>\n
paddles and had  transportation for leisure evenings to tour the little lake.  Maybe this was here for fly in fishermen.   Maybe Kapik Lake <\/div>\n
was full of fish.  Little good that would do us for we had no fishing gear.<\/div>\n

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Kapik Lake was inhabited by some strange mole like creatures on one of the little islands and a family of Loons<\/div>\n
who serenaded us regularly.<\/div>\n

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Maybe Kapik Lake was one of those fly in fishing lakes that rich  people use which came complete with a cook to fry up<\/div>\n
whatever they catch.  Our use of the lake was far less fancy.   Rich fishermen, if hey arrived while we  were, would have<\/div>\n
been flabbergasted at our basic diet of porridge.  I cut these carrots our of a local paper after the job  was over.  Made<\/div>\n
me laugh.<\/div>\n

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Our Kapik Lake Campsite<\/div>\n

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Kapik Lake aerial photo taken by  Huntec Canso aircraft<\/div>\n

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Walt put the tea bags in with our pork and beans tonight which gave us all  a good laugh.   Then Walt asked \u201cDo you want to<\/div>\n
to know how to speak Eskimo?\u201d and proceeded to teach us the language which I think he made up as he went along.  Then again<\/div>\n
he did work as a diamond driller at Rankin Inlet. <\/div>\n

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August 29, 1958<\/div>\n

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Walt and I cut line south 221 degrees. Easy work this time because the big trees shaded out the brush.  What a luxury\u2026we could slap our<\/div>\n
axes on one side of a big poplar then the other and move by easy  line of sight.  Summer was over suddenly and the trees were changing colour<\/div>\n
The bush forest was becoming a land of red and gold.  The down side of this season change was  the arrival of cold  weather.  All summer<\/div>\n
we had been complaining about the hot  sweaty days.  Now we complained about the cold.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered   12,000 feet (easy day)<\/div>\n

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August 30, 1958<\/div>\n

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Rain again.  Spent most of the day in our  sleeping bags.  I planned  my short term future.  University bound.  Thoughts of the University of Toronto made <\/div>\n
me very nervous.  Dad was  a tire builder and mom was a seamstress.  Most my other relatives were farmers.  So the prospect of  a university education<\/div>\n
was novel and made me nervous not that I told anyone.   My good friends Russ and Jim would be doing the same thing and  were probably nervous as  well.<\/div>\n
Money made on this job would pay my first year fees of $400.<\/div>\n

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Our radio weather report warned of heavy frost tonight so we started to assemble our new air-tite wood stove.  The hole in the tent left by the bear was the exit <\/div>\n
point for the stovepipe.   The big birch trees in this  climax forests means we have lots of excellent firewood that splits with ease.   Comfort!  And the smell<\/div>\n
of the wood  stove is like the best perfume imaginable.<\/div>\n

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The only bad  news today was that our fresh  meat had already gone bad.  It would not pass the nose test.<\/div>\n

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September 1, 1958<\/div>\n

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Cold  \u2026 really cold all day.  Just above freezing which meant the raindrops on the forest leaves were like little ice daggers penetrating our clothes.We <\/div>\n
spent the day extending Bob And Mack’s trail to the northern anomaly.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered   33,000 feet<\/div>\n

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September 2, 1958<\/div>\n

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Another long hard  12 hour day.  We finished blazing our trail to where we figured  the anomaly was  located then did the survey with the Ronka and magnetometer.<\/div>\n

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My gum rubber boots have holes big enough for my socks to poke through which means I am working every day in wet feet.   Each night we pull off our boots<\/div>\n
and  peel down the wet socks then massage our feet.   Bad feet would mean no work.   <\/div>\n

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Distance covered\u201d   37,000 feet  (about 7 miles)<\/div>\n

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September 3, 1958<\/div>\n

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Another brute of a storm night and day.  The tent is  billowing in the wind like a great hot air balloon.<\/div>\n

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September 4, 1958<\/div>\n

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Bob and I finished  the north anomaly with both the Ronka EM unit and the magnetometer.<\/div>\n

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In the evening Walt and  I stalked  a crane in the shallows of Kapik Lake then stayed  out on the lake to watch  the sun set.  Magnificent.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered    33,000 feet<\/div>\n

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We finished cutting trail to south anomaly ten did reconnaissance survey with the Ronka EM unit and the magnetometer.   No conductor<\/div>\n
was discovered or confirmed.<\/div>\n

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Well, we  are in food trouble.  All our staple foods have  been  consumed\u2026bread, meat, potatoes,  fruit and butter.  So we have to make do with<\/div>\n
what we can concoct which tonight constituted a can of peas and  carrots, big pile of  rice topped with bacon fat gravy and followed by cookies<\/div>\n
for dessert.<\/div>\n

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Mack and Walt really entertained us  with fascinating stories of the \u2018high graders\u2019 operating in the Timmins gold mines\u2026Dome Ming Company and  MacIntyre Mines, etc.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered   32,000 feet<\/div>\n

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September 6, 1958<\/div>\n

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Stayed awake all night as lightning flashes and  thunder made  sleep difficult.  Very dramatic.  We kept the wood fire burning most of the night and as a result<\/div>\n
felt really cosy in our tent.   In the morning I began packing my rucksack for the job is nearly over.   Trans Canada Airline has Viscount air service to Toronto which<\/div>\n
sounds exciting.   This was my last day as  cook so  I made a large stew of whatever odds and ends  I could find including the bacon rind on our slab of pork<\/div>\n
sowbelly.    Not such a bad  dinner.   To give it a little more body I slipped in a  cupful of rolled oats.  Inventive.<\/div>\n

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Tragedy struck today when  we came upon Walter Helstein unconscious  on the trail with an alder spike driven through his hand.   We think he was<\/div>\n
lying there for an hour or two with this very serious wound.   We revived him and helped him get back to our campsite where the wound was<\/div>\n
washed and bandaged.  Walter took some  sulpha pills to numb the pain.  Not sure if that works.  Pain is severe.  We were afraid this  would happen<\/div>\n
for Walter had  a habit of stepping on moss covered windfalls rather than stepping over them.  Slippery rotten windfalls are dangerous. <\/div>\n

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Walter has  been with us for the whole summer which surprised us all for he seemed  too old and too out of shape for the kind of work we were<\/div>\n
doing.  But Walt persisted and turned out to be a joy to work with.   He is 40 years older than me yet we worked as a team blazing trails that<\/div>\n
criss crossed some very nasty parts  of this wilderness.  We radioed  for an SOS service but failed  to make contact.  Weather is bad with<\/div>\n
heavy cloud cover.<\/div>\n

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A terrible picture but maybe that makes it more authentic. Walter was badly  hurt.<\/div>\n

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We  left Walter in the tent for the day  and set out  to find our last underground conductor.  We failed to find it.<\/div>\n

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Distance covered   34,000 feet<\/div>\n

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September 8, 1958<\/div>\n

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Walt was in severe pain all night. Moaning. By morning his hand was swollen and red fingers of  infection were apparent.  When the Beaver arrived Walt and<\/div>\n
I boarded.  Walt was stretched out in the back.   Both of us were finished.  As soon as we landed at South Porcupine Walter was taxied to the Timmins hospital.<\/div>\n
Sad.  I doubted we would ever see each other again and  wanted to say how much I had enjoyed working with him.  There was not time for farewell though.<\/div>\n
The taxi was waiting as soon as  we got tied  to the dock.  I  could see the pain in  Walter\u2019s face as he waved good bye.<\/div>\n

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There are some people that are unforgettable.  Walter Helstein is one such person.   We worked together in one of the toughest jobs I have ever had and this picture of Walter will give you some idea of what<\/div>\n
that job was like.  Look Closely  Walter is standing in water\u2026over his boot tops.  His blazing axe in his hand and  his tea cup  tied to his braces with the stub of  a cigarette in his mouth.   Much of our summer was<\/div>\n
spent in such conditions.   After his tragic accident I never saw him again but heard  that he spent 8 months in the hospital. <\/div>\n

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Although this picture  does  not look like I was enjoying myself.  And  much of the time i was not.  But actually I was quite proud  of myself.<\/div>\n
I had survived and done my job faithfully with just two temper tantrums when the job got unbearable.  Walter never threw a tantrum but<\/div>\n
instead  laughed  at me along with Floyd  and Bob.  Actually I came to love the job\u2026to love the battle with nature\u2026too find I could  survive<\/div>\n
in the worst of conditions.   My success in this job led to another six years working for Hunting Technical and Exploration Services.<\/div>\n
In  retrospect the jobs were a great privilege\u2026something that few human beings will ever experience.  <\/div>\n

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Our Kapik Lake camp\u2026by this  time I had fallen in love with the job complete with the trials, loneliness, failures, successes and<\/div>\n
even the Spartan food.   There is a term for that condition\u2026\u201dBushed\u201d   I remember as if it was yesterday as the plane circled the<\/div>\n
lake coming to get us out.  That circling meant the end of the adventure.  But I did not want it to end.  Such an experience  could<\/div>\n
never be replicated.    Maybe we should just send Walter out.  He needed help urgently.  Maybe the rest of  us could continue<\/div>\n
searching for  anomalies  until freeze up.  Thoughts only.  I knew it was over.   No more carving trails to places where human feet ha<\/div>\n
never trod before.  No more comradery around a night campfire with stories, obscenities, laugher.  No more contact with any of<\/div>\n
the crew ever again except for Floyd Faulkner who next summer insisted on calling me by the affectionate term , Fucking Al.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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By the end of the summer Walter and I had  walked and blazed 206.3 miles on our own<\/div>\n
trails through the bush.   That is almost the distance  from Toronto to North Bay.  Hard  to<\/div>\n
believe?  Even today, March 27, 2019, I find  it hard to believe myself.<\/div>\n

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The clerk in the Airport Hotel hesitated  when I  asked for a room for the day only.  Little wonder\u2026two months growth of hair and beard, pants <\/div>\n
patched with Canvas, Gum rubbers with my socks poking through holes and a  packsack that looked like  I had been living rough for a long time (which\u2019<\/div>\n
is true come to think of it.)   Had my first real bath of he summer and then called  Timmins airport to reserve a flight this evening.  Next was a little <\/div>\n
tricky.  I asked CN Express  to ship my baggage back  to Toronto.  Why Tricky?  Because a big part of the baggage was the skull and antlers<\/div>\n
of that bull moose  we found on the bank of the Groundhog River.  Phoned  home\u2026mom and dad surprised.  \u201cBe home tonight.\u201d<\/div>\n
Then got a shave, haircut and  a big ice cream sundae.<\/div>\n

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Bob and  Mack arrived shortly after 12 and we loaded our equipment in the Land  Rover. which had  been stripped of all easily detached<\/div>\n
equipment\u2026hub caps and spare tire.   Bob  drove me to Timmins Airport where I got my first restaurant meal since July.  Huntec had <\/div>\n
promised to cover room and board for the duration of my employment with them.   No luxury involved, that\u2019s for sure.<\/div>\n

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I boarded the Viscount just as the sun was  beginning to set on the western horizon. \u201cWould you like a Peak  Freen biscuit and glass<\/div>\n
of lemonade, sir?\u201d  Wow!  This was  going to be a great flight.  I nursed the lemonade for a long time and just nibbled  at the shortbread\u2026loving<\/div>\n
them both.   Now,  decades later, I can still place myself  on that Viscount rolling and lifting into the sunset.<\/div>\n

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We landed at Sudbury, then North Bay and  finally Toronto about mid night.  What a greeting.  Russ Vanstone, Red Stevenson, Jim Romaniuk and<\/div>\n
my brother Eric  along with mom and  dad.  Eric  had a huge hand printed  sign saying \u201cGo back, Al.\u201d  Jim Romaniuk asked about the<\/div>\n
lonely hearts letters.  \u201cLet me have them Al, Might find a girl friend  there.\u201d  \u201cTry the girl from Florida with the pencilled note\u2026she\u2019s ready to<\/div>\n
move up here if you send her the fare.\u201d   Russ drove us all home to our place where mom and  dad <\/div>\n
had prepared  all  kinds  of food.  After that I fell asleep in a real bed.<\/div>\n
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September 9, 2019<\/div>\n

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Dr Paterson phoned early in the morning.  \u201cCan you come to the office, Alan, maybe help with the results\u2026there are things we need to know urgently.\u201d<\/div>\n
So everyone was gathered around the aerial photos hoping I could remember where the top anomalies were located.  I am not sure how much<\/div>\n
help I could provide.  \u201cMcIntyre Mines  want to know right away.\u201d  That comment reminded me that our summer living rough was really a big secret.<\/div>\n
I really could not spot all the anomalies where we got high readings but did the best I could.   Dr. Paterson was very serious and professional\u2026a bit<\/div>\n
intimidating.  I am not sure that he knew my job had been swinging a blazing axe most of the summer.  I certainly did not say that.  I did put a word<\/div>\n
in for Walter Helstein hoping that the company would help  out or totally pay his medical bills.  Not sure what happened to Walter but heard by<\/div>\n
the grapevine that he never fully recovered. <\/div>\n

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 There was one<\/div>\n
nice outcome of that last meeting.  Dr. Paterson looked  me in the eye and said, \u201cHow would you like a job next summers an operator-Technician on<\/div>\n
a job we have lined up in Alaska?\u201d  <\/div>\n

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Now after reading this account, would  how  would  you have answered Dr. Paterson?<\/div>\n

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my answer was short and simple.  \u201cCount me in.”<\/div>\n

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What about the BUSHMAN\u2019S THONG?  Good question, keep reading.  You may think it is some  kind of underwear but that thought<\/div>\n
is about as far from the truth as possible.   Who is proud of underwear? I am  very proud of my Bushman\u2019s thong.<\/div>\n

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ALAN  SKEOCH<\/div>\n
MARCH 2019<\/div>\n

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NEW BOOK: “MINING GEOPHYSICS: A  CANADIAN STORY\u201d  by Dr. Norman Paterson<\/div>\n

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P.P.  \u201cFrom 1950 to 1960,\u2026127 mines were discovered, of which 40 were credited to geophysics.\u201d (P.6, Paterson)<\/div>\n

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 In March 2019, just as I was transcribing my journal memories from the Groundhog River job, a book arrived in our mailbox.  Dr. Norman Paterson, my boss way back in<\/div>\n
the 1950\u2019s and1960\u2019s had just written a book titled “MINING GEOPHYSICS: A CANADIAN STORY\u2026The people and events that made Canada a global leader in mining exploration<\/div>\n
in the 20th century.\u201d  ($20 plus $12 postage, published by the Canadian Institute of Mining, Metallurgy and Petroleum, 2019)   It is a wonderful record of those heady days<\/div>\n
between 1957 and 1975 when big changes were happening in the search for orebodies within the rock mantle of our earth.  Personally\u2026I  was flattered  to be included here<\/div>\n
and there in the book for I had no idea at the time that we were on the cusp of scientific  breakthroughs. I was  a very small part of the story. Was Dr. Paterson even aware<\/div>\n
of the difficulties we faced translating theory into practice?  Of course he was.  He did lots of field work.<\/div>\n

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WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR CREW?<\/div>\n

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Walter Helstein spent eight months  in the Timmins Hospital\u2026from September 1958 to March  1959. At one point amputation was considered but Walt, true to form, was just<\/div>\n
too tough to lose an arm.<\/div>\n
Floyd Faulkner became the chief field man  for Hunting Technical and Exploration Service. He retained  his gruff manner behind which was a great sense of humour<\/div>\n
Bob Hilkar returned to Calgary<\/div>\n
Robert Hopkins returned to Elliot Lake<\/div>\n
Mack Deisert stayed  and  married in South Porcupine<\/div>\n
Alan Skeoch returned to Toronto as a first year student at Victoria  College, University of Toronto.  For the next six summers<\/div>\n
alan worked for Dr. Paterson and  his assemblage of top geophysicists.  Alan became an historian with a specialty in <\/div>\n
Economic History eventually doing an  M.A. in machine  design.<\/div>\n

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DID WE FIND  A MINE?<\/div>\n

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Nothing happened.  All those anomalies were ignored even though some of them were very promising.  The client, McIntyre Mines. concluded the area was  too<\/div>\n
rough for a diamond drill crew to operate so  the project was  abandoned in the 1950\u2019s and 1960\u2019s.  I am unsure of its  status today in 2019.<\/div>\n

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HOW ARE MY MEMORIES  DIFFERENT?<\/div>\n

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DR. Paterson tells  some of the humorous things that happened in those days.  My journals  hopefully reveal even more of the human face of mining exploration<\/div>\n
.  Some details may make you laugh, others will make you cry. Still others will make you say ‘he must be kidding\u2019.  Truth?..it all happened.<\/div>\n
 It was a very personal Odyssey for me.  A privilege really.   Alaska, Ireland, New Brunswick , Timagami,<\/div>\n
Niagara Falls, Chibougamau, Marathon, Paradise Lodge,  Merritt BC, Yukon Territory\u2026not as a  tourist but as a person probing the surface of the earth and  marvelling<\/div>\n
at the characters I met.<\/div>\n

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WHY DID  I KEEP SUCH A DETAILED JOURNAL?<\/div>\n

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I was  a Rover Scout, the senior part of the Boy Scout movement.   Some Boy Scouts were and are badge collectors. There was only one badge of honour<\/div>\n
that excited me.  It is called the BUSHMAN\u2019S THONG.   My journal detailing the Groundhog river job was submitted  and I got my thong.  I am not sure<\/div>\n
the official readers of my application really believed everything written in my journal.  There was some scepticism.  But what I have written did actually happen<\/div>\n
and my Bushman\u2019s Thong still hangs on my old scout shirt.<\/div>\n

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