Our Long Lake camp was big, 52 feet long. That was a nice lake, Long Lake was. A rough lake, just the same. It was about half a mile wide, and when you got out in the middle, the water was rough. One time I had to go right to the bottom of the lake and turn around and come back on the other side. We couldn't get across it at all.

My three main camps were at Lake Ambrose and Long Lake, and one down in Stratton's Valley. I could keep fifteen at Stratton's Valley and twenty-one at Lake Ambrose. I had another place for the guides to stay in, down alongside Red Indian Lake, alongside the Exploits Dam.

Moose? Don't talk, for the love of God. From Lake Ambrose down to Exploits Dam, that was fifteen miles. I've counted as high as sixty, seventy moose. You'd never believe what you'd see.

We had thirty-eight hunters there one week. They came on a Sunday, and by Wednesday evening we had everybody packed up, ready to go home the next day. Not a soul left without a moose or caribou.

The best area we had up there was Stratton's Valley. We used to have sixteen hunters there, and every week we'd have our moose. We came out one morning to bring the moose out, on a Thursday or Friday. From the camp to the road, we counted nine moose in five miles. That was after we had taken a lot of moose along that same road.

There was no end to it. Moose were all over the place. The woods were just cut out by loggers, and they were right into the browse.