OCTOBER 15

The cold weather forces us down from the northland. There is so much water up here that it seems as though a vast river covered the forrest. The nights are crisp and the camper is cozy. Belle sleeps next to me all night and the lows are getting to be about -10. I dare not turn the heater on or my propane and battery would be gone within days and I am at least two days from propane. My sleeping bag is down and with extra long indeis I stay warm. Although I must socailize with the others I usually start try and begin to to sleep no later than 8:00. Early mornings are quite very cold but turing on the stove to heat water for coffee gets me going. There is frost covering the windows from my breathing.

Bellefe and Fe are let out to air and truly enjoy the adventure and the day that lies ahead. They delight in everything and are really "Angels" put here om earth . The coldness doesn't seem tp phase them in the least and Fe who sleeps in the cab never wakes until morning. They are wonderful to travel and hunt and I am blessed to have such talented companions. Each night they dream and relive the day's hunt. I can see Belle moving and shaking as though she is on chase.

Staging is at it peak now. They flyway has changed from the Quills to ,ore central because of the all day hunting disruption of fall migration patterns and over zealous limits. Allowing 20 white geese a day is unfounded and only cheapens these wonderful birds to a commodity status.

I will take the party down to the Quills Lakes and on to Last Mountain..