CHAPTER VI.

A Hunt on the Kinzua.

Comrades, as I have not been able to trap any for the past two

years--1905 and 1906--and as I have previously served for more than 50

years almost without cessation, along the trap line, I beg to be

admitted to your ranks as one of the "Hasbeens."

I will therefore tell of one of my trips on a hunting and trapping

expedition in the fall and winter of 1865-6, a party of two besides

myself. My two companions' names were Charles Manly and William

Howard. We started about the 15th of October for Coudersport with a

team of horses and wagon loaded with the greater part of our outfit

and went to Emporium, Cameron County, where we hit the Philadelphia

and Erie Railroad. The only railroad that touched Northwestern

Pennsylvania at that time. Here we took the railroad to Kane, a town

in Southwestern McKean County, where we stopped one day and made

purchases for three months' camping. We hired a good team here to

take our outfit about seven or eight miles on to Kinzua Creek.

Almost the entire distance was through the woods and over the rock.

There was no sign of a road only as we went ahead of the team and cut

a tree or log here and there. The outfit was lashed onto a bobsled,

and as we had bargained with the man to make the trip for a stated

price, he did not seem to care whether there was any road or not, so

that he got through as quickly as possible.

We reached the stream about noon. The man fed his team some oats,

swallowed a few mouthsful himself and was soon on his way back to

town, while we began laying plans for our camp. We selected a spot on

a little rise of ground near a good spring of water, and where there

was plenty of small yellow birch trees handy to cut logs out of for

camp. We placed a good sized log down first at the end of the shanty

that we intended to build the fire place in. Another was placed at

the end that was to be the highest, so to give the right slope to the

roof, which was a shed roof. We always kept the large ends of the

logs one way, so that when we had the logs rolled up it made the

lower or eaves end of the camp about five feet high.

There was a slope of about two feet for the roof. We felled bass wood

trees which we split in half, and then dug or scooped them out so as

to make a trough. We notched the two end logs down and then placed

the scoops or troughs in these notches so that they would lay firm

with the hollow side up.

After placing these scoops across the entire width of the shack we

then placed another layer of the scoops (reverse) on the first set.

That is to say, the rounding side up. This made a very good roof but

required a good deal of chinking at the ends to keep the cold out,

but as moss was plenty, it was not a long job. The second day after

we got into the woods we had the camp in pretty good shape, well

chinked and calked.

The third day we worked on the fire place, laying it up to the jam of

stone, then we finished the chimney with logs and mud. We had a

fairly comfortable camp with but two exceptions. These were, no

windows, and for a door we had what I called a "hoghole," that was a

door so small that one had to get down on all fours to get in or out.

On the fourth day we intended to cut wood all day, and were at it

before it was fairly light, but before 10 o'clock it began to snow.

In a couple of hours there was a good tracking snow and the boys were

bound to go out and see if they could not kill a deer. I tried hard

to get them to stick to the wood job, but it was no use, they must go

hunting.

There was no partnership business in this hunt. It was every man for

himself, and the dogs, take the hindermost. I told the boys I would

stay in camp and do something at the wood job.

I had been along the creek a little the day before, poking my nose

under the banks and old drifts to see what manner of signs I could

see, and I had noticed several mink tracks. The boys had no more than

gone when I had a fishing tackle rigged out. It consisted of a line

braided from horsehair, out of a horse's tail, and a hook baited with

some bits of fat pork. It did the business, for the stream fairly

swarmed with trout. Taking three or four trout for bait, I was soon

at work building deadfalls. It was not long before I had three or

four built close up under the banks and behind logs where I thought

the boys would not see them.

I then scampered back to camp and went to cutting wood like a good

boy. I had only just got to camp when I heard a gun shot away up the

creek, and in about an hour Charley came dragging a yearling deer.

Will did not show up for some time after dark, but had nothing,

though he said that he had a fair standing shot at a large buck, but

his gun snapped on him and he lost.

The next morning we were out at the peep of day, each one going his

own way. I went down the creek so that I could take a peep at my

traps. None had been disturbed until I came to the last one. There,

to my satisfaction, I found a mink. As I had passed a small run that

emptied into the main creek I noticed that some animal had gone over

a pole that lay across a little run and partly in the water. The

animal had brushed the snow off the pole in going over it. I gave it

no particular attention, thinking that it was a coon, but when I got

the mink I thought I would go back to camp, make a stretching board

and stretch the mink skin and get a trap and set at the run for the

coon, as I supposed.

I will mention that furs were bringing about the same prices then as

at the present time, 1907, a good No. 1 mink being worth about $10.

Near the camp was a large elm tree that was hollow, and the fire had

burned a hole out on one side up the tree, nearly as high as a man's

head. After I had stretched the mink skin I hung it up in this hollow

tree, and it was a very good place to dry the pelts that I caught.

The boys never mistrusted that I was doing any trapping for small

game.

To get back to my job, I took one out of three steel traps No. 3, and

all the traps that we had brought with us. In fact, the other boys

did not care to trap. When I got back at the run I gave more

attention to the trail of the supposed coon, and discovered that it

was an otter. With greater caution I waded up the run until I found a

suitable place to set the trap, knowing that he would be back that

way again sooner or later.

After setting the trap I climbed the ridge to look for deer and got

two shots during the afternoon but missed both. All came to camp that

night without killing any deer. I had seen a number of marten tracks

during the afternoon. The next morning it was thawing and the boys

feared they would lose the tracking snow, so Charley and Will hurried

to localities where they expected to find deer. I sliced some strips

of venison from the fore-quarters, or rather what was left of the

fore-quarters, of the deer Charley had killed the first day out. I

made tracks to the ridge where I had seen the marten tracks, and I

lost no time in putting up deadfalls at the best pace I was capable

of getting into.

In the afternoon on my way to camp I came to the creek some ways

below where I had set the mink traps, so I put up two or three more

deadfalls for mink. I also found a big flood drift which otter were

using for their feeding grounds. I selected places to set the other

two steel traps which were in camp, and then went to camp, looking at

the mink traps on the way, but found that none had been disturbed.

When I got to camp I found both Charley and Will there, and each had

killed a deer. Will had killed a good sized buck close to camp, so he

dragged it down to the shanty to dress and hang up. The boys gave me

the laugh because I had not killed any deer. I told them to hold

their breath and I would get into the harness after a bit. In the

morning the snow was all gone and the boys were afraid that it was

going to get so warm that their venison would spoil. Cuts were drawn

to see which one of them should go to Kane to get a team to take out

their venison. It fell on Charley. They tried to have me join in the

draw, but I told them that I did not see where I came in as I had no

venison to spoil.

The weather kept warm for several days, so I kept building deadfalls

on the different ridges for marten and along the creek for mink and

coon. Charley and Will continued to still hunt, killing several deer.

When the snow came again I had all the traps up I intended to build,

but it turned out that later I built two deadfalls for bear. I now

put in my time still hunting, shaping my course as much as possible

so as to tend to my traps. I killed a deer occasionally as did the

other boys. I set the two steel traps on the drift where I had seen

the otter signs, and the second time I looked at them I found an

otter tangled up in one of the traps.

I was also getting mink, marten and coon now and then, and

occasionally I would get two mink or marten in one day. I would cut a

long slender withe to stretch the skins over, bending them in the

form of a stretching board the best I could and hang the pelts in the

old elm tree and kept mum. I remembered the old adage, "he that

laughs last, laughs best," and was bound to have the last laugh.

One night Will came in and said that a bear had eaten up the offal

where he had dressed a deer. I asked him if he was going to set a

trap for him, and he said that he had no trap to set. I told him to

build a deadfall. Will said that I could have that job if I wanted

it. I told him all right if he would tell me where to find the place.

He said that he would go with me in the morning and show me. In the

morning I took the best axe, some bait and went with Will to the

place where the bear had eaten the offal. We saw that the bear had

been back there during the night and cleaned up the remains left the

previous night.

I selected a good sized beech tree, where I could fell it so that I

could cut a piece from the butt for the bottom piece and have the

remainder of the tree come so that I could use a small tree for one

of the stakes or posts. When I pulled off my coat and began chopping

on the tree Will gave me the laugh again, and said that I had more

days' work in me than brains, or something to that effect.

It was my intention to get the trap all ready and then get one of the

boys to help me set it. I got the trap done and saw that by using a

long lever or pry I could set the trap without the aid of another.

With the pry I raised the dead piece up as high as I wanted it. Then

tied the lever to a sapling to hold the dead log in place, using the

figure four trigger. I placed a bit of log in the bait pen to rest

the bait spindle on. I then placed the trigger in place and pressed

them between the logs to steady them until I could release the lever

and let the weight onto the trigger. I then put some poles onto the

dead log to make doubly sure that I had weight enough to kill any

bear that traveled those woods. I now went to camp giving myself

credit of doing a good job.

When the boys came in the night of the day I built the first deadfall

for bear, they both reported seeing bear tracks and they said the

tracks all seemed to be going south. I told the boys that the bear

were looking up winter quarters, and that if we would all go at it

and put up several deadfalls we would stand a fair chance to get a

bear or two, but it was no go.

They said they would give me a clean title to all the bear I could

catch, but they did not care to invest. So I took the axe and some

bait and went to the head of a small draft where the boys had seen

the bear tracks. I found at the head of this hollow what seemed to be

a bear runway or crossing, for three or four bears had passed around

the head of this basin in the past few days.

With some hard work and heavy lifting I got another good deadfall

built that day. The next day I went the rounds of the marten and mink

traps, and I think I killed a deer and got two marten. I remember

that at this time we had a good snow to hunt on, and that it was not

an uncommon thing for us to cut wood for the camp long after dark,

and sometimes it was pretty scant at that. I think it was the third

day after I had set the first bear trap when Will came in, shortly

after Charley and I had got to camp, and as he stuck his head through

the hoghole (as I called the substitute for a door) he says, a fool

for luck.

I suspicioned what was coming and said, "Well, what kind of luck have

you had?"

Will said, "It is not me that has had the luck, but you have got one

of the Jed-blasted bears up there in that rigging you built, you ever

see."

I remember that I had some kind of a hipo that night, so that I would

laugh every now and then "kindy" all by myself. I do not think that I

slept much that night, though it was not the first bear I had ever

caught. I thought it was beginning to look as though the laugh was

coming my way all right.

In the morning the boys went to the trap with me and helped get the

bear out of the trap and helped set the trap again, and then went on

with their deer hunting. I went to skinning the bear, and it was all

I did that day to skin that bear and stretch the skin on the shanty.

I told the boys when they came in that night that I thought we were

going to have a hard winter, and so I concluded to weatherboard the

camp with bear skins. The carcass of the bear was, of course, a

complete loss, and that is a serious objection to the deadfall as a

bear trap.

I think that it was about this time that Will met with an accident in

his foot gear, so he went out to Kane after a pair of gum shoes. At

this time we had several deer so thought it best to have the team

come in and take them out and ship them.

When Will came back that evening he said that some kind of an animal

had crossed the path about one-half mile from camp, dragging

something. He said that he could not make up his mind what it was,

but thought it was some kind of an animal in a trap, but we knew of

no one trapping in that locality.

I did not know but it might be possible that some animal had gotten

in one of my otter traps and had broken the chain and gone off with

the trap. Early in the morning I went down the creek to look at the

traps and see if they were all right. When I came to the Spring Run I

saw that my otter (or at least I called it my otter), had again gone

up the run, on his usual round of travel. When I came to where the

trap was it wasn't there at all.

I had fastened the trap to a root that was two or three inches under

water and a root that I supposed sound. I was mistaken, for the root

was pretty doty and the otter had broken the root and gone with my

trap. I lost no time in taking up the chase. The trail led up this

run to its source, then over a spur of ridge and down the hill again

into a branch of the main stream, then up this branch for a distance

of a mile or more, where I came up with him.

He had gone under the roots of a large hemlock tree, and it took me

two or three hours to get him out with nothing to work with only my

belt axe and a sharpened stake. It was nearly night when I got to

camp. I made a stretching board from a spault I split out of a

basswood log and stretched the otter skin, and put in the balance of

the day in chopping wood. One of the boys killed three deer that day.

I do not remember which one it was.

The next day I made the rounds of nearly all the traps and got what I

have many a time before--nothing. I put in three or four days still

hunting and had the luck to kill a deer or two, but Charley and Will

killed more than I did. I remember, during this time, they were all

the time joking me because they were getting more deer than I did. I

claimed that they had the best grounds to hunt on, they hunting east

of the camp and up nearer the head of the stream, while I hunted west

of the camp.

We would see bear tracks nearly every day, and Will and Charley would

try to get around in their hunting course so as to look at the two

bear traps, the traps being in the direction in which they hunted.

They found the traps undisturbed. I had about made up my mind that I

would get no more bear that trip. I was getting a marten, mink or

coon now and then, so that I kept a stiff upper lip if the boys did

kill a few deer more than I did. Finally one night when I came to

camp I found the carcass of a bear, skin and all lying at the shanty

door. I thought it was one that either Charley or Will had killed. I

found that the boys by chance had met near one of the bear traps, and

going to the trap found the bear. As it was a small one they took it

out, set the trap and brought the bear to camp.

It was now getting along in December and the snow was getting rather

deep and the weather was pretty cold and the game did not move about

very much. We all seemed to get a little lazy, and did not get out

till after noon. In fact, some days, if the weather was pretty sharp,

we did not go out at all but would stay in camp and talk of the hunt

and tell where we thought we could find a bunch of deer over in this

basin or on that ridge.

The most of the deadfalls set I had not covered so to keep the snow

off. A good many of them had snowed under, so I did not care how soon

we broke camp and went home. Deer were quite plentiful, and we could

find them nearly every day, when we would get a move on, so we

continued to stay day after day, and putting in about one-half the

time hunting and the other half telling what we would have done if

there had not been so many "ifs" in the way.

I would usually shape my course in hunting so as to come around where

some of the deadfalls were and spring them. One day I came to one

that was pretty well snowed under. I saw that a fox had done a good

deal of traveling around the trap and had dug in the snow some about

where I thought a marten would be, providing one was there. I kicked

the snow away, and to my delight and surprise I found as good a

marten as I had caught. I thanked the fox for the favor. I examined

all the traps then to make sure that there was nothing in them, but I

found no more marten.

We now began to get our venison into camp, taking turns to help each

other. I do not just remember how many deer we killed, but I think

that Charley and Will killed 15 or 16 apiece, and I killed either 11

or 12.

The boys said I had done pretty well considering the two bear and

otter, but when I went to the old elm and brought out the marten,

mink and another otter and five or six coon, the boys looked greatly

amazed and Will said, "I knew the fool was doing something besides

hunting," Charley said he thought he could smell something that

smelled like mink around the camp three or four times. I think I got

13 marten, 8 mink, 5 coon, 2 otter and 2 bears. As near as I can

remember, I got a little over a hundred dollars for the fur. I do not

remember what we got for the venison, but it was war prices. We

shipped our venison to George Herbermann, New York.

I tried to have the boys help cut a lot of wood for the next season's

hunt, but they said they were not counting chickens as far ahead as

that. They hit it right, for neither of them hunted in there. I think

Charley hunted on Hunt's Run in Cameron County, and I do not know

whether Will hunted at all the next season, but I took a partner and

went back on the Kinzua.

This time we were in "swacks," and I will try to tell what luck we

had some time, but one thing we did was to put a window in the camp

and make the door large enough so that one did not have to get down

on all fours to get in or out. Will and I stayed in camp while

Charley went out to Kane and sent in the team to take out the venison

and the furs and the camp outfit. We got home for Christmas and found

all well.

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