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Gold/Mining/Energy : Winspear Resources -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Walt who wrote (4580)	12/22/1997 9:53:00 PM
From: George J. Tromp	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 26850

Thanks Walt for the update. I hope to someday spend some time in the great North. I have a lot of respect for wilderness and Tundra's and the human toil involved by all these companies. A certain sense of adventure exists which probably cant be experienced by one unless he has spent time there as well. The closest wilderness experience to date is the Upper Penninsula of Michigan and Canada around the Wau Wau area. One of the funniest experiences that I can recall was a fishing trip to that same area. I was 11 and my father and older brother were camping in a Provincial park. When we registered the park ranger told us to be careful and lock up all our food in the camper because a black bear was nearby with a couple of cubs. So later that night., I was heading back to do my duty in one of the priveys before turning in. The trail was dark along the way. Suddenely I started hearing branches crack, Zoom 180 back to the pop-out camper yelling bear., bear ., bear. The ol man he came out of the camper., what in tarnation is going on here., he said. Scared witless I told him that there was a bear near the privy. Oh youre crazy., he said. Well., that night I slept in the back seat of his 58 Buick Roadmaster with the doors locked. Oh around 3:OO or 4:OO A.M. I hear this commotion. Sitting up in the back seat., looking out at the camper., 2 bear cubs were clawing at the side of the camper where the ol man had the food locked up. Then all of a sudden., ol mamma spotted me in the back seat of that 58 Buick. She literaly climbed up on the hood of the car and stared me down thru the windshield. About that time., the ol man he came out of the camper with an axe., and started waving it around. She jumped off the hood of the car and stood on her hind legs just like the ol grizzely bear in the Grizzley Adams reruns. Ha., the ol man dropped the axe and ran for the camper. Needless to say they had their way with the minnow bucket near the camper., swatting evey last minnow down the hill and into the river. The bucket soon followed. Getting bored with it all they headed out of the camp and god knows where they went next. The ranger told us that the same female and cubs had been transported at least 6 times from that park only to return. The moral of the story is if you can fish from the car do so by all means. Happy Holidays Walt