Bussineau dans le pays de truite mouchetée
Téléphone au camp - Iron Bridge 16, composez 2
R.R. 3, Thessalon Ontario
Recently received some photos (7-14-2002) from H. Roger Miller who had been to Mac's camp on Lake Mashagama. He sent a postcard that dates back to June 1955 (it's postmarked on the back with a 4 cent stamp). Below are the photos that he sent.
Here's the postcard
The following email from Roger describes what he remembers from his experiences at Lake Mashagama:
I just read your genealogy page and thought that I may add what I know of Mac Bussineau's Camp on Lake Mashagama during the early '50's. My uncle, Bernel Tindle, had a 99 year lease on the Island at the far end of Lake Mashagama starting in the 1940's and into the late 50's early 60's. Everyone called my uncle "T" and Mr. Bussineau "Mac".
My first experience was around the summer of 1953. We left Ann Arbor Michigan, USA and traveled to Burt Lake in Northern Michigan, where we stayed the night. The next day we traveled to north of Thessalon to an outpost manned by what I remember as the forestry service personnel (evidence of the fire was everywhere). They had a barrier down across the road and everyone passing had to stop and state where they were going and when they would be out. From this gate I believe my uncle could call Mac's camp and they would meet us on our side of what they referred to as the "hump".
At the hump we unloaded everything we needed for our stay and loaded it into the four wheeled drive vehicle that Mac had. We then went over the hump and down into the camp, where we unloaded the Rover and loaded everything into a boat to go down the lake to my uncle's place. My aunt Nita told me that before the Rover Mac used horses to go over the hump.
I went back several time a year for the next three years. Several things about the camp I remember. They had an Ice house where Mac stored the Ice they cut from the lake during the winter, Mac, my uncle and others played cards by the light of Coleman lanterns with a great deal of passion. The fish stories got better as the evening wore on. Bears could be a problem and occasion moose would come into camp. My uncle thought a lot of Mac and often said so.
I have a post card that I sent from there in 1955 to an Aunt, it shows speckled trout. Also I have several pictures taken of the camp about that time. Needless to say I have many memories of the place a half a century later.
short stories that my uncle used to tell me about Mac, and why he admired
him, but first you must put yourself into the time that these men lived
(my uncle was born in 1902 Mac must have been around that age also).
My uncle told me that Mac originally "walked into Mashagama,"
with a 140 pound pack on his back and stayed the winter getting the
place ready for those clients wanting to fish in the spring. As I remember
it the poundage on the pack varied by the amount of Canadian VO that
went down during the evening hours.
The second story was that Mac was no one to mess with. The story went that two Indian guides, that worked for Mac got into a heated discussion and started settling the disputed with skinning knives. Mac jumped between the two and finished the argument with his bare fist. The Indians, where then doctored for the cuts they did to each other and for what Mac did to them. They were then sent to bed and expected to guide again the next day. My uncle told this story in admiration for Mac and to impress on me that Mac was what a man should be decisive, physically fit, fair minded and able to rise to any occasion.
One other thing that I seem to remember is a womn at the camp. I remember her as being younger than Mac. She was short, stocky build, a great cook and immensely strong. I once watched two men strain to lift an ice chest full of fish and ice from the boat to the dock and this lady picked it up off the dock and sat it in back of the four wheel drive vehicle without seemingly any effort. I believe that she was related to Mac some way, maybe a niece?
I hope that I have not bored you but brought a margin of insight into the past.
H. Roger MIller