I always figured Stu beat his clients to death fishing till he had the numbers he needed to advertise his guiding service. He needs those trophy pictures and numbers.
God help them if they wanted to relax in camp any.
Everyone's entitled to their opinion, and he's just expressing his, but it didn't sound like fun IMO. That said I'll bet he could handle it if I was a client and was firm and direct about my opinions too.

Chaga,

Nope.  Nor did it result from powerful strokes emanating from the stern of my canoe.

Rather, it came as a result of the idiot towboat driver who was ferrying us from Zup's over to Bottle Portage by way of the LLC moose picto.  Believe it or not, a cow and her two calves were swimming just below that picto... and the numb skull piloting the boat decided to buzz them and give chase.

We were NOT happy about this development.  One of the calves got separated and driven to a far shoreline.  The boat driver, who happened to be of First Nation heritage, just chuckled over the whole thing.  Eventually he drove us over to our destination.

While I am fairly confident the bleating of the separated calf eventually led to a family reunion, one can never be certain of it.  That was back

A large contingent of QJ'ers witnessed the debacle (Yellowbird, Magic Paddler, Quentin, Old Salt, Kingfisher, QueticoPassage & others).  I think the boat's pilot was lucky we didn't mutiny, toss HIM overboard, and then buzz around HIM for awhile.

Come to think of it, the return towboat ride was also somewhat eventful.  Our "pick-up" point was at Black Robe Portage on LLC.  The Zup's towboat (different pilot) broke down.  If not for the mechanical skills of Kingfisher, we would have been waiting a long time for a 2nd boat to show up.

Anyway, back to the pic, I doubt I would have had the courage to get that close to a moose in my canoe. 

On the other hand, as I recall, several of us had to restrain Old Salt from jumping overboard.  He was determined to re-live "the old days" when he would hitch rides by holding onto the backs of unsuspecting large park fauna such as moose and bear.  Fortunately, we were able to snatch the lasso he had quickly fashioned away out of his hands and use it to bind him to the vessel until we reached Bottle.  By that time his mania had sufficiently subsided and we could safely release him.

That's how I remember it, anyway....

That moose buzzing episode rankled within us for quite some time.  We DID get a decent pic or two from the incident, though I'm not so proud of the circumstances under which those pics were obtained.

Jimbo   

I was wondering how you got so close to a full grown moose. I've encountered moose/bear swimming ahead of me and I tried paddling as hard as I could with my double paddle. calm water and once they knew I was there they took off so fast it was like I was standing still. I never got much closer than 75-100 yds.

I'm not at all surprised at the attitude of that Native person.
I've ran into or camped behind more than a few who didn't respect THEIR land the way you like to think they do.

Is that what happened?  Wow!  Here I thought that whole event had been staged.  The help at Zup's had mentioned to "watch for Marcia the Moose".  So when the boat stopped and Marcia came swimming up for a photo op (or more likely a handout), I just figured she was part of the show.  Only when Old Salt woke up and looked out did a terrifying look come over her face.  She reversed direction so quickly it nearly swamped the boat.  I guess she had some flashback to her (and Old Salt's) younger days.

-YB