View of Camp Otter from the water, from an old post card, Pittsburg, NH
“Every once in a while it is nice to get away . . . from the discontent of big cities and tramp through the mountains, gun in hand, with none but the birds, the trees, the fallen leaves, the lilt of trickling streams and the strange noises that only a forest can produce for companions.
This place is within a stone’s throw of the Canadian border, up beyond the beautiful White Mountains of New Hampshire. Here hills roll in great waves, receding into the blue haze of distance. Down in the valleys are lakes of the purest water. Upon the peaks winter has already donned its white caps of snow. Through the valleys the wind whistles and bites, even through flannel shirt, red undies, two sweaters and hunting coat.”
These words were written in 1939 by the famed Boake Carter, [printed in The Ogden Standard-Examiner] national news commentator and writer, about a trip he made to the town of Pittsburg, New Hampshire. He stayed at Camp Otter, and he describes his adventure, with hunting guide, “Long Tom” Currier as follows:
