Ramble

Well I was sitting around here last weekend, and a friend of mine I work with at Kesagami was sitting around Sudbury doing just as much as I was. So he decided to come down to a visit for a few days. We went out with the canoe the 1st full day and went down a tiny creek to the Moira river. It was an adventure that’s for sure. I wont go into details here but it was a blast. When we got to the Moira we did a bit of fishing and I managed to scare up a small pike and descent largie.

 

 

 

 

As we chatted Sweet Pea…as he is known…informed me that he had never caught a largemouth bass. That didn’t sit to well with me so the next day after ripping around the country side we ended up in Prince Edward County at a favourite spot I know can hold numbers of largies, with some of a descent size now and then.

 

We were fishing the cattail clumps from canoe and were casting by about 5pm. I started of with a crank bait I know produces in the area, while I had him try a popper. I had three fish before he had one so I gave him my lure and I dug out another of the same style but with a different colour scheme.

 

 

 

We were into the fish after that. We found them to be concentrated on the shadier side of the cattails, however the wind had been blowing up against that side until it switched 180 degrees about 2 hours before we got their. We did find a couple off the windy side in the sun, but nothing like the shady side. Sweet Pea and I were having a blast and the wind died right off. This allowed us to hit a couple of cattail clumps that I normally dont have the urge to paddle too in the wind. There was fish there too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before the sun went down and we paddled back, we had caught about 10 fish each. By-catch included 3 perch and 2 rock bass. We also had 1 pike as a follower and another shake loose. Neither were of any size.

 

 

We also had a total of 4 double headers as well. Two were largies and 1 included a perch and a largie, while the other was a rock bass and a largie…we counted them anyway.

 

 

We had a great time fishing, and couldn’t have asked for better conditions, it was a gorgeous evening. Everything went off without a hitch, if you over look his casting lol.

 

Nothing quite like a good fishing excursion with a good friend.

 

Tight Lines

 

-R-

 

 

We weren’t back for long, when the rain set in again. We were warm and dry by this point. So we had an early supper and packed a few things for the trip out the next day before heading to bed.

 

When we awoke, the air was down right cold. We found out later it had gone down to about 5 Celsius that night, and frankly it felt like it. Thankfully it was clear and sunny…but I could have done without the breeze blowing. We donned our warmest gear, packed up and headed for home. Fishing along the way of course.

 

I came across this guy within the 1st half hour of the paddle out.

 

Booth Lake Dam

 

The portage out of Booth, was standing room only, and a cluster of canoeists prepared for the portage. We passed straight on by to the dam. Here we fired up the Coleman stove and ate the better part of a loaf of bread with peanut butter and jam for breakfast.

 

Afterwards we portaged over and shot the rapids down to the bottom. The high water made the trip faster, and easier then usual. Although that’s about as much water I’d like to be in the river with heading down stream.

 

Once at the bottom, the people had just got into their canoes after the portage. I must say…I prefer our way better…if only for the toast.

 

We headed on to the access point without a lot of action. We took our time and enjoyed the paddle.

 

We saw some nice water lilies in the morning sun.

 

 

I tossed the torpedo a bit with limited success. So I switched a favorite crank bait I’ve had for years, and found a small pike.

 

 

We continued on and an eagle graced us with its presence.

 

Before we were done we found a couple smallies, all on top water.

 

For one of them I busted out the water proof camera case and went to work. I managed these pictures, which I am quite proud of.

 

 

 

 

We packed the vehicle fairly fast, and had the usual 40 minute chat with the access attendant about all things wildlife and weather.

 

The trip ended up being a success despite the toughest fishing we have had since we started going, and the ever changing weather. I lost a lot of fish this trip. It seemed that I was getting every 3rd fish to the boat, no matter what I did. I switched between braided and 10 pound mono with no difference in the outcome. I switched baits, and played with drag. The fishing gods were not in the mood to make it simple it seems.

 

All-and-all we had a blast and accomplished everything we wanted to do. Can’t wait for next year.

 

Tight lines

 

-R-

 

The next morning I went on a little wander in the maples after the customary visit to the Thunder Box. I came across this guy, gleaming in morning dew.

 

 

The high pressure system now in place made for a cool day and the fishing slowed down. We had a plan to paddle the islands of Booth and fish along the way. It was a slow morning, and finding fish of size was a tall order to be sure.

 

 

We stopped on the island closest to McCarthy Creek and while dad made some tea for us I wandered, yet again, with the camera.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Did I mention the blueberries were out in fine form?

 

 

 

 

We drank our tea and had a snack before moving on. We fished around and caught a few smallies (which were all released) while at the same time avoiding the wind, though it was fairly light. We meandered back towards camp, and stopped at about 5pm for dinner in a little bay.

 

 

The sunset was spectacular as usual, and we watched the moon rise over the lake.

 

 

 

 

 

The next day we set off for the Opeongo river, which is a trip that never disappoints. It’s a beautiful river, in a beautiful section of the park. The high water was even more noticeable as we entered the shallow rapid sections. Water usually ankle deep was around my knees, and the current was impressive.

 

 

Our unique mode of portaging held constant even up the Opeongo.

 

 

 

We didn’t get all the way to Annie bay like usual, but we made it most of the way up, and checked a few of the portages just for the walk in the bush.

 

A Portage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We turned around and headed back down the river, without grazing a rock. The high water had its benefits.

 

 

 

As always we convinced a few fish that our top water lures were worth a closer look.

 

 

 

 

Once out of the river we headed out on the main lake for an evening fish after a bite to eat.

 

We found this little guy to be particularly aggressive.

 

 

We also saw a few of these.

 

 

The evening proved to be one of the nicest we had during the week, and did our mental state wonders…this is the real reason we travel to the park.

 

 

 

 

 

The next day we set out one another of my favorite trips to Rye Grass lake. A small bog lake full of unique bog plants and other wildlife. I could spend hours exploring this place.

 

The portage in.

 

Hemlock stand.

 

Jewel Weed

 

Once up to the lake we could see the weather was brewing up something a little more serious then we had thought.

 

 

So we headed back down to the main lake to wait out whatever was coming. Turns out it was one impressive thunderstorm. The rain came and so did the lightning. The 1st wave of serious weather only grazed us. The white pine we were under provided protection from the rain, and we sat on the Kevlar canoe (insulator) just be sure we didn’t experience any unwanted voltage.

 

 

 

 

 

The lighting was hitting the hills in front of us in a most spectacular way. The thunder was load and rumbling while the cell moved through. The clouds were full of electricity, and we were glad not to be out on the open lake.

 

After the storm clouds had passed the sky cleared somewhat and we decided to head up too Rye Grass before the next batch moved in.

 

Once up their we wandered around and I went snap happy with the camera. Pitcher plants were out in full force. They are defiantly a unique and beautiful plant…did I mention they are carnivorous? Their “pitchers” fill with a bit of water, guard hairs on the upper part of the pitcher prevent prey from escaping. Insects drawn in by a surgery secretion, fall in and drown, then the plant draws the nutrients from the water.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of the plants had a visitor which was exploiting the sugary secretions.

 

White Water Lilies

 

 

After a romp around the bog the next storm was moving in so we headed back down to the lower lake. We resumed our position on the canoe under the pine and watched the light show again.

 

 

 

This storm hit us bang on. It rained so hard we couldn’t see across the lake. The tree provided little protection from the rain at this point and after a short time we were soaked through. The lightning was hitting the hills across the lake, and the hill we were on. We saw lightning and heard the thunder at the same time. We were impressed yet again, and wanted to see more…perhaps a little further away.

 

After this cell passed, a smaller one came through, rumbling and grumbling raining as it went. Then the sky cleared again. There was almost no wind while all this was going on. So as soon as it cleared we decided to head back towards camp to dry out and warm up.

 

We were wet.

 

The trip back was uneventful and beautiful.

Well everyone I know many a full moon has passed since you have last heard much outa me. I’ve been pretty busy, and a little on the lazy side of things. I have been out on the water a few times and am ready to get back into the swing of things so here we go.

 

Dad and I did our annual week in Algonquin this summer, Booth Lake area of the park. Due to the amount of rain this year the water levels were extremely high for this point in the summer. The fishing was defiantly different then usual (not in a good way), however we managed to find a few fish. The high rain fall also had another effect of the area. Fungus of all types were rising all over and I saw many species I hadn’t come across previously. This post is going to cover the fishing, but also a plethora of other things we came across while we were up their for the week. Enjoy.

 

 

 

 

We decided to leave Belleville a little later then usual due to morning rain. When the rain let up, we set out north on 62 for the park. After a brief lunch in Bancroft it was no time until we reached our destination.

 

 

We piled (literally) our stuff into the canoe and took off down Farm lake into the beautiful August weather. Once we hit the main lake we rigged up our lines and trolled as we went. It seemed like only a few strokes of the paddle later and dad’s rod was doubled over with a nice northern. The fish was healthy and full of spunk. After an excellent fight on the fish’s part dad had the 1st northern of the trip to the boat…a nice chunky 34” er.

 

 

After the release dad fired the blue/silver Williams C50 back out and we continued on our way. Before reaching the other end of the lake, he was into another northern of respectable size.

 

 

This fish was considerably thinner, but was two inches longer. She measured in at 36”s.

 

 

The river up to the 1st portage at Kitty lake, surprising, didn’t produce any fish for us. We weren’t fishing it hard, but the usual methods were not paying off. Part way up the river in a calm bay we came across a couple of locals. They were having a early dinner of white water lilies and didn’t seem to mind a little company as they munched.

 

 

 

 

We reached the 1st portage, and as tradition dictates…skipped it. I pulled the canoe up the rapids while dad relaxed in the back, offering his usual “words of encouragement”.

 

Kitty lake was a breeze to paddle as usual, and then we were at the Booth Lake rapids. We had a quick look and decided that the high water wasn’t enough to over ride tradition and passed up the portage to take the watery route yet again.

 

 

It’s a bit tiring heading up stream against the current, but its more fun, and the water keeps you cool. We took a break at the dam, and then made the 10 foot portage up into Booth. By this point it was overly apparent the weather was changing so we headed for camp with a little fishing on the way.

 

 

The sun set and clouds made for an impressive evening, and just before reaching camp I managed a descent smallie.

 

 

After unloading and a bite to eat, we headed out for an evening fish. We found the fishing slow, but with a little work we found some cooperative smallies right around dark.

 

 

The next day we headed out after a relaxing breakfast. We beelined over to a laker spot and set out jigging to see if we couldn’t find dinner. After about an hour of fooling around, I had a solid hit, then a pair of head shakes but the fish shook loose. More time past as we paddled in the area, and then again I felt a good hit. I set the hook, and backed the drag off a little and started the fight. I took my time as the fish dogged around in the depths. As the fish closed in, the battle became more frantic. I maintained my composure.

 

About ten feet down the laker crosses into panic mode, and hopelessly and totally wraps itself in about 4 feet of line. Worst wrap job I've seen yet from a laker. After that little display the fish came to the boat quietly. It was a good looking fish, measuring it at the 23 inch mark. It was so nice in fact, we invited it to dinner. She grudgingly accepted our offer.

 

 

 

With dinner acquired we headed for supper with an after dinner fish in mind after. I don’t have to tell you the trout was DELICIOUS.

 

We hit the lake after tea and washing the dished. We were both into our top water arsenal. Dad was tossing his new chartreuse popper and I was plugging away with a Baby Torpedo. Top water smallies are a beautiful thing.

 

 

 

This fish gave me a particularly good soaking.

 

 

 

We caught several smallies each before calling it a night.

 

The next day we woke late again, and had another casual breakfast. Being in no rush to do anything I wandered the woods a little with the camera and came across all sorts of things which caught my eye.

 

White Pine

 

Indian Pipe

 

 

 

Unidentified Fungus

 

 

When I returned to camp. Dad and I decided to go for a hike up the hill in no particular direction, with no particular destination in mind…wherever our curiosity would take us.

 

We came across more things of interest.

 

Fungus

 

 

 

More Indian Pipe

 

 

Lichen

 

Moose antler rub from last fall.

 

Raspberries

 

Babbling Brooks

 

Jewel Weed

 

 

and more fungus.

 

 

 

A few hours of exploring later, and the rain started. So we wandered back to camp and straightened stuff out a little, while making dinner. After supper the rain died off, and in a light start/stop drizzle we head out with our top water lures.

 

 

 

 

As the evening went on the sky cleared and the fish cooperated.

 

 

 

 

We got in and made a nice fire to sit beside as we watched the full moon rise. The weather was changing and we were actually able to watch clouds form out of “thin air” to the south of us. It was gorgeous evening and we saw a few shooting stars courtesy of the Perseid meteor shower. I played with the camera a little and snapped these photo’s of the moon over the marsh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The fire died around midnight and we went to bed.

Well this will be the last report out of me for a while. I’ll be leaving Thursday for Kesagami. I can’t wait. Made a lure run today, for some of the “essentials” and made a pretty good score. There are still a few odds and ends to round up but other then that I’m ready to go. I’ll post a photo later if I have time.

 

Anyway, back to business... I should probably point out now I won’t be using lake names; however I’m sure many of you will recognize these lakes. I saw some lurkers up in the park, and I’ll be damned if I contribute. If you want details talk to me.

 

Dad and I made our annual spring trip up to Algonquin to see if we couldn’t find a laker or two, as well as generally enjoy the spring scenery before I take off. It was a very nice day, if not a little on the cool side. Driving was good and we made the park in good time.

 

 

We unloaded the van and filled the canoe with more stuff then anyone really needs. (We bring lots of everything if we don’t have to portage to our site.) On our way in we chatted with some fellow canoeist and their fishing reports were grim. No brookies or lakers reported from anyone. Not encouraging, but hardly discouraging…they have to eat sometimes. So we piled in and took off to unload our cargo.

 

 

We arrived at our temporary residence, one of the parks old ranger cabins, and unloaded our stuff, and then we piled back in for an afternoon fish.

 

 

The 1st fish of the day came to me off a wind swept point, a small pike. After a quick release I switched lures and we continued on our way.

 

 

We were casting with various lures in a bay we had seen a school of lakers cruising in about 5 years ago. I was watching for follow ups and had an enormous pike following my rap. I stopped and pointed out the fish out to dad. He was amazed at the size of the fish; I estimate she was right around the 40” mark. So there the fish was looking at my, lure and there we were looking at it. With not much else to do I started reeling again, she pulled along side the bait and made a half-hearted effort at striking it. She closed her mouth on the line about 8 inches in front of the lure on the line.

 

“OH NO!” I thought.

 

I didn’t have a leader and there was only 10lb mono between me and my lure. I opened the bail hoping she would open her mouth as she swamp off. She swam away for about 15 seconds before I closed the bail again. The line went tight, and the pole thumped a couple of times as she gave a couple of good head shakes. Next thing I knew the line was limp. I reeled in to find my lure still present…she had cleared the line from her mouth on the head shakes. I had beaten the odds and had my rap back. I was pretty happy. There is no way to gently remove 2 sets of barbed trebles form a 40 inch northern in a canoe without a cradle, so I figured we broke even on that encounter.

 

 

The rest of the evening we saw no other fish, despite working some deeper water. There was a very large ring around the sun, so we figured there was better then a 60% chance of showers which had been forecasted for the next day.

 

That night we had dinner and crawled into our sleeping bags, glad to be back in the park.

 

We awoke around 6am the next morning with an overcast sky, and the coals in the fire still glowing. We re-stocked the wood stove for a little morning blast of warmth with breakfast before hitting the lake. We did two portages up into one of our favorite Algonquin lakes and began hunting for some lakers. The 1st fish of the day was a smallmouth which was released without a photo. We canoed up one of our more productive shorelines without as much as a sniff. The sky continued to look threatening, and the wind was making threats of its own. Around noon we stopped at an empty campsite for a lunch of oatmeal, tea and an apple.

 

 

Just as the oatmeal was done cooking, the clouds opened up. So we responded with rain gear.

 

 

We fished the rest of the afternoon with one warm up break around 4pm for a fire and tea. The rain kept coming.

 

 

 

 

I had tried on about every lure in our arsenal without success. We tried trolling, jigging, and casting without any takers. We tried shallow and deep….nothing. We tried shoals, points and holes without seeing a fish.

 

We warmed up again on the portage back, and had hot pasta for dinner. We were back at camp around 9pm. It was still raining. After 9 straight hours of rain and about 18 rod hours on the lake we hadn’t a laker to show for it. The finder had marked plenty of fish. We started wondering if our trip was going to end without any trout. The hot food improved our spirits and figured the sky couldn’t have much water left in it, so we hatched a plan to try a new lake for specks the next day.

 

There was blue sky peeking through the clouds when we loaded the canoe the next morning and the wind was out of the north. The weather was clearing. If the fishing didn’t improve at least the sun would make an appearance.

 

 

After paddle-fishing our way across a lake and a half, we arrived at our portage. I couldn’t help but make a few jokes about what state the portage must be in if they nailed the sign to a tree like that!

 

 

I wish I had of been wrong. The portage was about 480m and the lake we were heading to was 76m higher in elevation then the one we were leaving. Up hill the whole way is the only was to describe it.

 

 

There were trees across the trail, and a small creek running directly down the portage path. After one hell of a cardio work out we reached the lake, and it didn’t disappoint. It was a beautiful little clear lake, with a beaver lodge and loon.

 

 

Several hours and a couple spinners later we gave up fishing for a hot dog lunch.

 

The lake had to hold fish, but the lake was right in the middle of an impressive mayfly hatch, and the high pressure system which just moved in wasn’t helping things. But at least it wasn’t raining.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We finished lunch and after a little casting, we decided that the hill we were already most of the way up would have a beautiful view, so we tied the canoe up and climbed to the top. The hill is one of the tallest in the part, and we could see for miles. I climbed up a tree to get a few of the pictures without tree tops in it.

 

 

 

 

On the way off the hill we came across a beech stand with some of the best bear claw marks I’ve seen in a while.

 

 

Once back to the canoe we fished a while longer before paddling back to the portage. We went to investigate a pool bellow the beaver dam and I found some frog eggs.

 

While attempting to cross the outlet of the pound on an old submerged log, the log broke and I received my 1st really good soaker of the year. Dad managed to get this photo between his fits of laughter.

 

 

We had a lovely portage back down the hill, and since I wasn’t on the verge of stroking out, like I was on the trip up, I took this video of the path.

 

Back at the lower lake it was about 6:30pm so we rigged up with laker tackle and began the paddle-fish back to camp. Once out in the middle dad asked me to tie on a new swivel for him since his glasses were in the bag. I fired out my jigging spoon towards the center of a 40 foot hole, flicked the bail and started to tie the knot. A little over half way to bottom my rod tip thumps, I look up and it thumps again.

 

I dropped the swivel grabbed the rod and set the hook. Next thing I feel several of those classic lake trout head shakes. A battle ensues and the fish is burping bubbles long before I can see her. A little bit more scrapping and the fish comes into view. To my horror I can see my main line is caught on the barb of one of the hooks. I immediately back off my drag and the laker makes another run for the bottom.

 

A short while later I have carefully maneuvered the fish along side the boat, and with hands trembling with excitement, I lifted her into the boat. She was a BEAUTY.

 

 

She measured in at 27 glorious inches. With the hook in her gills, she was destined for the pan.

 

 

After a few high fives and a few photo’s we were back fish paddling our way to camp.

 

As a side note I held my lure and my line about a foot up, gave it a little tug and it broke easily where the barb had caught the line. Glad I went with the 10lb instead of 8.

 

On the way back to camp we were coming up the last drop-off when dad gets a solid hit trolling small silver blade bait. A decent fight begins, and we figure he might be into a small laker, but as the fish nears the boat we realize its something else… A beautifully colored smallmouth. We had to get a photo of this one. As it turns out this is one of the best pictures I have of my dad with an Algonquin smally.

 

 

The next morning, we had the arduous task of breaking camp. We had time however to get a picture of our “water level meter”. This picture shows the water line when we came in, and were it was when we left…and the water was still higher then ever.

 

 

Grudgingly we managed to get back to the access point. After turning in our key, and a long chat with the lady at the desk about all things wildlife and we hopped back in to the canoe to fish until dark. We paddled out toward a cluster of shoals and as we closed in we started marking fish. So we started jigging.

 

 

About half an hour later I give the rod a jig and all I felt was weight, then once again those beautiful head shakes started up. What to do but hold on?

 

Bull doggin’ never quit headshakes in 40 feet of water makes for a slow assent. I backed my drag off a tad after the hook set to make sure the hook wouldn’t get pulled from her fleshy mouth. Part way through the battle dad fires up the video option on his camera and gets a great video of my personal best laker, around the 30 inch mark. We didn’t do a proper measure because she was being released. A quick hook removal and a couple of photos’ later she was back in the lake. I was felling pretty good at this point.

 

 

Video of the Laker.

 

The day progressed and we had lunch on another camp site. We tried a stream for some brookies, but again came up empty.

 

So we went back to chasing lakers and around 7pm I hook into a feisty little cuss in about 40 feet of water. Right attitude, wrong size as my dad says lol.

 

 

The sun was setting and we were still at it.

 

 

Dad had yet to catch a laker the entire trip and I was at 3. We were fishing off a small island, and the sun was below the tree tops. Dad gets yet another snag and when it comes free, there is a fish fighting at the end of his line! He reeled it up and he had his laker!! The smallest he has caught yet.

 

Not his best picture ever lol

 

After a pretty good laugh we loaded up the canoe and headed home.

 

At the end of the trip we had 1 pike in the boat, about 5 bass and 4 lakers. The weather and water conditions made the fishing difficult. We didn’t find the surface temps on any of the laker lakes over 48 degrees F. The speck lake on the hill was an even 50 degees. The water was still very high when we left. There was no insect action to speak of on the lake trout lakes and the minnows where buried in the cover along shoer. But sun was forecasted, so anyone in their right now and for the next while probably has the water temps in the low to mid 50’s and that should get them going. The day we left, May 9th, we saw the 1st black flies of the trip. So if you are heading in, be warned… they have begun.

 

Anyway we had a BLAST as always, and we’ll be back up to the park for our week in August.

 

Anyway that’s my report. NOW I have to get back to packing for Kesagami…I wish I had more time to fish……all this packing gets in the way lololol

 

Tight Lines and I’ll be back the end of July.

 

-R-

Hello again,

 

I've been pretty busy since school ended on the 23rd of April. I managed to get some turkey hunting in with a close friend and then I was back in Peterborough getting everything ready to move to the new place for next year.

 

On the 24th however I managed to get out in the canoe with my g/f Dominique on the Moira River. We put in at O’Brian’s bridge (for those of you who are interested). As expected the water level was still very high, and most of the silver maple swamp as under water. It allowed for a rare canoeing experience that comes along once every few years, and we sure weren’t disappointed.

 

 

The current was strong and impressive to say the least. There were amazing debris lines, and pockets of calm water which didn’t photograph well but were VERY interesting to see in a river which usually has a different "face” to it.

 

 

After some paddling the main channel with, we entered the swamp and navigated about 200 yards back into the woods. Zigzagging through the swamp, with the birds singing in the trees, and the frogs singing in t he distance we paddled on.

 

 

 

 

 

After an hour of exploring in the swamp, we still hadn’t found the river bank, and so we headed back to the main channel.

 

 

 

 

We took our time popping in and out of the swamp, before pulling into a back-water and breaking out the ham sandwiches for lunch.

 

 

On the way back to upstream we spotted several muskrats, which were enjoying the high water.

 

 

 

High water marks.

 

After fighting the current back to the car, we packed up and headed out to check a few of my spring fishing spots on the Mighty Moira....not surprisingly, they were all underwater. We passed another of my minnow trapping spots, only to find that fiddleheads were well on their way to being fully opened. So we pulled over, I dug out my pocket knife and we collected a hat full for dinner.

 

 

 

 

 

It's a beautiful piece of land to say the least.

 

 

 

Three days later I was wrapping up turkey hunting with Jeff. He was heading out to Saskatchewan to guide their spring bear hunt the next morning before winding his way to B.C. to guide in the mountains for his 2nd summer. The other 2 guys we had been hunting with both ended up having an amazing hunt on the 3rd day in a different field. They both bagged beautiful Tom's at the same time. Jeff and I had only heard some gobblers, and saw a few hens.

 

That last afternoon we took a break from hunting and headed to the bush for a wander and to round up some more fiddleheads for dinner. I dropped him off at his place and headed home. I won’t see him again till deer season.

 

 

 

 

Creek Chub were making some reds in the gravelly areas.

 

Tempting Fate

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is an interesting pic. The downed tree has adapted and the “branches” have become “trunks” and so life goes on. A nifty little trick that always brings a smile.

 

 

The end of April was great, and I'm now looking forward to some more nice weather with the fishing season beginning to open, before I head north for the summer.

 

I can’t wait to get the paddles wet again.

 

 

Tight Lines

 

-R-