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The name of that board alone was wicked, and one of my favorite fingerboards was cut as best to it's shape. Fatter than normal to the nose, skinny but high tail, and pretty sure the design was something to do with pirates. Real colorful, wicked board. When my Hawk board was done, it was for about a week a "Primo" but sold that quick to get something else... (******ton) can't remember the name but, then it was the another wicked board called the Vision Doubletail. A super rad trick board. J63... think it was closer to 20. lol... at least in 20 years it will be. Mike... I can't remember where exactly it was on Somerset either. Bought from Boardwalk back in the 80's sometime.

Brand new my Yamaha in the cold starts only on the second try. They aren't snowmobiles and they're often damp.

Wawa and Longlac are the only places in Ontario I've seen tumbleweeds. Ghost towns they're becoming. Enjoyed this one. Once you're bitten by the fly-in bug and get the chance to sample great waters, it becomes something to look forward to every year, then experience. You're wallet just got lighter for life.

Was away when you posted this up. Glad to have found it now. Great pics, trip and time shared with your brother. Enjoyed that, thanks.

Lew. Your legend is the word, and your word is the image. I'm picturing you in pictures holding 3 different muskies caught on St. Francis. There's you, the muskie, the inside of a boat, the water around you and some shoreline in the distance under a blue sky because it was nice weather like you said. In my mind, it's awesome. Just how you know it to be. Good stuff dood!

Odd you posted that crayfish underwater. Out fishing tonight with a buddy and he was getting walleye on a crayfish immitation while we were bass fishing. Cool camera fun Simon.

Couple months and the planning for next summer will begin bud. Maybe be out your way twice...

All three of my girls take Ju Jitsu. They love it. My oldest daughter goes 5 days a week if homework is done. Both my daughters are very different in nature, both enjoy and take something away with them each week they participate with their friends in class. My oldest played hockey a few years and loved that too, until she had to make a choice, and she chose Ju Jitsu. And Roy... agree in part with your thoughts, but in my job, especially when up north, there were enough girls over the years that could have used some self defence skills.

Ha HA!!! Doods, truth is, I was bored on saturday afternoon, tired and sleep deprived. Working nightshifts and just sitting around waiting to work. Felt like writing something fun with the idea of a summer end report. The past 3 months and 3 trips have been an exact repeat of 2008. It was an AWESOME summer, and something to show and tell about. Wayne... sorry to knock your highschool. Well, not really. Hehehe! Johnnny and Disco. Hope you enjoyed your strange trip. Disco... it's OK you're a weird long distance runner. All the Docs I work with are too... but what do they know? Limey... BINGO! Roy. I'm done the text and adding the pics downstairs when Leah comes down for a visit. She says with her big grin, "Daddy, look what I found." It was the ruler, and strangely, the second time in a matter of weeks she's done something kinda psychic like that. Thanks doods. Seriously just having fun this time around. All was true, except for Huey Lewis, and the fish were all stage props.

Transferred to SFDCI Wayne. That was pretty much the same as dropping out.

It was Kindygarten class. I got to sit at table four by the window and nearest the playhouse. There was me, Rachel, Chuckles and Christine. Christine was the weird one and I don't think she made it to grade 1. Lots of glue chew and crayons went in that girl. Chuckles was my bud, he was tallest in class before me, and Rachel was the brains of the operation, but she was sensitive. We'd all go different ways in life, and even death. Christine was pregnant in highschool and I remember her pushing the stroller around town in my teens. Wasn't my kid, honest Injun. That girl could strut a mean streak though. Rachel cried her way through school every time she got less than A, sensitive, like I said. I worked Chuckles' paper route now and again, lived for hockey and soccer days, explorations into the forests behind his house and many computer games on the early IBM's. He took his own life a few years back, sad days but remembered by me with love. Naps and snacks were the best part of Kindygarten... Here's some fish for show and tell... Grade 1. Had already been in my first fight with Mike. The Dukes of Hazard, A-Team and the Hulk on friday nights made me a kid killa on the playground. Learned the over-the-top left handed pencil grip to keep the lead letters from smudging on the pages. Penmanship rocked but the reading did not. A, B, C, D were the reading groups and yep, stuck in D for dummy was me. Somewhere along the way there was this short story about a squirrel and I read that sucka so many times it was memorized, almost. My turn came in class and PIZOWY!!! Sped through that squirrel story without so much as a breath. Promotion right there and then to group A, instant teacher's pet. Fatter crayons, corduroy pants and my Buster Brown shoes were in fashion... and here's some fish for show and tell. Grade 2. Teacher was nice but had an evil eyebrow, kinda like "The Rock" but on a middle-aged, blue dress wearing, short-haired plain Jane. Year was pretty uneventful, but I think somewhere along the way I started parting the hair down the middle and got me some cool sunglasses. In fact, I know that's how it went down. Like every kid in Grade 2, I was the fastest runner in the world. Track and field day that spring was a beauty. 200, 400, 800 meter, no probs. 1500... well it gave ya cramps, distance running is for weird kids anyways. Finally my event, 100 meter dash. Just before the race for the first time ever, couple girls, Cindy and Tawnya ask me to get them a Coke from the classroom and come sit and share with them atop the hill under the old oak tree. Butterflies I tells ya... and I missed the race cause of chillin' with these ladies. Adored that Cindy all the way ti'll the end of College, and made friends with Tawnya for life. Cory Hart was all hit list and my dad sold his plane. Here's some fish for show and tell. Grade 3 and my best friend Kevin had to write about 20,000 lines on the board that year. I got me a Timex watch with a "start-stop" button on it so I could time how quick I was at doing everything. Could pee a full bladder sometimes in under a second, wish that didn't change. Inside the watch was a little piece of paper with the name of the girl I liked.... and so yes, some girls (like you know who) were always trying to get the time if ya know what I mean? "Red Rover, Red Rover, we call Drew over," and I go running into their arms. It was a never-ending theme. A Utopian society within which I ruled a harem of beautiful pre-pubescent screaming goddessessess. Tape cassettes were $5.99 down at Doctor Music so it took me two weeks of allowance at a fiver a week to save up and get my first ever tape, Twisted Sister's "Stay Hungry," album. Class party that spring I carried dad's ghetto-blaster to school only to find my cousin Darin brought his too. A room divided that afternoon, almost all the boyz with me rockin' out to "We're Not Gonna Take It," while Darin had the girls spun out on "The Summer Of 69." It became a rivalry between him and I for Cindy ti'll the end of highschool, which neither ever won. Windbreakers that could fold up into a pouch were cool during those days, and yeah, here's some fish for show and tell. Grade 4 and I slipped into a lifestyle of sex, drugs and rock & roll while out on tour with Men At Work and Huey Lewis and the News. On the playground I rolled for a time with a couple Special Ed. kids, until Trek one day lifted me up onto the play structure by my hair. Trek was fun before that, cause I'd never know if he was going to be the blue train, the blue truck or the brown truck at recess. Blue train was my favorite cause that's when we'd run around the fastest and be the loudest we could. Trek and Raymond were same age as me in Grade 3 but both of 'em had beards and smelt like wet dog farts. Dad bought me a Honda 50 with phat tires, which before long got me some wicked road rash when I laid it down on the dirt trying to race a car. Driving it on the streets in town and on the railroad tracks would get me in trouble too. My girls liked riding with me at times, but along the way, my loves Cindy and Tawnya got accepted to French Immersion and come Grade 5 would slip out of my life for a few years. Much of that year I sported the best looking white leisure suit with Hawaiin shirts, why? Because I was Don Johnson from Miami Vice. Him and Max Headroom were all the rage. For show and tell, here's something else... Grade 5. Well, my teacher was the Devil and she sent me to the Principal's office 28 times that year. Broke my knuckles on Jason's forehead, only to get the cast off and re-break my knuckles on Jason's forehead again. There was no hope for me, I was addicted to comic books, scratch and sniffs, trading cards and stealing money from my dad's change jar for sugary treats like Chews and Hot Lips. If you didn't want to trade stuff I'd punch you in the face or chuck your tennis ball in the river. Playing guns around the apartment complex, I hit Matt with an M16 in the stomach too, cause they weren't always head-shots back then. Boys those days never got concussions like all the softies today, we got what were called, "the whirlies." We were allowed balls in school too, we played kick-hockey every recess, and all of us boys unless your parents were on Welfare, were enrolled in hockey together. In school we sang O'Canada and said the Lord's Prayer, nowadays that's gone though, and only Muslims have rights in school. I sported Zips, cause laces were out of style and if you were anybody important back then, you had to get your shoes on quick and get out there in the world. Here's some fish for show and tell. Grade 6. Being reformed after grade 5 it was all about the Arts. The town police slogan for the kids was, "I'd Rather Be Me. VIP" (very important person) They'd come around classes and show us drugs like magic mushrooms, Angel dust, and Mary Jane. I got the VIP T-shirt. Our cool teacher would take it all a step further in our "sex ed" classes and she'd show us how to protect ourselves from the new killer monkey love bug called Aids. Of course, from my Grade 4 days while in Brazil with the Aussie sensation Men At Work, I'd learned all about that stuff. Prez Bush would say back then, "Just Say No," and who would have known that kids to this day are still saying no to everything except Prozac and Percocets, never meaning to be a say no to work and their parents. At the back of the class, quietly tucked away from the rest, I doodled my arts and played with these balsa wood, skateboard-like finger-boards dad let me make at home with his bandsaw, wheel sander and epoxy. My school ruler for a business sign on my desk, I made cold-hard cash selling those finger boards and later popsicle stick half pipes and skate parks... truth. Better stuff than those Ollie McTwists. Sold the Honda for a Nintendo with Tyson's Punch Out and Mario 2, sold golf balls I'd swim for too. All was balanced until Kevin showed up to class one day wearing a pair of Reebok Pumps. Life after that became all about the size of our calf muscles and how much air we could get. Along with smoking mom's menthols, whipping apples in the fields at bulls and exploring my own body some more, the hot ticket was Jordan in Chicago and the beginning of everything convenient on a disposable planet... For tell and show, here's some fish. Grade 7. The teacher needed to be timed-out, he was a fruity dood with diva attitude. Guy would consistently cut into or even skip our gym classes for history. Got my first Pro skateboard... yep, you guessed it, Tony Hawk's Skull design. Set the folks back $275 on my Christmas/birthday combo gift but it was soooo worth it as it was the envy of all. I remember the first ride down that hill on Somerset in Ottawa. Swiss bearings, Tracker trucks, purple grip tape over a blue board. I didn't skate thank you very much, I became the definition of skate. It had "hell concave" and a wicked tail. Learned to railslide, tailslide, powerslide, kickflip, pogostick, nosepick, middle-finger-flick and pretty much skin the shins on every street corner. The ankles of little old ladies on the sidewalks got terrorized. Guys with half pipes would invite our skate crew over and we'd rip all over town to get a full days skate in. We were the Bones Brigade Kevin, Chad, Jeff, Emanuel and I, and fast becoming known by the local girls as, Bad Boys. Reeboks sucked already, it was Vans, Airwalks and Converse now, along with MC Hammer pants. The hat said, "Life's A Beach," while my wicked PeeWee Herman face shirt said, "cumming in a theater near you." Mac's Milk Froster brain freezes and a strict diet of french fries, with zits on the face and some fish for show and tell. Grade 8. Hitting a kid in a wheel chair was my only regret, in a way. He totally deserved it though, and I still graduated elementary the recipient of the "Civitan Citizenship Award." Highschool was just around the corner, and five of the seven girls in my class were now filled out real nice. French kissing Morgan the first time was a real radical thing. Tongue tingly. Scoring chicks and making second base was the badge of honor, I got four badges then. Dad caught on to the fact all his bottles of clearer alcohol were pretty much filled with water now. The same Jason I broke my knuckles on in Grade 4 needed to fight again one day. Asked me to take my shoes off first as he wanted to show off his Karate skills. While he took his off I quickly kicked him in the kiwis with my shoes still on and took off on my BMX. I won. Maestro Fresh Wes, The Chili Peps and Easy-E were for the boys, Skinhead O'Connor, Depeche Mode, Vanilla Ice, the NKOTB, button up fly jeans and Doc Martins for the girls. Some liked GNR too. My fingerboard business had long gone bankrupt, Huey Lewis and Men At Work were out of work too, but I had Tawnya and sometimes Cindy back in my life. My friends and I were all the Kings and Queens of elementary, and although so much had come and gone in my youthful little life, two things in school always remained the same... ... there was always a summer break... and there was always show and tell. To this day, those things have never really changed...

My GOD man!!! Best Rich and Patsy report ever. Congrats to you, but more importantly, congrats to Patsy for an incredible first muskie. Very cool!

Perfect Cliff. The fishing good, the boat great. The additions and help from buds to make it sea worthy, awesome. Enjoy it man, it'll serve ya well.

That was fantastic Mike. Great report to wake up this afternoon too. Quality time for dad and the lad. Thanks.

Dang dood!

The Fenwick walleye class rods I always loved for their action, but after two easy breakages wouldn't re-buy. I was under the impression that Berkely made them, and if true it's surprising. I've had a Gary Roach light action 5 1/2 Berk Lightning for a long time, don't use it much now but I've put it through the paces, and it is still one of the best sticks I've ever owned.

Beeeeeeeee Udy Ski!!!

Ages 23 to 33 were spent in the north. Two years in Attawapiskat and nearly eight in Moosonee/Moose Factory. Found that fishing partners were hard to come by most years, and not many if any had the same appetite for fishing. The HWY 11 corridor from even north of Cochrane to North Bay I've stopped along and fished in a good many places, while learning to get better at angling. Living in the south now, the north is somewhere that's visited a number of times each year, and it's always a treat to read any north reports and even help give info when able. Enjoy your new boat and bring this site what you can.

I hope you caught that Superkid. Cool boat. Enjoy your fall.

Yes... very cool Roy Skip D. Thanks.

December 4rth. I think that was my last day out on Quinte. Lotsa time left.

Well bud, the weather did change and we got cut short two days this year because of 25-30 knot winds, all day rains, thunderstorms forecasted and a plumetting temps. But the five days we did get... GREAT. Couldn't complain about the blue skies, high heat, nada winds and hot water for living with... but it did mean extra work for specks. It was fantastic seeing ya again, and meeting the guys was a real treat. What a bunch of fun you all are, and SERIOUS about specks too. It was our pleasure stopping in a few times to share a laugh and some malt with ya'll. Solid short report Dan. Incredible pics as always. Condolences to you as well Al.

Live frogs, worms, leeches, crayfish and minnows. Not the best bass guy but I'd probably have... tubes, senkos, a crank or two, frogs and my favorite fall bait, 4-inch grubs on the light tackle.

All some solid ideas... even the dynamite. lol. Much of it, we all do I bet... in our own ways. Preparing the night before is always key, and hooking up the boat with everything gas'd up and charged, for sure. Used to have these long runs between spots when living up north. Sometimes in the colder months, I'd cook/heat pre-made meals that had been frozen in aluminum take-out containers... (ya know, the ones with the lids) If not cooking on the run, food could be cooking while jiggin' up eyes at a spot. A hot meal goes a long way when ice fishing for a day too. At home sometimes when bored, I'll just make it a day of cooking and get the beef stew into the slow cooker first, then whip up a big pot of chili then do a huge soup pot full of chowder, then finally a chicken stew. In a few hours, can usually get 24-30 big bowl fulls worth of hearty home-cooked meals done. Here's whats waiting for the next trip, and smooth fall Quinte days. In a 72 liter cooler, you can place the bowls 3 across and 6 deep giving you 18 meals if going on a fishing/camping trip. Because they are all frozen, I've had them stay that way for up to 7-8 days in August. Packing in the cooler, it's best to go 2 deep (6 bowls) then lay a tight-fitted piece of cardboard wrapped with a towel, then do 6 more(2 more deep) with another towel and cardboard, then have 6 on top. Layered and protected, the lower dishes stay frozen when the cooler is opened only to retrieve a meal. Bungee cord across the top of the cooler too, handle to handle, just in case it opens a crack. Just one way to maximize fishing time and get a solid tasty meal without having to take extra time out to prep food. Other quick food ideas... precook spuds and freeze (they make great blocks of ice) for shorelunch type meals. Chop chicken, onions and peppers ahead of time, freeze the chicken until needing it, and this way the only thing for fajitas is the kit, and to just add everything into an oiled pan. Two ways of speeding up meal time with less mess. Ohhhh, and saved to computer, a master food plan with meal ideas and for shopping helps quicken trip prep time.

Some people just love stopping to smell the roses when out for a day of fishing, some don't, and then there's others that tend to stop more often when the fishin' is slow or your on route to the fish. But if the roses ain't part of the plan, and what ya want is to maximize every minute of fishing time so you can beat the waters silly, what are some time saving tricks you've learned over the years? (think... while camping and fishing, everyday fishing outings, during trip or outing preparation, researching... anything at all that you might do)