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Tonnes of great seasonal fish porn pics Steve. Ya had a good year bud, carry it into 2011.

Kick in the face eh Raf. asses. If I see any ads I'll let ya know.

Welcome to a whole new world of expense Matt. Good luck with it.

To the guys who mentioned Tamar... if you haven't gone, you'll find that Bruce really is a good fella. The camp is great there too. I've always liked Tamar but this year have something else in mind. I find main lake fishing tough but last year had more success on my last day than any other day ever. Back lakes can be hot... sometimes. Hope that all is going well for you by then Wayne as well. I know your posse looks forward to the hospitality.

It's certainly not just the strength of your daughter that'll put your family past this Wayne. You're awesome bud, Leah too, keep being the parents you are. Thinking of you all and well wishes.

Steve... I caught your first post on Yahoo too. lol. But the writer was right and hard to disagree with. Buck... I think every UFC since 100 has been measurably a let down, not to say I haven't enjoyed many a fight night. There should be less viewings and more solid fight cards IMO. The up and comers should head to Spike the odd saturday nights, with a single decent headliner. I've started to become more disappointed with PPVue and wish that the money UFC is to earn from it's followers was more the result of their building upon their greatest achievements in MMA sport and entertainment, not so much in just cash cow fighters.

The old days for a young feller like me... Both parents worked. My mother lived for her boys and her career. An elementary school teacher whom during many (8) of my childhood years studied her nights away in her room while chipping away at her Masters in Education. She rarely missed one of my brother's or my hockey games and after school was first home to pop the Y&R on the TV while cooking us up a healthy meal. She exemplified what it is to be dedicated and giving. She is still revered by many as their favorite school teacher from back in their days. She is the heart of our family. She never skips a beat, never rests. My father lived for us boys, his work and himself. A professional photographer and business owner he put 5-6 days a week into his store from 75-93, later moving on to work with the town Police Department. A perfectionist, he always did things once and did them right. A man who loved and practiced his favorite hobbies as often as he could. He gave Noel and I the longest leash by which to learn yet with a choke chain that reminded us of responsibility first, and he taught many life lessons, and still does... I started work at 14 for $4.00hr. I wasn't allowed to miss work for anything; especially self induced weekend illnesses, although I could get away with skipping school. Most of my friends in highschool didn't work as much or hard as I did during evenings, weekends and summers off... they didn't necessarily play as hard either, as my wallet was usually thicker from work. My father was of the mindset that if I wanted something, I'd earn it and not get it before I could afford it... although alot of people late 80's to 90's seemed to sway to the opinion of "why buy it with your own money... credit." When College came I got loans but still had to work quite a bit. I failed first year but during that time learned that I am the son of my parents. Very unhappy with failure and debt, the remaining years ti'll now I've made sure to live with little of either. Goals that more kids coming up would be wise to wanting to achieve. I don't look back at the old days as much as I compare to just 10 years ago... before I left for the north. Up north to me feels like 10-20 years ago, so when I settled here again, with more time to view things, things seem to have jumped ahead quickly. In 10 years it seems as though the "ME" generation has really taken over and like a vaccuum I find myself; and many raised right people too, getting sucked in. But how can we not? It's pretty much mainstream. This person wants this, this person that. This one gets their way, this one does not. This one complains, and in the old days might have been told to suck it up if even being listened to at all, but nowadays... the complainer gets their way. So we do more complaining now too. And... how dare anyone tell us we're wrong to do so, cause we'll complain about them complaining about our complaint. lol One child in school has a peanut allergy, all children will go without peanut butter sandwiches. God help us all with this allergic epidemic.. lol. Hydro prices are to go up; probably in "most" part because everyone wants new and less effective but more expensive green energy... so we start peeing and moaning... (although probably no one will listen on that one) My home in the north was "all inclusive," but now that I pay heat and hydro separately too, not thinking I almost got sucked into "the complainer vaccuum" earlier this week with the hydro business until someone of the "back in the days" era, my father, taught me again... $3000 a year/ $250 a month hydro... I'll guess. $8.21 a day/ $0.35 an hour. So, for $0.35 this hour all my family's food won't spoil, my TV's will work during this day of miserable Hydro line damaging freezing rain, I can type this out on my desktop while my lights are on, laundry is fluffin' and my coffee is brewing. So what should I really be complaining about??? (I just wanted somehow to tie this in, as the original thread was locked and I never got the chance to make a point. lol.) I dunno where to go with the rest of this after reading people's interesting stories of old. We all hold times in our life as great and some other times not so much. Years gone by have their good and bad points I guess, (Bologna, liver and man-eating sabre-tooth tigers being a few of the bad) just like today has the same. The biggest difference nowadays over yester- years though, seems to be this ever increasing complacency that fosters complaint in hopes to adapt. It's all about me, how I can't handle "No" and am entitled to better because my best contributions to society are my hair, Blackberry and couch-potatoing skills. It's a movement towards more pick-pocketing, piddling, piggy-backing, finger pointing and pining that juat reverberates until it becomes todays and everydays noise which is sadly different from yesterdays and hard for some to listen to. Somedays I can't stand the sound of things either and wish all I had to do was ride my skateboard, mind my P's... and Q's, and go out chasing tail with a buzz on. Ahh well, best have that $0.35 cup of java now and wake up... rereading this post, methinks I fell off the sane train after my parents.

Good stuff Terry. Nice to see ya really pound them with Lloyd out there. Congrats on the PB.

Yes... I think in higher elevations of the Pitt River... I believe..? Jet... outstanding post for people here to enjoy. I've read Bulls are called Bulls for reason... as they're quite aggressive and tough fighting. Would love to add one of them, plus a dolly and cutthroat to the life list. One day. To me, they look so much like their cousins... the laker especially, but with a hint of char in their spots and coloration before the char is anywhere near spawn vibrant. Hope you catch more. Keep it up dood!

Thanks doods! Wayne, hope all is off to a healthy start and things stay that way. All the best bud. Dan, would have enjoyed hearing from ya or seeing you this past summer. Take care over the winter and try not to work your life away.

If people concentrated on the really important things of life, there'd be a shortage of fishing poles. How true is that..? The fall fishing photos saved in the home archives are beginning to stretch the vault walls so, I figured it was in best interest to spend a little time investing in a less wordy but full picture report. This season has been really cool... not the weather so much, that has been kinda hot, not the wind either as it's been constantly a blow, but the fishing for me has been cool. A real test at times but good fun learning new things. September ti'll now has been a consistent mix of attempts for local bass, big river muskie and Quinte walleye. The report on the three would give a mixed grading of a D- for muskies, B for bass and an A+ on BOQ eyes. The greater motivators have been a determination to learn new tricks on new waters, and at the same time share experiences with friends. What can be a detriment is being indecisive with the number of options, not having enough midweek partners to turn too, and still not having a solid work schedule to plan things out how I would like. There won't be any muskies in the report. Five trips out to three different bodies of water; including a totally new area to me, saw not a fish come over the gunnel. I finished the year for them in early October, decidedly wanting to make the switch at that time to BOQ walleye. Next years plans will likely see me trying harder to improve on the fishing during the summer months which there was more success this year. The bass have been on and off, most days on though. Where largies have failed there have been a couple days when smallies and eyes have saved the day. Other times out, the largies have been on fire. A best afternoon in early November had 60+ largies hooked and a dozen or so pike, while an early October outing proved outstanding for bigger smallies. Seven times out for bass this fall, only twice were the fish unco-operative. Lastly BOQ. First outing in early October with my father was a bust. The bigger fish hadn't really come home yet but I was just chomping at the bit to test the new gear and myself. During the next four weeks I ended up sharing two days in TonyB's boat with him and Aaron, and then later during two more separate outings I shared time out once with Grant and once with an old friend visiting from Yellowknife. At BOQ excluding day one, the four days on the water have totalled a pretty solid 56/64 with 29 fish being walleye. And of course the word is out about Aaron's remarkable record-breaking sheepie which I thoroughly enjoyed experiencing with him and Tony. My first year really taking a crack at this has been pretty fun and rewarding. The coming weeks should hopefully allow for some more walleye, steelhead and maybe a few more bass and/or inland trout. As I sit here typing this though, a hizelluva north-wind blows to remind me that the fall is near end. On the shelf at home here the ice gear sits ready, the ATV and Bravo have been prepped, and thoughts of winter trips begin to get planned. Onto some pics... THE BASS. THE WALLEYE. FRIENDS WITH FISH. Tony. Aaron. (with his enormous sheephead) Grant aka Slop. Dan. (with new PB walleyes and a first sheephead) A FEW SCENIC SHOTS. So there. That empties the vault for the fall. Not a usual story type report cause I suffer from S.A.D. and am exhausted of late from playing too hard. Those heading out to try their luck for the big eyes, good luck to yas. Fish safe and stay warm, careful on the new ice to come. Bunk.

I gotta show my wife Skud's pic. Only then will I become unretarded again. lol.

These are brilliant bud. Keep up the good work.

Dood!!! I fished that spot in pic 1. Curly Trees Lake down around Swirlville!! lol. Nice bass.

Had to take a second look bud. Mike, you're making magic with those specks and that camera.

Whoa........ I had to take a little walk around the ER tonight after reading that. If you're looking for good karma now Wayne, there's nothing else good enough other than a speedy and full recovery along with some lottery winnings and happily ever afters for Jennifer and you all. Man, you and Leah have taken some beats since I've come to know yas. Thank God though that "knowing yas" makes me feel Jennifer will pull through this one too. She comes from good stock... Jenny will rock. Bren and I will be thinking of yas.

Have no idea what your costs are going to be in total... start to finish of all projects, land taxes and everything else considered for the rest of your days..? Not sure how old the kids are, how long they may actually get to enjoy the fruits of your labor, how often in the near future they will join you in such a camp and receive quality time when dad isn't working on building, cleaning and clearing beaches, cabins and roads...? Not sure how much time you could get with them and for yourself doing other things today and during days ahead if you chose to spend the same on other options? Not to discourage Cook. Simply playing Devil's Advocate. Good luck in your choice. I'd go with the closer property, especially if your life is mon-fri 9-5. You have a shiftworkers life like Solo or myself... further may not be that difficult after the solid investment of time to get set-up.

Tony's Black Rhino was the vessel... I grabbed it in the net starboard but we swung it around to the port and both pulled it on up. Heavy lamb.

The fight went... Aaron takes a port side rod which goes screaming.... the fish ends up back at 660 last we know of it before Tony takes another rod that fires starboard. I'm eating some delish Fondue and passing gas, but am forced to clear three lines. Tony lands his sheepie... ... then we clear the last line, enjoy some more delish Fondue and a Black Forest cake from Timmies, and pop the boat in neutral to wait for ole Aaron to quit showboating. Aaron's fish is staying down but finally it surfaces like a whale, spits out a 36-inch muskie and is in the net. The rest becomes his official (between us all and those who matter) Ontario record. The End. Ahhhhhh it was a blast sharing the boat with these two yahoos. Great BOQ weekend, the way they should always happen. Thanks again doods, was a fun time full of fish.

The fight went... Aaron takes a port side rod which goes screaming.... the fish ends up back at 660 last we know of it before Tony takes another rod that fires starboard. I'm eating some delish Fondue and passing gas, but am forced to clear three lines. Tony lands his sheepie... ... then we clear the last line, enjoy some more delish Fondue and a Black Forest cake from Timmies, and pop the boat in neutral to wait for ole Aaron to quit showboating. Aaron's fish is staying down but finally it surfaces like a whale, spits out a 36-inch muskie and is in the net. The rest becomes his official (between us all and those who matter) Ontario record. The End.

Thanks a bunch doods!!! Yep... a few bass in that post eh! lol. Learning my way to better boat those suckaz. Lots of opps for them around home. They'll become a staple part of the fishing diet. Bill, hopefully see you sometime soon too. Mike, will see ya soon. Wayner... dood... as an adult your like a kid and hard to keep up with, couldn't imagine you at 10. As your dad I'd have Ritalin in your oatmeal every morning.

September 4th. Bass. The Labor Day weekend is last call for family time before the kiddies head off back to school. Bren wanted the sunday to drag us all down to Shawville for the fair and Paul Brandt concert. (I really quite enjoyed my first country music show... I'm "Alberta Bound" in a "Great Big Convoy" now) The Saturday was mine though, and so with huge winds meaning no boating, after hitting a pancake house I took all the girls for a big hike and fish. The winds couldn't find us along this magnificently scenic river and ducking under trees neither could the odd shower, but the smallie action was incredible. A two and half pounder in the river would likely be the tank, but with the ultralights and current fishing the four of us caught bass after bass. There was a point where I got 10 in 10 casts... and we all likely caught 4-5 dozen. The tough fighting fun fishing for the girls, the hike, coupled with a picnic and having the entire gang out together fishing for the first time in a couple years... it was my favorite day. The sentimental one of the season. Took tonnes of pics and probably shouldn't post to many, but I will. September 7th. Walleye. Got together with a friend of mine and set off in chase of ole marble eyes. We found a few non keepers flashing in the pan but were unfortunately chased home after only 3 hours by thunderstorms. Ahhh well. September 8th. Muskie. Finally a day for the books for me and the muskie. Threw caution to the wind and trailered the WarCanoe to an entirely new expanse of water. I had a clue from past reports, Google'd to find the launch and on a day that blew mild and poured off and on all afternoon, I finally hooked a solid muskie. A personal best to be exact because it was measured and because it was the culmination of a TONNE of time trying. Actually got two and lost one on this day, but the second fish was small, took time to unhook and so I got it back quick. It was surprising how nervously cautious I was with the fish... INet and muskie fisherman do that to ya I guess. After an attempt to land it by hand; like I've done nearly every pike in my life except my PB, there was no way the wily Lunge would have that happen. Scary boatside fish... so, it went in the net and remained submerged until I set up for a shot. It released really well, and that was good as it was a spotless fish that was no worse for wear having taken only a single treble firmly through the front of the bottom lip. They leave you wanting more though. You fish so long for an appearance. Hopefully time will make me more efficient at boating these beauties. September 10th. Bass. More wind played a role on this day and so did the long trip with The Bomber after its return from the west. Thought I had troubles at the launch but with some unnecessary running around and a dumba$$ moment, I got to fishing about 3 hours after I had intended to start. Senko saved the day, got some fish, but it was a long day. September 11th. Bass. Friend of mine allowed me to launch onto a "semi-private" lake. Bass can grow pretty big there but they're kinda hit hard all summer long on this busy cottagers playground. For the weekend after Labor Day, at one point I could see and count 12 boats cruising around. Picked up maybe a dozen smallies and a largie, saw a great pike, watched crappie feed like mad on the surface at sunset and, thought I'd try the place again some midweek day in the future. September 14th. Walleye. Grant met me at the launch and during the afternoon winds we drifted around putting some bass in the boat. None were anything to write home about. Come dusk it was time to play with the walleye though, and although they weren't on fire, we caught a respectable few keepers and released some others. Every time out with ole "Slob" is a good time. Really enjoyed his company a number of times this summer. Thanks again bud. September 20th. Bass and Walleye. This would be it for summer as next day would be the first day of fall. My dad mentioned in the spring how he wanted to make a visit to a big and scenic lake up in the Highlands. The weather was to be great. Luckily since just this spring until today, I've been able to fish more with my dad already (just four times now) than we have fished together in our lifetime. It's perfect. It's the way it should be. I sometimes wonder if he thinks I'm a totally obsessed knuckle head fisherman though, but then other times believe he is interested in knowing more. Crappie, gar and now a cool bass outing, then muskie this past sunday, if you're not accustomed to it, its gotta be eye opening. I know his involvement makes him happy, and me too... so on this last day of summer we set out and cruised around all over the big lake, dropping lines often in search of smallies but having a hard time, when finally come a half hour before sunset I found bait and some interesting structure while just trolling about. "Bait is thick dad... thick... and hooks all over." Trolling into the wind we passed by and picked up nothing until the bait stopped. We took time to tie up jigs and switch to ultralights. First cast back behind us I felt the all too familiar tick of a walleye. Sweep. In da boat. We drifted back through with the wind and each picked a few more. All were pike bait size if you ask me, but it was a nice note to end on. So it was an interesting summer. 21 days fishing on the local waters plus another 14 days divided between two great trips. Six muskie outings going 7 for 11 with another 10 raised. A PB crappie, PB muskie, possibly PB smallie and my second best largie. Ten new bodies of water. Great company... yes, a definite bonus to living in the south has been having company in the boat. Friends and family really made this summer fishing what it was, so thanks again, especially those who had to be patient when work interrupted plans. With the new life to balance and so many things to consider and do... it was done pretty well. Fall should be fun with more opportunities. Maybe see some of yas out there. Bunk

Been a weird summer. There was much new to take in, much to learn, much to give back and much to juggle. There was balance needing to be found with our family’s work and play lives, and it was at moments a tricky task. The wheels have been spinning non-stop and it's finally time to sit and reflect upon much of the season and the fishing... and the fact it's been a full year now home in the valley. On to the summer journal... June 9th - Arrived home from Attawapiskat. June 13th - Lakers. Blown off the water by 10:00am. 2/3 small greasy lil' terds came over the gunnel while I tried my hand at the jig-jig-whack-whack. Will be giving this another try some time in the future. June 17th - Muskie. A full afternoon with Grant was just what the "Stealth Bomber" (Bomber for short) needed. Grant is one charismatic, amusing, fun, relaxed and fishing friendly guy. We got awesome weather that day and it was only the beginning of more days shared to come. Raised 6 muskie, and Grant caught 2. Thanks again for the day Slop... or "Slob" as Leah calls ya. June 21st - Salmon & Bows. A brief window to decide, I jumped at the chance to meet Carl and fish again with Mike (SM05) on Lake O. These two made half the group for an upcoming Kesagami trip. The opportunity to make friends and gel ahead of time only foreshadowed the excellent time we would share later on. Thanks Carl for the mini nooks and bows you let me reel in. June 25th - Muskie. A second crack at the big Esox, Muskiemagnet (Pat) aboard The Bomber proved why he is a "muskie magnet." I find Pat and Grant's character are much alike, but that Patty would be a version of Grant on Ritalin. Patty doesn't sing screwed up versions of song lyrics on a whim or get quite as nutty, but either version would be always welcome in my boat. It was another perfect day fishing and at the point when Patty said... "time for a troll' and then he sent his line out the back as I got the boat to speed and he in seconds hooked a fish... well... that's Pat for ya. He dials in quick. Raised 4 and Patty caught the 2 of the day. June 27th - Bass Opener. Long lost BC'er and littlest tattooed hobo FLOAT stayed under my roof for a couple nights. I don't see my BRO enough. We had back to back fun days and I managed to pull my biggest summer toad from out under the trees. Opener for us was good for a couple dozen fish. June 28th - Muskie. Second day with Floaty we tried two bodies of water for toothies. At last light while casting I blew a shoreline hookset on a biggun'. 0 for 1 on the day, but Kev found a smaller cousin to keep the complete skunk off The Bomber. Appreciated having Kev stay and hang out with me. Canada Day - Bass. Launched at 8:00am and was totally blown off the water within 2 hours. Winds came up out of nowhere. Tough fishing morning, but that afternoon the family jumped in the car and with my GPS and backroads Mapbook we took a drive from home to Griffith, to Bon Echo and back home through Ardoch, Arden and Sharbot. Lots of launches and lakes plotted to chip and memory, and the girls kind of enjoyed the 5 hour tour. July 7th - Bass. Made the mistake of fishing 2 days after a Renegade tournament. Senkos and Waveworms moved a dozen smallies in one new spot I found, but the shallow cruising big largies I sighted didn't want nuthin'. What was I thinking going to the Rideau. July 8th - ATV tour with the girls. We let the morning rains settle after I unfortunately had to cancel plans to overnight camp somewhere with my daughters. They love the quad, so I made it up to them with a full afternoon touring around in the Highlands. Dad found more trout lakes to fish while out and about too. July 10th - Bass. Snuck away to a nearby lake in order to beat on some largies. Solid afternoon with a count of 21. One thing this summer I've tried to work at changing and improving is my hookset. The walleye sweep that has been ingrained within, just doesn't work for bass. Even a magnified walleye sweep used with pike doesn't work well either. It's more up... needs to be up and hard... really hard if it's in the junk... So yes, my bass hookset could use a little Cialis until it's all naturally tweaked... but this summer I got it up hard quite a few times... and it worked. July 11th - Muskie. Sad state of affairs on this day. An old friend who rarely fishes and whose largest fish may be about a two pound smallie, joined me for muskie. On his fourth cast he hooked into a small one... and it came off at the boat. Later on the clicker rips on the troll and I handed off to him what I knew was a good fish. Joe accepted a little coaching and played it well experiencing a good battle with a mid 40" range ski... I botched the net job......... Joe's immediate response... "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!... BUNK, I HAVEN'T HAD AN ADRENALINE RUSH LIKE THAT IN 10 YEARS MAN!!! Ohhhhh!!! AWESOME!" And what's funny sad is, I wanted a picture for him and I both so bad... and Joe really didn’t care less. He was totally happy to have that experience as it was. Shame on me. July 14th - Bass. The Canada Day drive into the Land O' Lakes wasn't just for burning gas and taking in scenery. With my little ladies in tow we left bright and early for the 1.5 hour drive into God's Country. I picked out two different lakes but the first one I wanted to hit was deep and rocky with a few shallow bays, and if that more smallie like lake didn't work out, we'd tour over to a more shallow lake. Deep lake coughed up 4 fish by 1:00pm. We had a picnic and cooked up some hot dogs. Shallow lake... 32 Summer counted by days end. My girls had a blast and caught some solid bass of their own. I nailed what's likely one of, if not my biggest smallies. July 17th - Muskie. The return of Slop in the boat for an afternoon of ski hunting was a tough go. I had caught one snot rocket muskie in the WarCanoe the previous fall, but I could hardly count it as a first. This one wasn't a whole lot bigger but it was a welcome catch for me... finally... in my boat. Nice looking baby muskie. Grant makes near skunkings a whole lot more fun. Late July... Kesagami. Link to the full report here... http://www.ofncommunity.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=46006 August 9th. Crappie. Change of pace was needed. Toothy fish galore at Kesagami, the bass fishing was going pretty good, I tried a hand with the crappie for something new. Turned out, they came to play too once the evening arrived and it was great fun ultralighting a couple dozen of them up. Having never tasted crappie, I took some home for Bren and I to try from the pan, and I also caught this one cracker that came in just shy of 14 inches, could have used a quarter. Not a bad time at all fishing these oversized pannies. Fileting them I can see how they got their name. Pee-U. August 12th. Bass. Back at it with the girls we hit the road stopping first at a pancake house to enjoy the most filling piles of flour ever imaginable. Having them off for the summer meant plenty of hang time with dad doing whatever. Summer has taken to recording all fish caught, their general size and what specie. Didn't take her long this season to stop asking what this or that fish is... it'll be interesting next year to see how much actually got absorbed. Her records indicated a mixed bag of pannies and bass on a 36 fish day. Fish were OK size for fun. Mid August... Specks, Pike & Lakers. My good friends Dave and Keith joined me for a road trip. The Stealth Bomber in tow we packed much gear and shuttled our excitement out west for a chance to chase after trophy caliber fish. To say we had fun and caught great trout and pike would be putting it lightly. I'll let just a handful of pics explain. Continued...

Sorry for showing up late to the party here Wayne. Caught part of this earlier but must have been at work and didn't finish. Just got back from PQ. This place is as hopping with out ya. You're up there quietly out of the way. Would have been nice to stop in this year but wasn't in the cards. You certainly had a better and happier summer with lots of entertaining... and you deserve that. Heckuva year for water levels everywhere.. Boy soup.... lol. Will enjoy more of the flights at work on a long nightshift. TakerEZ and get some skis and eyes this fall.

WHOA!!! Flash from the past Mike. Strangely I think this is the only cottage report I can remember this summer...??? You've been a busy dood this past season... fishing and on the home front.