Moosebunk

That's some wicked arse creative shiznit right there ole bawdy!

No not there, not yet, will not likely happen either. Two decades of working in the north I have been the "white man" since day one and many, many, many, many, many times been on the receiving end of racism, nurse abuse or whatever. I don't take it personally, however once finding some communities worse than others, rather than risk my license or losing my red-headed temper too often, it's best just to move on to other places that don't have or have less of the same issues. This particular place however, there's something wrong with a few too many people but, the fishing is really gooooood! lol. The furthest place I go, Grise Fiord in the highest Arctic, well, it seems the most down to earth. So you just never know ti'll ya go. Thanks for reading guys!

Combining work with this insane want to fish summer's Arctic char often requires a tonne of planning and plenty of luck. It's never once been a given to just show up in Nunavut and have all things laid out just right for the fishing. Timing is everything, location key, experience golden and confidence a must but still, the monkey wrenches that got thrown into all my big plans were seemingly too much this time around. But yet in the end, having the stars align for just that one right chance, it made for an experience never to be forgotten. Char fishing is the culmination of entirely who I am and what I do for a living, there are few fish that give me the same rush. Blessed to have worked a long time and find a job that allows for such amazing fishing opportunities in the Arctic. Link on in for some northern exposure. https://bunksoutdoorangle.com/a-nunavut-nomad-viii-the-ivitarulik-redemption/

AK see your inbox. Alligator gar would be a hoot to reel in and knock of the bucky Siwash. I'd think bottom baiting for something like that would be much the same as our sturgeon fishing up here... except a whole muddier and sweatier down there in that stanky Texas heat. That keeps it kinda lower on this pasty white ginger's priority list, the sunstroke and skin cancer and all. lol. Thanks for reading dudes.

Baaaaahahaha! Thanks baaaahhhdddy! For making me feel all warm and fuzzy, and tingling in my horn. Baaahhhem I mean, horns.

Ohhhh just don't write these reports nearly as often as I used to, especially outside of the winter months. Got the Covid this week though and that coughed up enough time to get spewing some out. For any interested, here's a latest about gar. Bit of a recap of this season along with some of my history and how it follows along with the OFAH records and other big fish caught over the years. Sorry, you'll have to link on over to my site if wanting to view.... https://bunksoutdoorangle.com/ottawa-river-gar-for-the-record/ Enjoy what's left of summer and into fall.

Enjoyed a couple days of grayling in Nunavut this past summer. Thank God they and the big, river whitefish were biting because the char were still at sea and didn't get the memo to come see me. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csZWAUmmJK8

Was all over the Alumacraft, Lund and StarCraft websites two nights ago looking at tillers and such. The StarCrafts are beauty boats and well priced by comparison.

Be careful Brian... many ties require a lot of head cement. ALOT!!! If you're finding yourself dizzy or with headache, put the glue down and step away from the vise into fresh air... preferably to go fishing.

Can imagine these western ling that are twice as big... but kinda don't want to imagine. lol Thanks fellas.

Ahhhh the Agent Stevie Zebco. Love that big kid.

Don't see 'em this big too often... not in Ontario anyways. Just 1.2 pounds shy of a record. A "HUGE" one through the ice captured on a short video. Link: One "HUGE"... LINK!!! Cool catch! Stoked. Bunk

Quality video to remind us, they don't always bite. lol

Thanks Smitty and the moderators too..? It's been awhile since I've been on here. Looks like I might have missed some things..?

OK... Sounds scientifically sound. lol.. Will follow that science to reduce skin aging. lol

Renaming the boat this year, gonna call her "Quarantine." Planning on spending plenty of time in Quarantine this season.

Thanks Ray. Lots and lots of long-winded practice over the years. Actually comes harder nowadays cause it's less often. But if you're good with reading it, I'm good with writing. Ohhh shart! Don't you start!!! lol. Any ideas how to reverse the aging process?

Believe for 2021 there were only 6 or 7 new entries to the site. Slowing down a little I suppose. Not sure which I posted here or not, but likely not many. This one kinda wraps things up but there's a couple Nipigon posts, a spring then fall recap on everything from gar and crappies to muskies and more muskies. There's a new Nunavut Nomad there for Kugluktuk and the Coppermine River grayling and whitefish. Lotsa stuff despite not as many entries. Thanks for reading dood!

Would guess that of the fish in the pic above, the sturgeon is great Grandma compared to the rest. But the lakers get up there too. Gar, muskie, pike probably late teens, early 20s. Speck, eye, splake out of the waters they came from 5-10 years but that big bull Arctic river whitefish very near it's peak for size, no idea how old.

Fishing and travel is what this is about. Balancing a life in the north and south, pointing a moral compass, maintaining some sanity, and fighting the clock while experiencing all that’s possible. This past year I visited Nunavut’s highest north, most east and furthest west communities for work, essentially and finally leaving my footprints in all four corners of the Arctic Territory. Outside of that accomplishment, there has been fishing, and the past four seasons witnessed so many personal best catches for family and friends and days on the water, that so much can just never be forgotten. My fish, many other's fish like personal bests for Leah, Bren and friends, and so much of the best I could get of the scenery, please enjoy this one… LINK ON IN HERE TO........ BIG FISH, BIGGER WONDERS. BIG FISH, BIGGER WONDERS. Best to all in 2022.

7-10 hours from Niagara. Drive to. You look at options from Baskatong up to La Verendrye Wildlife Reserve? It'd very likely tick off the four species you've listed and there are plenty operators.

That's amazing Ron! Congrats.

I just like seeing reports on sites and others liking the same. Glad it worked out for ya on Bounce... Memories made and tough to beat those kinda trips with family.

"Below the boat, down a couple hundred feet, swam a Brobdignagian Behemoth named Bertha. Bertha BUTT, one of the Butt sisters. Bertha’s family the Hailbutts came from the wrong side of the current and Bertha looked every one of her twenty-three years. The family had changed their name when they moved into the Gold River area, but everybody knew very well that the BUTTs were furriners and not to be trifled with. Bertha was in a foul mood: her husband Bob Butt, the wastrel, had blown the family’s grocery money on cod cheeks at the Newfie Plaice, that new joint near the island that had servers with fin clips and pouty lips. “What do those Atlantic floozies have that I don’t?” thought Bertha. The kids would be whining about Tuna Helper AGAIN, and it had been ages since they had eaten a nice meal of squid or octopus. Suddenly Bertha detected a delicious aroma: could that actually be salmon heads? Yes, for certain! And also salmon belly and maybe a bit of rotted herring!!! Bertha quivered with delight and started to follow that delectable trail of scent, salivating at the thought of it all. Suddenly she saw not one but THREE lovely servings of salmon belly, waving seducingly on the bottom. She approached the first salmon belly, gave it a loving sniff, opened her mouth and BANG!" Well done! I remember bits of this time of yours out west when you passed them along some years ago. Looking forward to the new story Doug. Such a way with words... hopefully your way with fish flowed the same this time around, or you at least fought Bertha for a short time before she sunk your boat and you swam ashore. lol

Ya suppose fingers could like little minners swimming around or fleeing a human. A muskies mistaken identity for what it thought was an appetizer..