Moosebunk

LOL! See the fascination with the snakes now! Just awesome shots Joey, and some great fishing too. You're on fire this year!!! And, I think you've convinced me to take the Nikon and telescopic lens off my dad's hands and get down to taking some better photos.

If that doesn't put a smile on your face, you're dead. Whatta bass for the kid!

Best Horwood report I've ever seen. Great fishing dood. Thanks for posting.

Me too. And chances are good we will. Plenty more of those to come. Hey Joey... have some more of that water snake I'll toss up on FB one of these days soon. No idea what strain they are, but they are stocked. The vermiculations are often amazing like that, and the orbits in the eyes have a gelatinous green appearance. They are stunning lakers indeed. Jay... summer just got started a couple days ago dood. Plenty planned time on several trips with big toothies this years. Splake have always given a hard time.

Pink!!! Pink!!! Pink!!! Take one color grub for walleye to Kesagami and it HAS to have pink. Not an incidental catch by any means either, 1/3 of Kesagami's 40+ inch fish are caught when fishing light for walleye. Cool video. Betchya Monique's knees were shaking just a little reeling that beauty in.

Been a tonne of windy or rainy days this spring and that's been OK for the eye fishing, but no good for lakers or gar really. Well, it was one such windy day that after finishing up some yardwork in the morning it was decided that afternoon I'd head to Lanark for lunch, then hit the K&P trail for a run on the quad. Snow Road Station to Barryvale is an easy ride on this old railbed, traveling a good distance along Antoine Creek before reaching Lavant Station. Soon after Lavant, it picks up alongside South Branch Clyde Creek before finally joining the Clyde River at Clyde Forks. Further on you pass Flower Station and a chain of smaller lakes before finishing at the Calabogie Golf Course in Barryvale. As the crow flies about 40 kilometers... and being an old railway it's turns in the road are rather tame, so bike distance wouldn't be much further. A few blown down trees and couple washout spots on route, the bush was lush green and the waters flowing through the hillsides were frothing. Beaver, deer, muskrat, turtles, tadpoles, a small group of photographers and two pairs of cyclists were all the wildlife that was spotted this day. It's a perfect noon to suppertime tour for anyone. Sixty pics down to twenty. 　 Other than select lakes, Big Rideau and many others do not open to fishing laketrout until the end of May. This fishery is exceptional for both jigging and trolling bigger than average lube toobs. First trip out with a long time online angler named Matt, turned out to be a great morning of gabbing about all things fishy while managing a few fish too. Next morning out the weather was mint and the fish co-operated big time. Then another day, Mike joined me for a go and even though the bite was cut in half, we still put some goodies in the boat on a windy, rainy morn. Out again on Dads Day morn, the bite was solid during a monsoonish downpour so, for three hours I just let rain soak through everything while releasing fish. Trolling the big water, casting ice-out and now vertical jigging lakers, in just over a months time one can really get a solid variety of laketrout opportunities in. In now only three seasons fishing spring lakers, catching on fast to this complete fishery has been totally rewarding. Just something about the heavy taker and hard shaker of a doggin' laker. 　 June 15th bass were underway here in Division 18. The inaugural season for the week earlier opener, I figured it would be a bed raping... but what do I know? Only once before have I fished bass on opening day, and that was three years ago for largies. Past two seasons have chosen to go to work instead. While people were slaying in the sunshine this year, I was stuck in the E.R. helping remove fish hooks and ticks from people. My bass opener came afterwards, and when it did some smallies were on the docket. Snuck out twice actually for two quick fixes through the following week and banged up some real chunkers along with a couple surprise bucketmouths. Two opposite days requiring two different approaches to get those bigguns to turn their heads, and in the end the bass were worth waiting for afterall. 　 One other fish specie that topped the spring fishing list was the gar. An oddish, cool weather year and some interesting developments along the way, I can say it has surprisingly been the best big fish year friends and I have experienced together since day one. Although last week may have been the end of the season for me, gar are one fish that I look forward to each year and have since ever catching my first. A hundred plus pictures to sift through and plenty to consider, that full report will have to find a time and space of it's own someday soon. With so many different species to chase in the spring it's difficult to decide what and when. Remembering my first season home here four years ago, I recall the evenings before planning to head out the next day were actually somewhat stressful. Where was often the question, or for what? With many options the task of choosing a fish or place to fish was daunting, but you have to get started some place. This spring in the journal it's noted that after one outing in April, I fished a 100th new body of water since relocating in July 2009... and during that relatively short time, have sunk some memorable hook-sets into a variety of fish species. Guess that's just getting started, because it doesn't even feel like the surface has been scratched as there are still so many more waters to try. Fishing is still always like it was in the WarCanoe, hoping to peer around that next unfamiliar bend in the river, holding faith in past experiences for a safe passage, and seeking out lifes next giants to slay. A blessed man in travel, with many more "whoas" then "woes" to keep on fishing into the days ahead. The tightest of lines. Keep fishing real. Thanks for reading, Bunk

Never met my mother's father, the man who passed on his bum chin. In fact, other than a faded picture in memory and some sentimental genetics, sitting here today I can't even think what his name is. A soldier in WWII he left this earth 20 plus years before my time, and nothing has ever been said. However, until this past April my step-grandfather was there my entire life, and although it seems as if I only knew Norm just a little more, until his long struggles with lung disease took his last, hard breath, he was there. The spring came in angry. After our family laid Norm to rest on the 2nd, the first few weeks of April life kinda sang off like some lousy country song. The 3rd I picked up a bug which really zapped the energy for about 2 1/2 weeks. The truck engine done died, just after having a front-end diff installed, and the wife's car went in twice too leaving me without a vehicle for nearly two weeks. My buddy Kev lost his best friend, at far too young an age. Too much winter augering, I picked up a stubborn epicondylitis for the first time which still doesn't want to go away. While transferring a critically injured patient to Ottawa in the ambulance, a triple IV pump broke off it's pole landing on my knee, this leading to a week of no good. And come May things didn't improve either, for I was left no choice but to cancel out on a fly-in fishing trip to the Attawapiskat, and then later in the month I received word that friends and past co-workers lost Dustin and others when an ORNGE helicopter went down in Moosonee...... On the work front I had one of those remarkably trying days. Male in 20's, small car smoked from behind at high-speed, basically detached his head or rattled his brain to bleed. Impossible to describe all of what three of us needed to do to keep him alive long enough for me to transfer with him and the Medics to the city. The toll on this one was exhausting... How was the weather, did it suck? Hardly noticed. Been awhile it seems since writing anything, so maybe best to prepare for a long-winded one. Been stock-piling spring photos too and like always, rather than post weekly, when finding a long days downtime I'd rather just pick out some best pics and package it all up. This here be the spring recap. 　 Before all the woes, fishing was off to a great start. Spring steelheading was something new, and of all the fishing this past while, it's those days with friends Mike and Luke, and some great bows caught, that could very well be a highlight of the season. Walking the river, placing the cast, controlling the drift and seeing that float drop is definitely an all encompassing, different kind of cool fishing experience. Time this year was the most rewarding yet, and the hope is to build on that with trips ahead. Really quite appreciated these fish and days fishing, and considering the horror stories of "loogans" and lined banks of anglers, on our trips we found more than enough free space to ourselves. Some favorite fish... 　 During the down and out weeks after steelie fishing it got into my head that it was time to sell the WarCanoe. Pulling off the winter tarps there was some first wood rot in spots and work to be done. Summer sun is hard on a wooden boat, trailering not much easier, and the waters down here are full of strange fungi spores which get into the wood and expand. It came to mind that up in the northern cold, running rivers like it used to, is the best place for a longer life and it's end of days. So, up on Kijiji she went... and I waited... and waited. A few fellas showed interest but, not really, and some were just too far away to come and get it. Again the hope was it would go north, and one guy from Waskaganish seemed to really want it. No sale once May arrived, when it was almost time to start hitting the walleye I couldn't take it. Keel and splash guard rot got routed or cut out, repaired or replaced, a couple dry trouble spots on the gunnels took some touch-ups and a gouge in the canvas was filled with some fiberglass. Honda slapped on the back and the WarCanoe was ready to go another year, and in most respects now I'm quite happy with that. No pavement, no cell service, no guides, no luxuries along the way, we've got some amazing history exploring the WarCanoe and I, traveling and fishing the northern rivers of James Bay. 　 It was about a week before May when fishing resumed. Kicked off those days with lakers. When the weather forecast looked alright, my buddy Pat and I took off for Lady O to try our luck on some big pan greasers. The previous year with my father we came up empty during an insane midge hatch, well low and behold we timed it again perfectly to fish this years even more insane midge hatch. Wind saved us from digesting swarming bugs with our eyes, but the fishing was tough again. However, did manage to make it worth the trip with one tank. Won't be the last time fishing lakers on that stage. 　 Trollin' and riggin' is always great, but with some summer plans for that, it's nice to take advantage of ice-out casting opportunities when available. Sight fishing and chucking lures to shallow cruising laketrout, it's really quite a rush to have your offering creamed by a charging fish. Having some fun playing them out on light gear and seeing them swim away unscathed (except the odd BBQ'er) into their frigid waters is hard to beat. The numbers of fish can be awesome too. This window always closes fast, yet with a couple friends along it's definitely worth peering in for a look. This spring Huddy and Patty joined me in the Lund and the company was surely welcome. 　 What would be spring without a little crappie fishing. Table fare they're great. Sociability they're perfect. Fun factor is high. There has to be no easier fish to catch during the month after ice out than crappies so, why not hit 'em up? This spring took off on tour several times to have my father, my oldest friend Fraser, usual suspect Patty and new buddy Doug join along. A solo trip with perfect timing actually turned out to be the banner day of all though, for during four hours one afternoon, anchored, another boat circling, I had the chance to experience the best crappie numbers in my life. If it wasn't every cast, it was every second cast a fish came over the gunnel. When I called a buddy up on the way home to tell him about it, we just had to meet on the road so he could raid the well a little and steal enough of a meal for himself. Some new spots, some old, it'll be filling to revisit these spring grocery stores in the future. Strange story before crappie fishing with Doug is we both showed up at the launch with our boats. A gentleman, being closer to home he returned his while I took the hour and a half wait to come good on a promise with an old friend. At a nearby school Caroline teaches Kindergarten, and she asked me to stop in and speak with the kids about nursing, healthcare and the North. It was a remarkably feel-good morning. I had been reluctant to do this for some odd reason, but kids are little people that I often see at work by the 100's each year, so upon arriving at school I found my cool. This class though, thirty of them at once, all energetic, inquisitive, individual, wild and coming right at me with hands raised, questions to ask, stories to tell and things to show, it is exhausting stuff and my hat goes off to teachers who do this day in and day out for our children. During our visit the kids learned some Cree words, heard some northern and nursing stories, and were taught a little about CPR. Then it was off to meet Doug and that was equally great. An exceptionally nice dood. Two walleye openers this year, division 18 and 15 are a week apart. Plans to hang out for a day with friends up in 15, for the 18 opener I just slipped out a short while to get a fix. This spring the eye fishing is a little off-keel. Wonky weather and water temps could be to blame? Maybe it's water snakes eating up the supply? But seriously, of all the fishing in the past month, the eyes have needed the most work to get results. No skunks but an almost happened... and so even though the fishing has been tough, rather than quit and sell the gear it'll just require more time and fine tuning. Gotta respect the eyes around here, they're often a serious challenge. 　 In preparation for summer trips I usually hit the vice on a couple rainy days each spring. This year so far, about 30 smaller 1/4-ounce bucktail jigs have been tied, a couple big 5-inch & 1-ounce laker jigs have proved tasty, and more inline bucktails will need to be finished. Sniffing laquer to dizzy, sneezing from fur and feathers, and this season swatting skitters in the garage, it'd almost make more sense to maybe try and jump on some wagon to a couple ProStaff deals rather than suffer the work hazards of producing things for myself. That said, when I peg giant speckles, pike, or lakers on one of these hand-tied creations, it'll be worth it. Continued...

When I was a kid I watched a kid hook another kid in the wrist after casting under the bridge. Seemed that was the place to fish.... but just watch out for kids fishing. lol.

The Doc was in da house... YO! Great haul right there.

129... Timmins to Sudbury? Either way, dunno that area.

Your luck has changed. Capitalize Brad. Keep going and going and going while you've got it. Nice fish to get the monkey off.

Great pics and stories doods, thanks for sharing them.

That was back when you kept the keg in the trunk and the tap was built into the dash.

Beauty humpback chars there Al. Some great colors showing for early season, late ice out fish. Looking forward to a go at 'em soon. Had to have felt good getting out.

Know a couple guys that still call 'em "Jackfish." If it's not CC's it's lube tubes. Isn't "pickerel" actually slang for walleye? lol. Pegged it, drilled it, bombed it, nailed it. Skunked or blanked, Doink!

So far so good Chris. MacClays, fishcounter, E-Trex and portable finder in one pic... that may as well have been my boat dood. Too bad about the tense feeling with the outfitter. Looking forward to more. And the great grouse pic should be in a mag somewheres.

Foreman... guide... same thing really Cliff. lol. Man's gotta eat though.

lol. Two tanks in that pic. One for the oil and the other for the gas.

Some great pics Rob. Many good years ahead dood!

Looked like a mint day on Lady O. Yeah... would like to sometime boat my first open water king too.

I know you know brutha!

Think I saw that motor on the Big Rideau this morning. When the guy fired it up at 6:00am in Portland, the people in Smiths Falls felt tremors and the cloud of smoke wiped out an entire flock of passing geese. lol. The guy sure did get 'er up on plane and tour outta there though. lol Again Lew, it's a one of a kind. Things aren't at all made like they used to be... or some could make them.

Rippin Terr !!! Rippin' eyes! I'm with Shane cause once you get that Lund with all it's fancy shmancy toys and comforts, you'll get soft man and the fishing will come tough to ya. Just sayin'. lol.

They're all fishing champs today Dad. WTG!

It's those old pics that are the best keepsakes Lew. Very cool shot. That boat looks like it's made out of solid rock... but with wood gunnels.