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Solid! Cool pic of the action too.

Does a speeding ticket in Pennslyvania effect us here??? Well... if it wasn't one of us that got the ticket, then no... it doesn't. Just playing witchya Louis! Can't help ya though really.

Hey man, when Country Joe took the stage at Woodstock, was that you who embraced me and said that? Rock & Roll Itchycoo! So come on and spread the goo! Great idea man, except where you gonna find space on your chug bug with all those flowers and peace signs already on it? 81... Way far out!!! New York to Tennessee on a magic carpet. So gnarly. Don't be such a square man! You were like 60 in the sixties. "Grooving to your vibes," who you trying to fool Daddy-O? Even my mom man?....... U'mmm wait, I'm 18 so she'd be.... 29. OK Kicking-it-frog... we're groovy for now. Didn't me and Meat used to give you wedgies in the hall man? Remember Cats, work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Fish like Big Brother is watching. Peace!

First of all, congrats on the almost there boat purchase. I love my Rebel and so far it's been an awesome. The 1650 you're looking at has some change to the rod storage and I like that extra size to the back casting deck. The guys here have nailed it I think. Vinyl on the floor and carpets on the decks if you took a poll would likely be favored. Vinyl... yep, easier to keep clean. Eating, drinking, the odd fish flappin' around in the boat... it's 10-15 minutes with a good scrub brush a few times a season and you're good. Carpet on casting deck... not as hot, more comfortable and not as slippy. Carpet also holds water a little longer before it seeps into compartments. It's 10-15 minutes with the same scrub brush a few times a season, but... each time a bloody mess hits the floor while fishing, a few seconds to a minute to wipe up some mess with a rag. Keep mine pretty clean in case the kiddies are out and want to lay around in the boat. The vinyl and carpet together IMO, compliment one another and give a better look. One easy thing you can do to also keep the carpet cleaner... buy a rubber-carpeted door mat to lay down. Since doing this, the amount of stains and cleaning has been way less. Doesn't matter where in the boat fish are netted, if it's big or going to be a bloody, slimey messy, you lay it on the mat. Also, standing on the deck all day, stand on the mat. Going camping, guys getting in and out of the boat, wipe your feet on the mat. It collects dirt and filth that would eventually find it's way down into the hull... grime that will hold moisture longer and cause more corrosion. End of a dirty day or week fishing, take out the mat, shake it and hose it down. Much easier than scrubbing your mess away. That all said... you have vinyl on the casting deck for the boat you're looking at... so wha reallyt! Lay down a heavy outdoor mat over that. You could even cut one to shape if you wanted full coverage. Then your floor cleaning would be even easier and other problems solved.

Hey Mike... I think you lost most of your "wisers" a long time ago man. Too much trippin' on red dots and blue halos. Couple weeks... what's wrong with the here and now man? Couple weeks and the aliens could have landed already. Hey Wayner! Stoked to hear you got over your case of the whirlies man! It's totally granola here off the Rez, ya dig? Listen heavy on this too... Once you realize we're all just one lava floating around together in warm, intergalactic love juice, you'll know that there can be peace in Nam, just as primo as there can peace in the valley. They did man!?!? That's far out, cause I was toolin' to be all West Coast Beach Boys with it, instead of surfin' it too hokey like I do sometimes, ya dig? Hey Porkman! Illiteracy is so new age dude. Why bother reading words when you can just read minds man? I dig that magic! Peace and love brother.

Now if that doesn't get ya jonzing for the softwater days ahead... you ain't got a heartbeat. Some fine fishing and pics WW.

Getting used to this new PB today too Lew. It ain't all that bad, but who wants change from what was working fine. lol

Hey groovy people... I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours. If you want, we can take a magic carpet ride together, free of groady brown acid that burns our minds out and keeps us brothers down. We'll go natural and naked on a path far out to a place so cherry. When you see beyond yourself, then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there. It's outta sight! Trust! Because it's within our flower power to fish free man. Hang loose. Make love not war with the fishy flowing streams and nakedness of our souls. We'll take this internet Circus Wagon, it'll be a gas. Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where before there were only walls. Go all the way with it... because our minds are like parachutes, they don't work unless they are open. Cool!?!? Let's go! So meanwhile back at the ranch... It has been a righteous few weeks for trippin' out on gnarly, grease lakers. These fish were either on the bus, or off the bus man. But the best weather days had a purple haze; all in my brain maybe, but lately the lakers didn't seem the same. They actin' funny but I didn't know why... 'scuse me while I fish the sky. To cool for school? History lesson anyway... 2012 winter reel peeling on the suicide knob, a righteous sweat hog scarfed down, flipped the bird and ripped off with my souped up cool. The fish was wiggin' out and tooling all over the place, I had to drive it in the woody wagon to the topside. Surf's up doods! If you can't remember my PB's... you weren't there man! Think I'd be copasetic after that??? Nopers. Way beyond stoned sano now... I began scheming and learned, if you take the game of life seriously, if you take your nervous system seriously, if you take your sense organs seriously, if you take the energy process seriously, you must turn on, tune in, and drop lures through the ice for lake trout. Time warpin' into 2013, I have been twitchin' for nifty sex pots. Big lakers... a cosmic love full of 'em. A real gone cat, there was no way Hodad's rule was gonna keep me from fulfilling my destiny of making sweet love to the fish... or your old lady for that matter. Because hey Daddy-O, if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. Peace! I fish armed with love not guns, because love is all you need. Sometime between Jupiters solar equinox and the full snow moon I was pimpin' a fox. No fink man, the lusty lure was high in the aquasphere when on my peepers dial, a red bar hauled some a$$ for the pink slip. I was like......... WHOA HO!!!... lure be bookin' it for Lucy in the sky. But, soon as I pulled the giddy up 409 on 'er, my jelly roll style got me jacked up. Totally bogarted, the grease applied some major badass on me. It sure wasn't rad a tad, but before too long I put the kibosh on lakey laker's plans, laid some scratch of my own, and guess what went down??? Not me SUCKAH!!! Laker got itself Chilli-whacked. But it ain't right to fight. You must be the change you wish to see in the world. Practice CPR man... Catch the wave, Picture box it, and start a Revolution man. Give back to the land, ya dig, and set your soul free. Those old lakers don't die, they just lie low until the fishing stops, and their time comes round again. I swear to Buddha that if I am free, it's because I'm always running. The fish beat goes on and on. Like this one time, when I dropped six dozen hits of acid in Ottawa and came-to 4 1/2 years later, pant-less in a ditch, with a parakeet, somewhere in Saskatchewan... There had to be more fish to trip out like that on. Had to be!!! Sometime while Mercury was eclipsing with Saturn, I gave my wife the big winnie. Really, she's thicker than a $5 malt, it wasn't so tricky to escape her establishment over my life. Nobody living can ever stop me, as I go walking my freedom highway. Nobody living can make me turn back, cause this land was made for you and me. So anyways, truckin' with three on the tree and avoiding the man, I burned rubber to a secret stash house loaded with shallow-minded, gator bathers. Deploying the deadmeat skuzz with hopes of attracting me some skag, a tipdown bell service was in order. This Passion Pit was supposed to be hopping with slimey, knocked up paper shakers at some time in the day. But afterawhile, it appeared the chicks wanted less skuzz, cause they were really shining me man. The whole gator scene so far was a drag, and only kissee perch were around peepin' for creeps. I fashioned a little duck-butt and went jiggin' into the heavy jeet-muck. Perch were fixin' to party on any little kicks, so we got our freak on awhile. Drifting off into far out, a red bar beamed me back in. It was freakin' deep stuff a minute... ya know, like when you're eyes meet a girl's chest. KA-BLAMMO Batman!!! Totally T-bucketed this stacked sosh on my power set. Smokin'!!! She was super twice piped with plenty taco wagon but, she shot off on me like a Thunderbird. I'm thinking, what's her bag? Just shake it don't break it baby! I thought we was tight but she's like all the fright. Right??? Bad trip! "If you want to be free, be free," I called out to her, because there's a million things to be. "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, live the life you've always imagined baby." "This war is over if you want it to be, but first just give me a piece of your chance." With mojo like that, there was no way I couldn't score. After swappin' spit and sharing some grass she said, "peace out." My heart hurt a second, like a blue flamer gone wrong, it burned a hole. That was until whitey blew the doors off at 12, totally unexpected, but neato!!! If there's one thing about little tighty whiteys, they're always good to look at. Problem is, moody ya never know if they're gonna be all show and no go, or if you're in for a Chinese fire drill. Just gotta roll with it. The first had beat feet and went ape once I tried to cop a feel. Nothing I could do, whiteys are buggin' sometimes, but at least she had interest for a minute. That said, next whitey squeezed in on me in a quick jive five and whispered, "I got dibs," in my ear. She was all about ballin' and got my engine just roaring. Coo Coo Ka Chooo look at you, let's get our Barry Whitefish on up in here. What was really going on? This was too far out man! I'd never had this kinda fresh with the whiteys, except when I'd pay for the French one's. My whitey loving spread like Cheeze-wizz around the stash house, and before I knew it "Dibs" invited her friend "Cutie" over to play. Can you say, mo-nadge-a-trot!!! Heavy hanky-panky fun man... like this one time on my buddies sheep farm when we ate three pounds of peyote and tended to the livestock. What happens in the barn, stays in the barn though... I got so blitzed at the stash house. Turned out "Cutie" was actually named "Cooties," and when I woke with the munchies I think something was actually munchin' on me. Things must have got hairy, but like a true nature's child, we were born, born to be wild. I had to find my whitey friends and give a peace out, so I looked deeper within my subconscious self man... because the only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance. On a trip deeper into the bowels of the stash house, by happenstance I came upon a different brood of fish, a raunchy spaz too. Thought for awhile it might be Big Esox Louis, cause the fish seemed just too cranked up on crank. Couldn't burn rubber on this one cause everytime I tried this lead sled would lay a patch on me. Seriously short of Scoobie snacks for this fish too, there just wasn't enough Doobie-do in the stick to really horse this kinda Mustang down. What we had here was a failure to communicate. A real Mexican standoff. It was like hooking into a yellow submarine man... Heavy mustard and real twitchin! Two riders on the storm with some total Kato Kung-Fu roadhouse blues, one of us had to break on through to find the end. And just then, bubbles came up through the hole and it totally lit my fire. Pedal to the metal on the fish, it nosed into the hole. Hello, I love you, wont you tell me your name? Greasy laker didn't feel the same, "Party is OVER! Hit the road Jack!" Bummer! All I was gonna do is just go on and do what I feel, ya know... maybe go steady awhile. There was a band playing in my head, and I felt like getting high on lakers again. On the make, I threw on some fresh rags and shagged a$$ outta the pad. Rubber in all four, arriving at destination honey choice laker came fab quick. Transcendental vibes radiated off the ice, and my zen was feeling like somewhere between six to eight hasish bong hits. Some groovy was going on in the cosmos and I needed to tap that for goodness sake. Droppin' a lure, I giver'd the hippy, hippy shake. On my peepers dial, a gut waddin' jazzed red bar appears and goes all the way. "Lay it on me," I scream on hookset. A real gone chich she pins me a minute before giving the jump bad. I was like... puleeze! Couple biffs and wet willies, followed by a wedgie and Charlie horse, this laker was beggin' Kings X in a jumpin Jack flash. Although it sounds like war, for us both it was just kinda kinky rough love. Day dragged on, but with some gnarly squalls and close calls with the lakers it kept flowing. Thought about bookin' it home, but at the time "the New York State Freeway's closed, man. Far out," I had to wait awhile longer. Spaced out while dreaming a little dream of me in the future, my peepers dial suddenly flashed a little flicker of hope, deep down in the heavy, then vanished into thin air. KA-BLOOOEY!!! Outta sight I suddenly got Melvin'd. This one wasn't hep. No chrome domer, I pulled a brody then flipped my wig man. There was no way I was riding shotgun on this train to Hell, I wanted the wheel. I'm superbitchin' and there's no greaser that's gonna take the super, or the biznitchin', outta my superbitchin'. Duct taped boot, man. Dynamo hooksets. Reel peelin' and trippy colors... we got the whole thing on film and projected it to Lube Tube. It's all the rage so seriously check it out!!! When the laker came topside there was this sudden magic, man. Like this one time camping up at Ragged Chutes, when 26 of 27 campers took shrooms, but the only one that didn't, was the only one that got real high. Like how do you explain that man? Anyways, the magic this time was same but different. Me and the laker gazed into each other's eyes and were like one. A Ying and Yang, man. And there was this sudden mothership of cosmic love energy that blew the doors off all my realities with these kinda groovy, greasy greys, and I realized we can be friends. Cherry goodness was happening all around... That laker taught me something you know. That there can't be any large-scale revelation until there's a personal revelation, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first... and for me it was. Because from the thought, to the plot, to the caught, it's symbiotic and beautiful man! Can you dig that? Can you see it? It's fishing, in pure form but technicolor at the same time, within an all encompassing globe of truth and love. Catch my drift? It's fish harmony, or fish Nirvana if you will, and once you're riding this radical wave, you're fishing will set you free too man! You'll be free, surfing right there on fish love energy across the universe. It's a gnarly buzz. But remember as well... The most important kind of freedom is actually to be who and what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role and you give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. Instead, embrace your inner being. Be you. Expose yourself to your deepest fears, because after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. It is then you are free, man. Free to be you, free to love, free to play, free of war and free of hate... and free to be groovy with the fishes. Peace!

Stopped last year on HWY 7 where it meets 15 near Carleton Place. Had turned onto 7 heading east and was accelerating where the passing lanes begin. Car passing car then bus in left lane, I guess surprised the car driver in the right lane wanting to pull out to pass a Greyhound bus in front of it. Right lane driver swerved too hard to get back to right lane once realizing she was about to cut off/hit the passing car, and in slow motion (it seemed) from behind I watched her completely flip her car airborne, have it land on wheels again after quickly rolling off the driver side door, then it spun and backed into the ditch. The bus stopped and driver came running out, and I stopped too. Airbag deployed, glass all over, groceries a mess in the back, drivers side door crunched in only slight (PT Cruiser rental), we excavated (she was actually trying to get out) a young female driver from the car and laid her down in the box of a truck. Other people then on scene, the bus driver announced he had First Aid training and took control as first responder. Thinking about it, it was right to do so... and before I knew it, he had sent a bus passenger back to the bus for blankets. We waited for paramedics to arrive. It was at this point waiting; and although shaken up but warming up, I began to assess the driver. In the back of the truck I was able to assess her GCS (15) and begin a partial cranial nerve exam and search for injuries. It was then the bus driver asked what the heck I was doing, and I let him know I work in emergency. The paramedics arrived and a good crew got her on board and took her to Carleton Place. It was solid. Second accident last year... I was returning from Kingston to Perth after being responsible for the care and transfer of an elderly female who was suffering a heart attack, and needed angio and heart surgery immediately. A tricky transfer medication wise to keep her stable we got her there in good time and left for home base. I wanted to stop near Seeley's Bay with the paramedics to grab a coffee and a piece of delicious pie the roadside restaurant serves. Unfortunately, right as we were turning in the medics got called to an MVC in Portland, and because of our proximity we were possibly going to be first or second on scene. Car hits motorcycle with two passengers. Lights and sirens we zipped there and arrived same time as the other crew. Police and fire were on scene already, and these amazing volunteers had basically shut down the road, kept the building crowd at bay, and, at a nearby school piloned off a landing area for ORNGE air medics to land. Driver of the car was not at fault... nobody was really. And speed wasn't really much of an issue either. Older male driver of the bike suffered an ankle fracture. Young female passenger on the bike was in a little rougher shape. Weird thing is, I had no real authority to help, but after stepping out of the ambulance being the only one in greens with a stethoscope around my neck, fire, police and half the medics thought I was the MD. Allowed to assist, in triage I simply asked who was the worst off and was then ushered over to the girl by a firefighter. Her just laying there on the yellow line, and people waiting for medics to board and collar, land ambulance had been told air was on the way for her as she could be critical. In my assessment then of the patient, I had to agree. In fact, mechanism of injury alone would dictate CAT scan of the head was at the very least needed. She had a head injury, although GCS was altered likely due more to bodily injury, rather than head. She couldn't move lower right extremities. She was actually quite with it mentally and handling things well. More concerning, lower abdominal contusions to her right side, and when assessing hip and pelvis her pain was through the roof. She likely need CT of the abdomen to rule out internal bleeding, and some pictures of her bones. We took her, put her in the ambulance and transferred to the air pick-up point. Air crew wanted me to give report and I almost started too then realized I'm not really responsible and backed off. Land and air crew are excellent anywhere I've worked in this province, we are lucky to have our lives in their quick and capable hands. Never did hear anything on our patient... but, a couple weeks later, the lady whom we transfered down to KGH for heart surgery, wrote a letter to the EMC newspaper and a thank you to Jo (medic), the other medic and myself for a job well done. Now... if you think you should or shouldn't stop on the road to help someone... you should. If there's dozens of people aready standing around, then maybe not. But if you can be one of the first dozen on scene, trained or not, you could be helpful. And in some cases, any little thing you can do can make a big difference in bettering the outcome and safety during a bad situation.

Think that might have been one of the Great Slave Lake episodes I saw Dave. It was one episode that Gary Roach was jiggin' up lakers on one of his Berkeley Lightning Sig Series Rods. The reel he had on the rod was a green Abu Cardinal spinning reel with a rear drag and 8lb mono. He caught a 22 and 28lb'er I believe they were, on the set-up. I loved that because I had the same set-up, still do, and it has caught it's fair share of fish over the years. I think Adventures North is heavily tied to Tourism Quebec... and for that reason you often get to see some great places in Ungava region too.

Would rather winter BE HERE until the time spring arrives. A month of transition is an eye sore and total bore. Gimme -1C with snow and ice, or 20C, sun and open water. Everything inbetween can go away. lol.

Some tough realities to deal with Dave but I'm sure the day was still a good one. Used to have that problem with a helmet visor too if it was simply too cold... so as back-up there was always a pair of goggles, wrapped in an extra balaclava. Those ling nuggets and steak... my God, would rather that than this Raisin Bran for breaky today.

Pretty well just like The Incredible Silver Minnow except rabbit instead of feather. Hard to beat Zonker... it's full of life even when the fly is dead in the water. This is an early-mid May speck. Yellow Stones, Caddis and Craws all in it's belly. Can't find the pic of another one caught same time of year, in it's belly were 8 sticklebacks, a leech, maybe a dozen waterboatman (surprise) and a black mush of what were likely midge. Come spring they'll eat whatever is available.

Hey Simon.... total tech dummie here so this is the best way I can tell it. Others might laugh too if they know better. So, the GoPro is set to HD... whatever it is... like 1080P. File is recorded as an MP4. All I have at home here is Windows MovieMaker and so that MP4 stupidly needs converting to an AVI otherwise WMM won't even recognize it's existence. Once I convert to AVI the HD is pretty well lost. In WMM I edit and play around to make the movie I want, but then WMM to "publish" it and save turns it into a WMV file. So that software... is Window Movie Maker. And your Mac ain't gonna play that. You'll likely have better tools to play with.

This Matt is a picture of a Hammel Killer. The fly is meant to immitate young of the year crayfish. It's easy to tie with any wet fly hook in sizes 6-12. Body is tan, olive, yellow or brown dubbing or chennille. Squirrel tail for the tail on the fly and a single olive mallard flank wing. When wet, it actually does compress and look like some of the small crayfish I've pulled out of the bellies on early season specks. This is a fly I know guys have used in Algonquin and Zecs north of Deep River. Trolled slow behind a float tube or in the boat. Even a fly fishing noob like me has actually caught specks on this fly. For lakers, because they're feeding shallow in the spring, they're often after minnows. John (of John's Fly Materials) and I spoke a fair bit back when I used to tie flies, and when I asked him about an early season fly pattern for lakers he told me about "The Incredible Silver Minnow." On a longer shanked hook it was a trickier one to tie. It's in one of my old fly pics here in the top left corner... To tie... long shank streamer hook. Wind .30 lead around the shank because this is a weighted fly. Build up chennille or dubbing around the shank then slide mylar tubing over the shank to give the sliver flash of the body. The tail can be either short white bucktail or polar hair. The throat is a just a single red, saddle feather and the wing should be white mallard flank. According to John, this was a killer ice out fly for lakers in the shallows on Temagami Lake.

Some planning still in the works really. Do have three out of four northern trips locked down and am looking forward to fishing with new folks, old friends and family too. This ought to be a busy fishing summer.

Between ice season and opener I used to have about a month. In that time I'd flip the WarCanoe and go over it with a fine tooth comb. Sanding, fiberglassing, painting, motor maintenance. I'd sort all the camp gear, tackle, rods, put in a LeBaron's order with the income tax return. Make some lures & jigs too. Now I try and do that, plus fish a couple days a week for trout, crappie and gar. This spring there's some work to be done on the WarCanoe again, the small motors, the tackle, some trip planning, and as well as some simple wiring for a new sonar. Fishing is a full-time job 365 days a year. lol.

Have always liked that show. It is simply done and it inspires one to experience the north.

Truly a gem Jet. Enjoyed this read very much, and the pictures too. Could really get a sense of your "passion" and can see whey steelheading fits you like a glove. Takes you to some pretty inspiring places to fish. Well done dood!

Chillin' first shot Rick. And a nice laker for your efforts too. Good luck perchin' out the season.

Great ice season Steve. You got them lakers dialed right in dood!

Don't know the specific forage for pike in specific areas of GBay... but will agree with Craig... it's my experience that spring pike prefer smaller/average baits overall.

Hehehe! Quite a testament this site... to how many people can talk about anything and everything... and a little fishing too. lol. She's a big number Roy! Holy Shmoley!

Thanks doods! Saw one set of moose, one set of wolf and a billion sets of deer tracks. Watched two wolves cross a bay off in the distance, in broad daylight. Yes, yes Terry. Season is done... next year. lol.

Right on Jooooooooey! Nice laker for ya... and I like that ride too. Probably the best way to get around on Simcoe.