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My buddy will be bummed. Cool fish... but little fish... in a big world.

Will's got the vid up on his FB! And yeah... why did you write it in 3rd Cliffster? Anyways dood... persistence pays off for ya. Great laker. They're a fish you just gotta learn to play right to make for more success with catching. Won't be your last dood!

Yeah... ya did... probably. Your work bought me an extra year but early next fall I'll have to do sliders, carbides and primer. Thanks MacG Wayne!!! Might as well be a telephone. Just use your average camera. Panasonic Lumix. Always liked them. Also have a 10 year old and simple Jasc Photoshop program to bring out the best in the darkroom. Snow here is going quick too. We were about 2 hours north of Ottawa into PQ to do our fishing. Still lots of snow in the bush. Hear ya Bravo brutha. Even when they let ya down, they don't really let ya down. Treat it well to beat it like Hell and it'll still never cost you your first born if it does get sick. Riding with Keith on his Cat sure made me miss my old Renegade... but the vid is probably cooler from the Bravo. lol.

Have caught lots of smaller fish this year... and no, you just don't see them when the pigs are stealing the show. lol. New report has some smaller fish in it.

Forecast of three days was calling for warm, warmer, hot with a mix of sun, sun and sun. Timing for 31 was mint... and with my buddy Keith primed for the tour we set off stoked to Maniwaki. Scoop for fishing the PQ up in the Gatineauz is whitefish. Lakers are closed but are always an incidental and quite often more than occasional catch. I go micro jigs and small spoons for whites, fishing the 15-45 fow ranges on a variety of structures, while enjoying the common release of many hard fighting greys found in the lake. Simply put, this year the whiteys were jerks. Many places we punched holes there were fish on sonar, but they acted slow and cautious, and we often missed hook-sets or were sniffed out before fish would take. Lost a few too. Whites are tricky like that, not only can they be really tough to find most times, they can be really tough to coax. Most fight like panfish and rather wimpy, but then you have to fight them soft anyways. For me, it's the whole process of seek, coax, finesse and catch, and there's not many fish out there that can be as wily as whites to make this all happen regularly. Three years in I'm still kinda new to chasing them too, but so far they're keeping me interested. On the lake by noon our first day we found a few fish on usual spots. Lost a likely white early and moving around iced 10 or 11 lakers to make the day quite fun. Into Maniwaki later that evening, we filled our bellies to tilt and hit the hay fast. 5:30am wake-up we were on the lake with holes drilled by 8:00. A most productive whitey spot last year proved to be loaded with perch, and also one laker. With perfect skies, mint weather and easy riding, the rest of the day would be one big lake tour for hole hopping in search of fish. Many others were seen out fishing the lake too, including the QMNR. Keith and I would kick-in or punch new holes in more than a dozen different locations from the north end of the lake to the belly, and on the east and west sides. Not a single whitefish caught, but what an amazing day it all turned out to be. Exploring 31 was incredible and by sunset we were burnt right out. Next morning we were on the lake by 7:00am. Temps were hovering around zero already and there wasn't even a whisp of wind. On the ice you could hear your echo when you spoke, and listen to all the birds waking up. With nearly two dozen spots all having fresh holes to just boot open, we figured on plenty touring if unable to get on top of fish. Thing was, the morning bite early appeared promising and we actually iced some whites. And we also lost a few too. Of course there were still some lakers hooked. In fact, many. All mine caught were cookie-cutters, while Keith popped some similar and also the best of the trip. Midday sun was incredible. The fishing turned slow so Keith and I opted to go for a good long ride to fish where other's had been seen the previous day at the north end of the lake. Daytime high was to hit 6C and when blowing out of our fishing hole I mounted the Go-Pro on my helmet to catch some of the amazing riding we were able to enjoy on the lake. This 5 minute video showcases a highlight of the trip. The sledding. Lawr's 660 Cat and my 250 Bravo rip up the trippy shorelines to the tune of Black Sunshine. BRAVO SUNSHINE! Minutes after losing the sled the Bravo was accelerating to speed and then just cut out. Bummer!!! First thought... overheating. Second thought... fuel blockage somewhere. Final thought... air. Primer had been acting up all trip and it was the likely culprit... but why just then after blazing trail no problemo? Ran the machine OK back to the truck with the choke on full, loaded it up, then set back out onto the lake with Keith training up both sleighs. Unfortunately, we only lasted a couple more hours back on the spots we had fished, before deciding around 3:00pm we'd had a full 8-hour day already in. So, tough whitey fishing this year but everything in stride... it was wicked fun on 31. Having my old friend Keith along for his first tour on the lake his take on things was... "I'll be coming back again..." ... Me too.

Loved every bit of the first one... especially the tunes and bows... and intro. Really well done and I hate to say it, but you need to bust your knees up more often.

Great haul B-Ug!

Just the new freak on the block Wayne... No show here. There was some bloody gore on the laker chin I cleaned up a little. Yep... do that sometimes for the kiddies. lol. Good luck Brian. Love the gators and have a couple trips in mind for 'em too if time permits. Figured you'd like that Mike. Right up your alley. Enough with the renos already... let's do up some fiznishin!!!

A splendid undertaking guys and one to tell the Grandkids. Seriously fun winter roughin' it. And yeah... that CO was a doinker! Thanks for sharing.

A beautiful fish and an amazing catch. Terry's right... there are bigger in there but it's not everyday an angler in Ontario catches a 35lb'er through the ice in ANY part of the province. Maybe it's headed for the wall. Maybe a septic system. Anglers choice. Lakers for eating can be great from one place and terrible from others. I'm with ya TJ... battered and fried in the pan they "can" be every bit as tasty as walleye.

Early last week did two days of laker chasing. Felt like 200 holes got drilled but probably only 50 to 60. Did huff and did puff... ti'll I blew this fat greasers hole in. Midweek storm came that didn't slow my buddy Keith. First hole and within seconds on the drop... he surely huffed, and must have puffed, but a giant splaker totally blew his hole in. Been four years since fishing a day for just ice pike. Sunday jiggin' a spoon tipped with minnow head, Snarlin' Darlin' here huffed, puffed and she got kinda rough, ti'll it blew the hole in. Still got it. Last week had fishin' been made of straw, sticks or bricks, it wouldn't have mattered. We blew da house down!

Some jealous have tried to medicate... to slow me down, thwart abilities, manipulate or control... so I'm glad there are people like you who simply understand that it is totally beyond me or themselves... that it is as you say, a psychoses. lol.

22+ pounds. World Record. Biggest I've heard of. In my boat... 14lbs. Just a baby.

They're looking cool Chris. Like Dave says, if too big, bulky and light you'll want to add some dumbbell eyes or wraps of lead around the hook shanks to make those flies fly a little easier. The rabbit zonker strips, marabou and bucktail is likely all the material you'll ever need... as they make flies that just come to life in the water. Tie some more white... white/and a little red, chartreuse/red, and black/orange.

Great fishing Simon... and yes, quite a thing that ling. Love the lynx encounter... been a looooong time it seems since last seeing one.

Nipissing does have some walleye left... and who woulda thunk that group of fishing stallions would fish the rest of them out. lol. Funny stuff guys. "Crowding the spot" pic... had me wondering a second. Much enjoyed by all I bet.

Never seen Dr Braino... or Candy look so thin and hairy. lol. Wasn't into the lewds, screwds, glued or tattooooods with this post, just the MacCallan 10 one night, lotsa VitD on the ice, and some time in Photoshop playing around. Ben... getting to the point I agree with ya, love 'em... and those big toothies of the past. Thanks alot Gangnam stylers!

Wife has winter/snow tires for the car. The truck just has highway tires now and although it's getting about 50km more per tank, they do "kinda" suck in the winter...

In a year in rural ER's, I'd guess we see as many fishing related injuries as we do hockey. Seriously... Glad she's OK Matt. And yes, it has to be tough being a hockey parent as there are so many hockey parents out there one might have to wrap their head around.

Those doods do quack me up.

POSSESSED BY THE GREY. Arrived to Lake Lakerstone Lake. Off-loaded zeee quads, got riding. A stiff, cold wind did blow. I was quick into a warm Clam. Had a fishy hunch, my fingers and toes crossed. They did not make for a long wait... long. First came a goodun’. GLORY!!! GLORY!!! But suddenly a blinding flash!!! Then cast into a darkness... and a new dimension. Evil set in. Upon frozen white. A Wizard from inside a nearby lair stirred. I called out. "FISH ON!" he summoned... Boot-scoot boogied to him. Waving a magic wand he had awoken a demon laketrout from Middle Earth. Vile, defiant... and greasy. Nearing the portal, dorsal fin hooked. No way to head, no way to tail. Five pounder... (give or take five pounds) GONE!!! Vile, defiant... greasy. The loob toobs are bad, and winning. They could see into my soul now. Fighting back, one laker, then another. Midget Mackinaw Mayhem!!! Too many, too cold, too angry... The darkside taking over. By the Rod of St. Croix. Strength of Mitchell. Power of Pro! and stealth of Drennan. Defeated by the evil Greys was I was. Now possessed. Imprisoned. Years come to pass... new days dawn. At times the walls of the laker prison did whisper... "One drop of our drool will free you, you fool." Rock hammer, poster, Bible, time, pressure... and hope. Do the math Andy. Drool. Could feel my senses returning. The Force. More laker drool. Road trips... Bike or hike. Drill ice... Repeat. Gotta git me some drool!!! With every vile, defiant, greaser slayed... By the Power of many GreySkulls. Trap Jaw Mackinaw, Beastor, MerMan, Skelakor... Comin' fo' yaz!!! I have the power. "WHO IS YOUR GREY LEADER?" I demand to know. "Defeated Grey Lake Trout Mackinaw speak to me!!!" ... "you seek at eighty fathoms, Ahura... and Angra... the twins..." (sigh... then death) (whistle tweet tweet) Trusty steed speed arrives. Hi-Ho Outlander... AWAY!!! AHURA!!! Militant Mackinaw Scumlord. Gunned down. ANGRA!!! Psycho Killaker... (qu' est-ce que c'est?) Death by hanging. Bunk... Returned to Lake Lakerstone Lake... still possessed but not as bad. Purple Heart for bravery and a world of colour again. Unlimited scotch and beef jerky for life! ... and all the free and easy women a Champion could ever want. The End.

Lacking a few fish, the pics still did that winter wonderland some justice. Fun playing over the weekend... and yes, the Trapper Bravo is the most stylin' and reliable of all machines.

Good fishing Trouty. Icing lakers is a new favorite pasttime.

Don't think it'd be either Roy....? Have seen what likely is the video, and it wasn't those lads. MO... you gotta watch your P's and Q's in this house. Just the way it is.

Just finished it. Time to renew... or not..? The article on Henry was interesting. Fins & Skins, not me... but Fishing the Flats I'll enjoy from time to time. He's done well to continue on in the industry, whether liked or not, he does have determination.