Moosebunk

Congrats doooood!

Every few tanks or so the Seafoam goes through.

Incredible man! Paradise is right. Those pics are all outstanding, every one of them. What a great family getaway, you should be a proud papa for a good long while now.

Arctic char, a 5+lb brookie, marlin and sturgeon "were" on the list... dunno at the moment though. Maybe a tarpon or tuna, or 50+ inch muskie and pike.

Git the lead out yer aznasses boyz. I personally can't wait. It's going to be amazing to see the Sutton through the eyes of two lads I know will do it supreme justice here online for all. Great pic Bill. More like that to come I'm hoping. Good to hear ya survived getting your skin peeled off and inards digested by that big ole white fluff monster. lol.

I watched the tower climb after we got off the phone. It was a great moment for everyone. The new news... well, it's just not fair to you all, and especially Jen. I do sincerely wish her the best. If anyone can beat anything I think this amazing young woman has it in her to do so.

Wicked stuff lad! Some amazing pics and quite enjoyed that short Nip recap!

I'd say ya found some great fish! A success Trev... good show!

Something to consider is, not all fishermen are sport fishermen. And not all anglers spend dozens of days on the water with the option of selectively harvesting. I have "some" friends who actually might fish 2, 3 or 4 times a year, but "sometimes" might keep a load of fish (usually bass) if they're lucky enough to catch them. At that time for them, doesn't matter to me what sizes of fish they are, and it shouldn't for them either as long as they're within the law. They're having fun, keeping far fewer fish overall than most of the serious anglers I know, and wanting to enjoy eating some fish they caught. I get where you're coming from Rich and understand that there are plenty who could use a wake-up call because they're just gluttons, abusers and people who you'd think should know better, but there are flip sides.

Rockin!!! Some slick pickin' there Blaque!

Good to have read this to the bottom. Was about to give suggestions but by the sounds of it, I should be taking them instead. Good show dood!

Incredible Dave! That actually is really inspiring. You're looking way more fit dood. Couldn't have been all exercise though? What was the meal plan, honestly? It wasn't "all" Subway!

Crazy Jacques!!! You can't put hunting before fishing. lol. Lotsa trout while out and about... Cool vid! Enjoy the fall.

Great stuff Mike. Some excellent fish, pics and enjoyed the bowfin and recap. Thanks fella!

I think the kiddies will be high on happiness for a good long while after that family trip. Great read and pics. Trying to think which rock??? lol.

The drum goes with your beard Roy. You were just keeping your catch fashionable.

Great recap Joey. Dog on it's perch shot was my favorite in the bunch... Lotsa smiles in there as it looked like everyone had a great time.

Early afternoon March 12, 2000. About 2 1/2 miles outside of Attawapiskat I had been walking the Diamond Mine Road north. I stopped for lunch having a tuna sandwich and hot chocolate from my thermos, I just sat down in the middle of the abandoned road on a long straight stretch. It was absolutely DEAD quiet. Every chew and gulp were the only sounds heard until finishing my food, then it was just my breath. No wind... silent. To both sides of me were the stunted black spruce one would find in the muskeg. Not thick like jungle, it was dense enough that you could only see in and through the bush various short distances. Being that it was March, there had actually been a mild spell of weather that compressed the snow, and now it had all refroze to hard pack off the trails that in most places I could walk atop the crust and not break through. When deciding to walk on I got up and took a few steps before an eerie feeling shot straight up through my spine like a bullet. To my left, something inside the spruce and invisible to me took steps as well and then stopped just one of two seconds after I did. It was loud enough that it was breaking through the snows crust making that crushing sound. Dead in my tracks I paused, listened a moment but heard nothing more. I began to walk on and only got a few more steps in before whatever was in the bush began walking again. Same thing... loud steps from something I could not see, but I felt that this thing in the bush was right on top of me. When I stopped, it took a step then stopped as well. I waited longer, scanning the bush, looking into every shadow in the spruce, heart pounding in my chest. Nothing??? Again, I took some steps and the same thing happened. Crunch, crunch, crunch and it stopped an instant too late after I stopped. It was at this point I pulled my knife from the sheath at my hip. It was a knife like the one Rambo has, with the hollow handle for putting stuff in, the compass on the butt and a good long solid blade. There'd be no outrunning whatever was in the bush, not in Sorels and heavy clothing, in the middle of nowhere's nowhere along a long stretch of vacant ice road. With the knife in my hand I tried to tease steps out of whatever was stalking me, but now it was gone. I didn't hear another sound. My plan was to walk another mile or so up the road, then use a bush trail to loop me back to the Monument Channel and walk that river home. On route I stumbled upon a well used game trail and followed it into the bush until it ended in a tiny clearing where all the tracks cirled about but must have left the way they came. On eight of the trees there was orange tape that I noticed first, before then seeing the chains go under the snow. It was then I realized I'd walked into traps set by someone and was very likely standing on top of some. But, as I said before, the thaw and refreeze had made the snow crusty and I could walk atop of it. And, at the time I was only about 160 pounds. I didn't know if the traps were set, I just very gingerly retraced my steps out of the clearing. Whatever had been in the bush that day broke through the crust with every step it took.

FOGHAT RULES!!! Deep cabbage weedlines... but I'm just guessing.

Was going to cut and paste the meal plan but I guess I didn't save it. On the fly-ins it helps to first make up an entire menu for the number of guys going. Count out everything you'll need (or think you'll need), ie, potatoes, slices of bread, eggs, etc... and this will form a shopping list exact to what will feed everyone really well for the week. When weight on a plane is limited and at cost, you take what you need. Our overweights are usually because of beer/booze which most guys don't mind paying a dollar a pound for. Pym last year we came out with some extra drink crystals, peanut butter and coughed up some eggs. This year we came out with a little extra sugar and half a jar of jam. Of course there's things like Ziplocs, tinfoil, spices, TP and paper towels you leave or pack out, but as far as food goes, it's entirely finished and seemingly always has been, on departure day. Historically no one has complained about the menu... even the cheesecakes have made it into the rotation. I have never been one to mind doing the shopping then bulk of the food prep and cooking for the groups. It's easiest for all we find, and kinda has to be that way because you created the plan and how much to use of what foods each day, so because of that involvement it makes the food last the week. It's a challenge that has become refined with each trip, and the guys when packing their own things have always been great to respect a lesser personal weight to take, to ensure that we all combine extra pounds to include all our groceries. Everything from the food, to the tackle, to researching the fishing, species and fisheries, preparing and talking it over for weeks and months with the friends going, the trip experience itself, the pictures, reports, and now the new fun of added videos, IS THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE of such trips. Has been that way for a long time now too. The reports for me, are the best way to capture things for all, review, and lock into my personal memory my own honest depiction of the trip. It isn't just the effort of the actual trip and report alone, but all the other things you've done for yourself and with those others involved that make these kinds of experiences worth remembering and sharing proudly. And usually, one great experience shared leads to another to come. Gotta love fishing, the lessons it teaches and the places it takes us.

Caught a few of those blue slime eyes up on the Moose River back in the northern days... I believe it was Pyzer who wrote about the slime actually being "bacteria" related but, that this bacteria is an occassionally occuring harmless flora to the fish itself. Tasted like blueberries to me.

My butt is in "park" this morning. Everything is going faster than me. So, no probs here.

Appreciated as always gang. Thanks for reading.

A lesson learned and I can imagine you'll be applying it again soon.

Some great evening nooks PSlayer.