Moosebunk

Bren's got a sister... and she lives in Attawapiskat nearby to the Sutton, where you like to fish!

As I know it to be Cudz.. A aside to all of this... I have been with others off their Treaty Lands on a small few occassions, and was once checked by the MNR. The Ministry did not enforce the need for my Status friend to have an ON Fishing License despite the fact he's from Saskatchewan and his Treatied Lands are there. It makes me wonder if to the Ministry, showing Status (like Metis) is enough to think, "OK... let's leave it at that and not have to worry about what kind of paperwork and headaches this could lead to for us all if we enforce laws and lay any charges." Yet this thought simply crossed my mind and isn't some firm belief I have.

Bunch o' doggers up there this year at the L.A. eh!?!? lol. Like the pics of the loons and Lew. Kinda go together nicely. j/k Good times all!!!

That's some pretty slick designing there!!!

Joey... if you were closer and the timing was right, we could probably get ya a first. Takes some practice though, gar don't come easy and alot are lost. Dan... you must be getting pumped up for something soon... eh??? Keepin' an eye on the lunar calendar? I'll be around, as always! Again, thanks for checking in and droppin' a line all. Next round, OTHER fish with teeth!!!

Who the hizneckle is this Borger guy and what did he do with the beloved Solopaddler??? That was a killer report!!! Doing that trip with Brendan too... dare we say again... E..E...E....Epic! Specks are so colorful there too. Gotta love the river halos like them.

Comp is too slow for 17 minutes of video... but judging from the written report and pics, seems as though "epic" could just sum it up.

WOW!!! Some incredible photography there and great fishing. Really enjoyed this one!

Great little report and cool things to know. Last pic is a goody too!

There is no try... only do! But I'm not as curious about the Alabama as I am this little Lake Erie perch killer spoken of here.

Going to a party with the fam!!! Can't wait to miss opener then enjoy it later, during some midweek day alone with the fishes!

Suggestion... take one route there and the other home. Set cruise control... Bill is totally right about the 17, some parts of it are much more scenic... worth the drive at least once. Kinda want to do a return trip that way some year but a buddy in Mattice keeps me stopping in for an overnight visit along the 11. M&S though is dead on too... driving the 11 there have been times I might see another vehicle every 100kms, and passing from about New Liskeard to Beardmore, well, you could at times in some areas just drive on the wrong side of the road for hours on end. Midweek driving, taking 17 once, the drive was 21 hours from Ottawa. Last year on the 11 tok 18 hours. Yes, fuel consumption is less as there are far less hills and lesser traffic to pass.

Appreciated all. The report was obviously a tonne of fun in the making and it turned out to read more calmly than I had anticipated it would. Quite a few photos were left behind as my Internet is so absolutely terrible and I basically have to bulk upload pics from elsewhere. So a labor of love it is and thanks again for enjoying. Most average fish fight not all that great really. Usually good for a short run or two. What's awesome about gar though, is the take!!! And bigger fish though, I've had a few this summer really surprise me with more and longer runs. Past few summers seen a small handful of gar that would honestly guess at being in the 20 to maybe 25 pound range... and one still haunts, that I think could be better and around the 55-60 inch caliber and maybe beyond 25. Would bet that giant could rock!!! Always playing in the darkroom. An older Paint Shop from Jasc has been a tool since day 1.

Alrighty then... from the past... as CrocSocks it was and always will be. The beginning of an end with the Gar Lords and the making of the martyr. Exiled, but on to a new and better age. To be found forever, "Trespassing In Gar Country," from that day and beyond. [/i] So I luv the gars ya know!!!? Fished the gar a few years now and gotta say I'm wickedly hooked on these wily toothied-grinners. Definitely for me one of those more appreciated fish and anticipated styles of fishing. The little things you can tweak, having the right timing and opportunities, and experimenting, breeds better experiences on the water during the short windows found to fish gar. Sharing with family and friends any chance I get, makes even the average 48-incher fish days from in the boat a totally rewarding and memorable time. With my season coming to a close, it's cool to pull it altogether into a report which today pretty well leaves me in awe. Kicked off the season trespassing with my buddy Carl. "The Gouin," as he's nicknamed, confessed to me a few years back that he had for some time wanted desperately to fish gar but, just hadn't found the chance. Well, being that the Stealth Bomber comes to fish freely for such things, it was only right that the man's wishes be brought to life. That first day with the Gouin I was witness to probably the most excitable and trigger happy gar angler I have ever fished with. One couldn't help but be into his energy, and it was all fun to the finish on this day. PB and total pleasure!!! Next dood interested in some trespassing was Mikey. A chance to talk about upcoming trips and for him to blow off trout for a change, he was more than willing to switch plans and jump in for a gar ride. Didn't take Mike long at all to get his first and second, but little did he know he was in for something special with his third... We moved a big fish from some skinny water and as it made it's way offshore we followed behind. Mike tried a few casts to it at first, but as it swam out further I couldn't help but get involved. Two different baits, fish in site and seemingly oblivious to us sneaking behind, we both whipped out three casts apiece when the gar made a decision to strike Mike's lure as it passed the snout. In just his first hours of gar fishing... he CRUSHED it!!! Well done man, amazing PB!!! Mikey's own CrocSocks made my fifty-incher on the day look like a little chump! Next trip out was a solo assault trespassing in a new area. The day was cooler and the fish a little more scarce, but the Bomber found a few willing beauties to come over the gunnels. The Gouin had the bug in him now and was longing for a round two with the toothied grinners. Chomping at the bit to trespass again, I had to open the gate for him. His morning being action packed with stuff at home, he planned to meet up with me a little after the noon hour. OK then... so off I went to find some fish and maybe drive a hook into one before he arrived. That having worked out pretty solid for me, once Carl showed it was all up to him. This trip out a more calm, collected and focused gar hunting Carl did step aboard The Bomber. When he caught site of what would be his PB fish, he made no mistake. I finished the day enjoying a couple more too. There was another solo trespass logged next that reads, 47", 48", 49" (14.11) & 50" (13.1) but I guess it was an off day with the timer pics as the only two photos I kept didn't make good enough for the report. A year ago my dad trespassed with me aboard The Bomber and by mid-afternoon reeled himself in his first ever gar and own PB, 52-inch, 16lb, 6oz'er. It was a hot day of fishing in many respects, and I have loved how since that time spent, the pic of him with his gar has remained on my parents fridge at home. Well, the trespassing with dad this year was a little different as the conditions were much tougher. We worked much of the day in tight areas with difficult to spot or spooky fish. It wasn't ti'll nearing the end of our time that I chased out a cruiser which gave us enough chances to finally put it in the boat. A fine four foot fish really, for the efforts. The next outing was most definitely a favorite as Summer agreed to go trespassing with her dad. Gar fishing for her is pretty much the perfect fit as she is oftentimes content to be much like her mother, a quiet observer... That is until she becomes excited about something. Just the two of us, she packed a couple books and after growing tired of the hunt, retired into some world of young zombie versus vampire love and war. I kept on the look-out for the real demons though. Upon hooking the first fish she was up on the bow in a flash to reel it in. That's when things took on a whole new level of awesome!!! That's when quiet Summer turned excited. And after the fish did poopzilla on her calf and down into her flip-flop, she happily laughed about it while washing up, then dove back into Zombieland. But, I wouldn't allow this bookwormin' for long before having to check her back into reality with another skinny but stretched out 48-incher. Summer's and my day "Trespassing In Gar Country," is a great memory for me, and these fishing pics are true gems worthy of stealing for the family album. Next two back-to-back outings had Grant aboard for a day then an old highschool buddy Steve. Although it had seemed awhile for ole Grant and I, it had been probably about five years with Steve. The first outing with a healed Grant we drilled hooks into a number of fish and actually had a couple double-headers. One chaotic double in particular, almost had us two large fish aboard at the same time, but it just didn't work out. We were still high-fiving even with the missed opportunity. Understand, for gar I don't get out the net at all anymore and actually haven't all year. So, at some point when reaching down to grab Grant's fish, mine came off the line in the process. Log still shows we did alright with four over 48-inches and one 51 plus. Historically, he and I usually find a way to git'er done!!! Stevie's day out was exceptional. The fishing was actually quite tough due to big clouds rolling in and out and much more breeze than expected, but we happily slogged through. By days end what was really great for me was to see this old friend whom quite enjoys fishing (but is so busy in his life) shed years of rust, and rather quickly find his own fishing confidence again. He beamed a bright smile all day and really seemed pleased at this chance to fish gar. I was reminded why years can go by between him and I, and we can still hang out together like we used to as teens in our workplace, on the golf course, out camping or doing whatever. Steve's just all good and that has never changed. If the older Valley gar reports were still alive with Fish-Hawk, there's one lad you'd see or read of time and again during those earliest days. Yet, there in the F-H gallery though, one can still find Patty, the MuskieMagnet, showing off with what are the first pics of the biggest of gar. Seemingly always aboard his Lund in those times, some old members out with Pat can be found in pictures taken from his boat too. Really, as far as gar fishing in the Valley is concerned, during our online era, the dood is likely the pioneer whom from his kindness opened some of our eyes and lead a number of people to their first experiences with the fish. Since I've known him personally, he has always been willing to share in great fishing and comes by being the "Magnet" honestly, as he's not only a magnet for muskie, but of many other fish as well. He has a drive and a knack for catching the big ones, and one can respect Pat as he fishes for all the right reasons. Because Patty's Lund had become my favorite over time, he came aboard my very own and similar Lund for a day. We caught fish but no fish pics of Patty were taken. Maybe he didn't want to be caught trespassing, or maybe under 50's just weren't worthy... We'll certainly do it again. When home was up North I'd spend more than a fair share of time fishing alone. It never bothered me in the least. In fact, as great as it is to spend time fishing with others, a healthy balance still involves good doses of solitude. With no distractions, that's the time to tune all of yourself into just the fish and environment. In my opinion, it's an important way to experience and learn. The final day for gar this season I was not expecting favorable conditions, but was quite surprised once on the water. At first fish were tough to find and sloggin' through the weeds was a pain, but when I finally located a pocket of gar the day turned out to be a rather great one. My Go-Pro battery dead, the fun video stuff I had planned was scrapped. After I got a first solid fish on my usual gear, I decided that unless I see one of the true giants swimming about, the rest of the time was going to be dedicated to fly-fishing. A little rusty it slowly came back. I had brought some tiny splits to help the bulky fly slowly sink a little easier. The extra bit of weight helped with casting too. Within a couple hours I managed to fool four gar into taking the stripped streamer. Two fish in particular; a more rare and cool lookin' blackie and a fish I caught while walking the shore with tripod and rod, were my favorite of the afternoon to photograph. It's always rewarding to take fish on the fly, especially when they are your flies and you're not really much of a fly fisherman. Are gar worth a go??? Most definitely!!! In just a short time I can see doors starting to open and attitudes changing towards gar fishing. Some day ahead to be "Trespassing In Gar Country," will all be forgotten. Until then though, I'll continue creeping through the shallows enjoying the fishing... Bunk

That's a heckuva cup of morning coffee right there!!! Whoa! Buzzed on specks in like seconds. Great report Tyler.

So there has to be blue walleyes too.....? Right? Cool looking Lobster. Smurf style.

Drop me the link here to part 1. Think I might have missed it. Great fishing dood! Always enjoy your reports.

Great picture loaded post Jay! You're certainly enjoying the outdoors out your way. Gonna guess on the laker (and it's a fatty) somewhere high teens, maybe 20??? You didn't measure it all? It's a heckuva fish man!

Who wouldn't take a weekend of ski fishing like that. Great job!!!

Great report Chris. The area you're fishing (the pics) remind me alot of a place nearby where the fishing is much like you describe. You get me motivated to get out with the long pole and try to get the same results. Good stuff!

First year we went (fishing river, not lake) the water was about 8 feet higher than normal and that was the last week of June. River travel was easy and the fishing was better than the last trip which had lower levels. Pike were caught throughout the huge slack water eddies and in some smaller eddies they were found tighter to shore. Big walleye were tucked into those same places as well.

Fun stuff Terry. Got a Go-Pro last week too and am looking forward to some upcoming trips with it.

Great report TJ. Never seen those moths that was cool. The camp looks to be just mint now! Li'l piece of paradise.

Heard the Attawapiskat River levels were about 6-8 feet higher than normal two or so weeks ago.

There was quite a hatch of Damsel flies today on the Ottawa river.