After a fruitful May 2-4 with the finacee’s family three of us decided to make our first fishing trip north of Parry Sound. My best friend, best fishing friend (and future brother-in-law) and I booked an artificial long weekend at Birch Hill Camp on Nosbonsing.
We left Mississauga at 4:45am on Sat (May 28), and hit the highway after a well needed Timmy’s run. Man do the trees get bigger north of Huntsville.
We arrived at Camp before 9am and were greeted by an energetic and very friendly Henry (and family). After a quick stop to unload at the tent house we hit the docks.
Against Henry’s recommendation we used lures instead of his minnows. Well…. after 4 hours on the water at our pre-planned destinations we got skunked.
We took a quick ride back to the dock, ate some lunch and took a nap with the intentions of doing some evening fishing. Well, I open my eyes, check my clock and see 9:30pm on the dial. No night fishing for us! We resorted to plan B, big fires, junk food and litres of beer!
We got up on Sunday by 7am and headed straight to the boat. We picked up a few dozen of Henry’s minnows and went to his recommended spots. Within 10 minutes… FISH ON!
My buddy caught his first ever pike!
30 more minutes go by with nothing so we move. Spot #2 delivers. Within a few casts the rod tips slowly bend. FISH ON! My buddy caught his first ever walter!
After an hour we had a few more boated and a few missed. Included is my PB perch, pinched tail at 10”.
Our last spot of the morning produced what may be my personal best smallie (sorry for the OOS pic, I’m proud and it went back real fast).
We went back to the Camp for sandwiches, beer and a nap.
That evening we fished the doc and added 3 new species, making it our first 7 species day (pike, walleye, SM, channel cat, crayfish, rock bass and perch).
On day 3 we fished a few early hours with only a pike caught.
We’ll be back someday for sure. It was by far my favorite trip and I’m already planning next year’s.
Thanks Henry for a fantastic weekend.
Oh... forgot to mention... the OPP were out strong and, well, us respectful and productive citizens did get a ticket for having a beer on our way back to the dock (just the passengers of course, though they did breathalize the driver who blew a zero of course). We're glad they were doing their job and respect them whole-heartedly. Nobody to blame but ourselves.