Fishing in Canada for the past 30 or so years has created a lot of funny/memorable moments for myself. Here are just a few.
1. While fishing on Lake Minnitaki... first off our boat lost all of the lower unit oil and locked up. We floated into an island and luckily were rescued and found by the resort when it started getting dark.
2. Having my uncle fall asleep with the cruise set at 60mph on the interstate and going into the median and watching the trailer we were pulling try to pass us as we slid through the ditch.
3. Watching my dad slide down a muddy trail on his butt while his tackle box flew 20 yards in the air.
4. While staying at Golden Hook on Gull Rock... drinking moonshine with a group of guys from Kentucy and laughing all night. And feeling pretty terrible in the morning.
5. Bringing my father-in-law up for the first time and while fishing off the dock at South Bay on Gull Rock, he hooks what he thinks is a huge fish and he pulls up a windshild off a boat. Man he was so excited.
There are many, many more. Good times....:muahaha:

....having a guest hook onto a muskie and then fall 3/4 out of the boat.....with only his feet hooked onto the boat.....he lost the fish and his rod, but after the initial tantrum it was a lot of fun.........

Watching Jared throw tristian in the lake for his 16th birthday initiation
Watching uncle pat fall down the stairs on the way up to the cabin ; watching uncle pat fall down the stairs on the way down to the boats ; hearing this from uncle pat in the middle of the night - " oh my god, I think I am blind, I can't see, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ " all the while not realizing the generator that powers the cabin is off and it's just the middle of the night in Canada, and pitch black !

was about 12/13 backed boat in water with father in it he started it and backed it off i drove around to cabin half mile up river se father runnig up and down river can hear him yelling he forgot to put plug in drove back to ramp couldnt back trailer in water ended up to top of rails took a long time pulling it up on the trailer as we let the water drain out. im 44 now and remember it like it was yesterday

1. Falling out of the boat while musky fishing, surfaced to see the prop spinning about a foot from my face. My long time fishing buddy, Scott, saved my *** by being calm and smart enough to kill the motor.

2. Setting a record at the bar.... 29 1 liter bottles of "Special Old" in a week.:boozer:
3. Meeting the Bruetsch family.

4. Trying to find the cabin after a long night at the bar. The camp light was off and had to "walk" hand over hand down the side of the cabin to find the door because it was so friggin dark out!!!

5. "Snicky snacks" and serviets.

and a bunch more....

1. Watching a guy in our group start an old Johnson outboard that was still in gear (reverse). Watching him go in the drink as the boat did continuous 360's until it ran out of gas.

2. Catching a "filletless" walleye. Uncle had been fishing in the area the day before and cleaned his fish in the boat rather than running to the cleaning shack. My brother hooks into what he thinks is a good fish only to bring in a dead walleye with no fillets. We got a pretty good chuckle.

3. Last 1/2 hour of one trip my brother and I took one last drift through a cove right next to camp. Ended up catching four walleyes over 22" in short order after struggling for the better part of the day.

4. Driving the boat next to a bull moose swimming between an island and the main land. Thing must have swam almost a mile!!! Didn't know they were such prolific swimmers.

5. My first trip up to Canada we left one lake around Kenora with three walleyes that were 32", no kidding. I was in 8th grade and I am now 45 and have not seen a walleye over 30" caught.

1. Taking my son on a dad son tent camp fishing trip. Just good to spend time with your son.
2. Taking an exchange student from Australia to Lac Seul for a week of excellent fishing!
3. Having a Blue, a Cuban cigar and watching a fire red/orange full moon rise through the trees at Goose Bay Camp.
4. Helping some of our party who had launched a portage boat before they started the motor and the boat came downstream to the main lake. We pulled dragged the boat back up the hill. It took twice as long to get it up the hill, maybe because we had to stop and laugh about the whole adventure!
5. Spending quiet time in the boat pulling in walleye after walleye!
6. Making memories trip after trip!

Fishing out of a freighter, guide netted a fish on starboard side that was being reeled in by guest on port side.
Guide (acting like trophy fish) hand pulled the guests reel
almost empty before telling client the fish was in the boat.

Fishing with my father, brother and uncle.

1. First trip ever. Ate some bad food and stopped in Orr (I think it was Orr, MN?). I use the toilet and walk out. My brother goes in and comes out laughing his *** off. People outside in the store were making comments about how bad it smelled. Cleared the whole store out practically.

2. Got to our camp one year after drinking quite a bit. My brother proceeded to climb in the green wagon they have to haul gear and ride it down the dock. Bounced off the fuel tank and into one of the boat slips. All were okay.

3. Reeling in the 30 incher a few years ago. Was awesome!!!!! But, still laugh after all these years that instead of fishing more in that spot, we were so excited we let it go, we went around the corner for shore lunch.

4. Another brother burned his leg on the wood stove. Had been raining and cold se we had been in cabin drinking and playing poker for quite awhile. After "a few" we dared him to put salt on the burn. He did!!!! LOL

5. That same brother talking in his sleep. Yelling out..........NICE FISH....OH, THAT's A NICE FISH!!!

6. Had a bear on the screened in porch one year. 6 grown men huddling together in one bedroom trying to figure out what to do. Rest of the trip waking up as a group at night to go outside to pee.

7. Same trip. Stayed at a little motel in Kenora. Woke up about 5 am and went outside to the truck. Heard something around the corner so I walked over there to say Hi to whoever was over there. Came around the corner to a bear standing up against a dumpster. I RAN through the parking lot with no shoes on yelling.........BBEEAAAARRRR. Scared the crap out of the other guys sleeping in the room.

8. One year we stayed on a lake with 2 cabins. At night a boat pulled up with 3 women in there. They came in, drank, got naked and started dancing on the tables......just kidding. Checking if you were still reading. LOL

We rented a houseboat on Lac Seul, the last day we started a food fight with cut potatoes and dipped in nacho cheese, 3 boats going in circles in our little bay firing until running out of ammo,using throw-able life cushions as shields.

* Fish & more fish
* 6:00 AM happy hour sitting in tent porch in rain enjoying the solitude
* Having terrific dinner in middle of snow storm
* Sitting on the beach at #7 all nite with a jug and identifying which lites are satellites vs stars.
One of the guys is a physicist/astronomer so it was enlightening (pun intended)
* One of the guys made a ham sandwich and laced it with mayo. Turns out the mayo was hand lotion.
He has no sense of smell so he ate alot of it before figuring it out, then dumb enough to tell us
* watching a 'once only' member of our group who couldn't be told anything park his 22' boat on the
reef going into Bear Narrows
* 42" pike at Skidoo on ultralite 6lb
* Coming back to U.S. at Fort Francis where we left 1 person driving each vehicle in line while the rest
walked down to McDonalds for lunch and still had walk almost just as far back
* camping on Taylor Island when a houseboat load of folks from MN/ND pulled in. We swapped
fresh fish for wonderful steaks. After almost a week of fish that was really welcome.
That group had kind of a neat arrangement. A tavern signed up the houseboat for say a month,
then just swapped groups in/out every few days. We were fortunate to get the 1st group so there
was no residual fish
* A real lesson in life: Three participants & alot of observers. a) successful businessman,
b) his heir apparent at the company, c) myself skipper. We were returning houseboat to Hudson and
Mike wanted a chance to take the helm. Now all had been versed in rules of the water in terms
of which side of buoys to travel on. Surrender job to Mike just as we get to where current changed.
Mike did not notice this and we were headed for disaster. I was about to tell Mike and John said
something pretty much to the effect that if Mike is going to run the company he had best be prepared
to act quickly and correctly. I followed that advice: My name on contract for boat so I quickly replaced
Mike and got us to the right side of channel none too soon. We were pulling 5 or 6 boats at the time

First trip to Nestor Falls, ON in 1953. Mom, Dad, Sister and I portaged into Kishkuetina. Lots of work in those days. Spent two nights on Kish and then portaged out. We slept in an old cabin that had scars on the outside walls from bears and you could lay in bed at night and watch the stars through the roof.

First trip to Canada after getting out of the Marines in 1973. Took my old plt. sgt. and machine gun section leader on a fly-in to Katimiagamik (Kay) lake for a week. When we got off the plane one of the guys asked, "What do we do if we have an emergency and need to get out of here?"

Red Swanton, the pilot, said, "Burn down the cabin. They always respond to fires."

Two years ago I took out the grandson of friends of mine and his girlfriend to fish on Sabaskong. We were fishing in a small bay. There was a 25" northern swimming around in circles. She leaned over the boat and snatched it out of the water by hand. Laughed so hard I cried. Her boyfriend just sat there with his mouth open....speechless.

Hundreds more stories from 58 years on LOTW.

1) First trip to Canada - fished Minnitaki/Abrams lakes - no guide - we go where the resort owner says to go :) 50 hp. on a 17 foot tiller (only have one 6 gal. gas tank) run out of gas WAYYY south of the Chutes - 3 guys arguing about which way is "home" - convinced we are going to have to spend the cold night on an island - use the electric trolling motor and by pure stupid luck spot the Chutes - we barely made it to the cabin.
2) One guy in the group ALWAYS wears a full brim hat, he sits in the front of the boat - cruising at high speed the hat flies off - swing the boat around to pick it up - owner of said hat leans over too far to grab it - he goes into the drink - the other 2 guys reach down and grab him and lift him back into the boat - we did it so fast his wallet never even got wet :rockit:

45+ years ago I made my one and only trip to Canada with my dad.
He's gone now but I still think of that trip often. Wish I could remember more details.

2010 was my first year in Canada, took my two boys- 13 and 14 yrs old.
1. We brought pellet guns, footballs, waterskis, etc- Never touched them. After 14 yr old caught a fat 36" Pike, the boys insisted we fish morning till night.
2. First morning, meeting guide. He hates us becuase: 1. My boat is only 16' long and he loading enough for an army. 2. 5 minutes away from pier water's coming into the floor. Dummy me launched the boat without plug- Guide was not happy, but heck, he got paid- we laughed.
3. Last night fishing, boat dies in middle of Abram- at dusk. After 10 minutes of *()*^(*&, I realise the gas line was disconnected. If only all problems could be so easy.

A great first trip and we are now planning 2n yr in a row.

100's of great memories,but one that stands out is my daughter catching 2 pike at the same time with a husky jerk lure.

so many stories over 30 years but heres one from my 1st trip to Cedar Lake in Perrault Falls..me and my partner were fishing for walleyes over a rock reef marked with a milk jug..we were pulling Little Joe Spinners tipped with a minnow..my partner gets a bite, sets the hook...he's pulling and pulling and doesnt seem to be making any progress..I look out and dont see the milk jug ( it was now behind us)..so he gives me the rod..I pull and crank and I just feel dead weight..I tell him I think he's hung up on the rope from the milk jug, just horse it in...he did..10 mins or so later he boated a 48" muskie..never seen one since come in without a fight like that one did..what did we know..we were bass fishermen from Northern ILL

50 years of memories can't hardly be expressed, but I wrote this a few years back in memory of my family.

Quiet Time at Lakair (for Mom, Dad, and brother Al)

Early in the morning,
I’m the only one awake,
I like to sneak out to our deck,
And gaze upon the lake.

The leaves they rustle just a bit,
The water laps the shore,
My mind fills with memories,
Of years past and more

Not sure where all the days have gone
Nor the number yet to see
Just lost in treasured memories,
Of how it used to be

I’d like to think you’re here with me
Right here, on this painted deck
Is this what calls me to this place,
why I make this trek?

The sun will rise half hour from now
Everyone up and about
But these moments belongs to only us
For that there is no doubt.

Aimlessly trolling a Williams Wabler spoon on Lac Remigny in Quebec on a cold fornt sunny day for many hours without a sngle bite, my unattended rod bends over and my youngest son says "Dad, you got something". I told him that I snagged a log and kept steering the boat, sipping a Labatts, and looking forward. He then told me to look, the log is moving fast. Moments later, he reeled in a 38" 18.8# slob of a northern pike. My boys laughed at me for not reeling it in, but I was proud to see my young son get our biggest pike of the trip. To this day, I carefully attend to each and every apparent "snag" and my boys still remind me why!

Been going to Canada for 33 years now so I have many memorable moments. If I had to pick one it would have to be a week fishing Kishkutena in late May, perfect weather right before a huge weather system moved in. On that trip I landed my largest largemouth bass (yes I said largemouth) in the creek/river while portaging into Kish. I also landed my largest Musky that week and probably the moment I remember most is casting into the same spot six times in a row and catching 6 smallmouth bass over 16 inches. That was 22 years ago this coming May.

A couple friends and I were jigging Lake Trout and one of them snagged the bottom in 120' of water and was yanking hard on his rod trying to get it loose. The closest boat to us was some local guys and one of them told him to quit yanking on his line so hard. My buddy asked him why and he said "Your gonna pull the plug and drain the lake Dumba**!" Two of us in my boat were laughing anyway. I think my other buddy is still teed off. I met the guy on shore later and he was tons of fun to be around and we still run into each other once in a while and laugh about it.

1) We were headed north of Armstrong on a fly-in. There were so many forest fires that year, the pilot had to fly a serpentine route to avoid them all. I coincidentally ended up in the co-pilot's seat that trip. She handed me a topo map and told me to keep track of where we were so we didn't get lost.

2) The camp I was in one particular trip was located on the very eastern end of a long, narrow bay on the east side of the lake which is 950,000 acres large. A squall line blew through the area from west to east. Some guests were running their boats up into the reeds on shore, rather than staying tied to the docks, seeking protection to avoid turbulent water and high winds as the storm passed through. So much water piled up in the bay from being blown in by the storm that, after it passed and the water receded, the boats were left high and dry.

Most memorable...just sat down to a plate of fresh walleye at shore lunch, when about five feet away a bear sticks its head out from the shore. The three of us back up slowly to the boat, with each step back, the bear advanced one step forward. We got in the boat, backed away from shore, and then yelled and tossed rocks and branches at the bear. He refused to leave and at one point picked up our cooler by the handle and walked around the lunch site like a big Lab carrying the cooler.

Best memory...both of my kids getting introduced to the great outdoors of Canada and catching their best freshwater fish and having that experience with both them and their grandfather at the same time. I started going to Canada with my father when I was about 10 and now 40+ years later we are still doing it every year, but now accompanied by my kids.

Best thought on a cold winter day...the loon calling as I fish in the evening as the sun sets, I set the pole down to just watch the sun slip away and when I pick it up, fish on.....IAWalleye

Over 30 yrs ago I landed my first Northern 40 incher. It was 43 inches & 23lb on a very cold, windy September day in Quebec. When it first surfaced I thought it was a "croc", ha,ha. I'll never forget that afternoon...seems like yesterday after all these years.:rockit:

One night I stayed at the cabin while everyone went into Dryden to watch the “shakers”. This was a private cabin about a mile off Hwy 664 half way to Hudson. One o'clock in the morning I start watching the Blair Witch Project. As the movie ended I was thinking "what a ridiculous movie and I've got to use the outhouse". Now most of you know how dark the Canadian woods are at night and the outhouse was about 100 yards from the cabin down a narrow path in the forest. The further I got from the cabin the less ridiculous the movie seemed. When I heard the crash in the woods about half way through my duty I was sure it was real. I bet I was a sight running back to the cabin trying to pull my pants up.

The best memory, and it still gets me every year is that wonderful, first lung full, of that fresh Canadian pine air....man, it makes me shiver to think about it.

Great thread, so many over the years. Each year is special in its own way. A few of my favorite

My first ten lb walleye

Being at the bar in Minaki and people coming up several times asking "is that your brother sleeping on the doc?" After bringing him up each time.

Shore lunches and naps on the rocks like a lizard.

Taking a nap on the boat and my brother yelling "The boat is on fire! Wake up!" and the trolling motor was on fire....

Brother being blocked by a skunk under the porch stairs after using the outhouse at 1am. We just kept playing cards.

Dad shaking like a leaf at the boarder inspection because he stashed an extra pair of cigarettes in his socks. Way to go captain obvious.

Four Fingers. (Inside story)

Some dude that joined the trip one year and took my truck to get beer. Came back two days later.

Steve helping bail out my boat and stop it from sinking at the doc in freak wind shear storm from the east-at 5am.

Tossing coffee grounds in brothers sleeping bag after he was freaking out about tics after shore lunch and waking up with black specs all over him.

My son having a tear in his eye the last day not wanting to go home.

The life long friends I have made.

Seeing Don for the first time without a hat knowing him 10 years and someone saying holy cow! your bald!

Conservative Tom acting like a cowboy with a kitchen towel killing flies.

Fred, Barney, Ernie and Burt.

Bill aka Barney always being there when I needed him, no matter what.

Hundreds more, but thinking about it and reading the posts, the fish is really a small part. The memories are the people and good times.

1)On a 65 foot housboat with a fresh rebuilt engine coming back through bear narrows when the engine quits and would restart. **** it wouldnt even turn over. Many of us on the trip are mechanics and after investigating the problem and pulling a few spark plugs water came out of one of the cylinders.
2)Running same houseboat a year later on to a reef at dusk at Taylor Island. Watching 6 guys stand on the reef rocking the house boat of the reef and driving away leaving a few behind to be picked up in the 16 foot boats.
3)Coming back in a bad wind/thunderstorm near three sisters with what seemed to be tidal waves causing a gallon of crisco cooking oil to come flying out of the upper cabinet, shattering on the floor and creating an ice skating rink for every curious person that walked in the kitchen and fell on their A$$.
4)Same houseboat, same year, The guide never cam out to pick us up when we got close to hudson so we attempted the dock ourselves. This was the year where Lac Seul was 10-12 feet below normal water levels. After 4 or 5 attempt we made it in to the dock (literally) The corner of the dock speared through the side of the houseboat kitchen wall.
5)Too many peanuts and beer for my Dad. Had to drop him off at an island 4 times while out fishing. The island is now known as Sh-t Point. Just look for the tallest, greenest pines. Thanks Dad.
6)Another day of too many peanuts and beer. This time for another guy on the trip only he couldnt control it while outfishing. Ended up pooping his pants, using his shirt for toilet paper and riding back in naked except for his socks and boots.
7)Almost drown in a leaking 16 aluminum. During a fast forward troll Mike yells fish on. Me (driving the outboard) forgets to reduce to idle and jams it in reverse subsequently causing Mike to fall in the boat. Fish was still landed.
8)Throwing frozen fillets in bed with sleeping individual during a routine stop by the MNR. Later to find out we were under anyway.

So many great memories of friends and fishing. A stand out for me was the time I made shore lunch for Jim and Marlene Hayes, Basel, and his party, Big Jerry and his wife (forgot their last names). Over the years, my wife, Esther, and I developed our shore lunch routine to the extreme, chairs, roll-up table, etc. etc. Used to get teased for not roughing it. Met up with everybody, put on a feast, got pictures of everyone sitting on the chairs, etc. Had fun with serving Basel and Jim (wouldn't let them do anything) who spent a lifetime fixing shore luch for everyone else. They said I didn't do bad, "for a tourist".

About 15 years ago two of my friends and our wives were on a portage and the boat we were trying to launch became wedged in the log ramp and it wouldn't slide down to the water. So my friend got behind the boat to lift it up. While lifting it we must have pushed too hard and accidently knocked him in the water. He went down big time and was soaked from head to toe. This was in July so it wasn't cold. But as luck has it, it started to rain and it rained all morning. After a couple hours he was shivering like a cold wet dog so we pulled up on an island to try and build a fire. Problem was he had the lighter in his pocket so we couldn't even start a fire for him. By noon the sun came out and turned into a beautiful afternoon and the fishing was great as always. I laugh every time I think of this story and I still catch heck about it every year in camp. Fun times.

Besides a lifetime of memories with Dad, a morning camped on Obabikon Lake, LOW, brings back fond memories.

We woke that fall morning to find a fog bank had encircled our island camp. As the sun rose, the fog slowly moved between us. The continually changing light penetration and fog concentrations caused the most wonderful almost kaleidoscope exhibit of Mother Nature that I have ever seen. This continued for perhaps 20 minutes, or longer.

The best part is that I have it on video tape. It was featured on the local TV news some 15 years ago.

As with the Marty Robbins song, "Some Memories Just Won't Die."

Bill Krejca

One year we could not get into our wallaye lake at the time of year our group had set aside. So we ended up on a lake trout fly-in lake, we caught enough fish to eat and take home, but it was a tough week of fishing, new lake, we missed the early bite, but we had some fun any way. The last day we are waiting for the fog to clear, the planes were late. Imagine about 20 guys all packed and waiting standing on the docks. My boat and cabin buddy pulls out his baitcaster, and starts cast a big silver spoon from the dock, he catches the biggest laker of the trip! After the pictures, he is going to release it, a guy comes up, "What are you going to do with that fish?", "let it go, I have my limit, so did everyone else." "I'll take it!" So he opens his cooler, starts handing our beers, to make room for one more fish! So it is 9AM, and were are standing in the fog, drinking beer, and watching the eagles fight over whats left of a freshly cleaned trout! :cheers: Only in Canada!

Ahhhhh god bless the Candian Wilderness!!! My favourite memory was walking through the cabin one night after far to many cans of labatts, on my way to go use the facilties. As im struggling to get my sweater on, with my head stuck in the arm hole, i get plastered across the back of the head with a kitchen chair. well, as it turns out, my buddy sleeping on the pull-out, who CLEARLY had a few more cans than I, thought there was an alien walking through the cabin. after the cursing and laughing, everyone woke up, and we put a cold can on my head for the swelling, and all of us put one down gullets for good measure.

Ahhhhh god bless the Candian Wilderness!!! My favourite memory was walking through the cabin one night after far to many cans of labatts, on my way to go use the facilties. As im struggling to get my sweater on, with my head stuck in the arm hole, i get plastered across the back of the head with a kitchen chair. well, as it turns out, my buddy sleeping on the pull-out, who CLEARLY had a few more cans than I, thought there was an alien walking through the cabin. after the cursing and laughing, everyone woke up, and we put a cold can on my head for the swelling, and all of us put one down gullets for good measure.

That is funny !

1. My 78 year old Mother catching a monster walleye while fishing with my wife and I out of SWW Lodge. We did the quick CPR thing and I got her a pencil sketch made of the picture and a fiberglass reproduction of the fish.
2. Our guide jumping into the water head first in late May to save my brand new G Loomis rod.
3. Evening fishing on Lac Suel where the walleye's were about as close to jumping in the boat as I have ever seen.
4. The shore lunches...they are to die for.

That is funny !

No... thats fricken hilarious :frypan:

No... thats fricken hilarious :frypan:
its a funny story to tell now. it was even funnier watching my buddy try to explain to everyone how he came to think i was an alien, while mumbling his words and hardly being able to see straight. the ongoing joke now is that whenever he has a few to many suds, all the chairs in the cabin go outside for the night now. lol. and no flashlights. we dont want him to get confused and think hes getting beamed up into a spaceship. hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

After 25 trips to the same camp since 1981, there isn't enough white space but I will list a few

1. The look of relief on my younger brother's face when the hook finally popped out from under his thumbnail. He had been heating up an erie dearie hook over a propane stove to burn out an area of his nail large enough to get the hook out through. Took about 150 burns and roughly 3 hours.

2. My cousin was running his boat and was doing something in his tackle box when their boat came to an abrupt stop. Beached. He said "I got out of the boat and could walk all the way around it without getting my feet wet."

3. Having a 30 inch pike come out of the water to get a red hair jig that was on a rod leaning against the side of the boat.

4. Catching a 25 inch walleye on the same hair jig on the cast after I released the pike. (I was 8 then) That was an awesome day.

5. Getting pulled over in Wawa with a van full of guys on our way back from the bar. The driver got a breathalyzer and blew 0.00. The falsest 0.00 ever to be blown.

6. Finally, and this one is burned into my memory like nothing else in the world....Back in the day at the camp where we stay, there used to be a "dump" where we would take our trash. One day my dad and I took a couple of boxes of trash out to the dump. We got to the edge of the dump and a big black bear stood up on his hind legs.....With a Cap'n Crunch box over his head. He was flailing to get the box off his head as we made a quick get-a-way.

#1 Watching my BIL catch two 30"+ walleye on back to back drops about 12 yrs. ago.

#2 Getting "chased" by a young bull moose while exploring a small feeder creek up the Sturgeon River.

#3 Watching some new members of the group getting chased by a cow moose with a calf when they went to get "closer pics" on the side of the road. (For the record, they had been told about #2 moments prior.)

#4 Spending an hour up on the bank for a potty break that ended with watching my buddy wash his jeans on the bank of the lake. It started as a normal bank run (dump in the woods) until he slipped and sat back down in his own mess. 30 min. of cleaning and another 30 min. of laughing and we were back to fishing.

Watching the Dragon flies hatch by the 100,000's and come to our rescue.

Watching the Dragon flies hatch by the 100,000's and come to our rescue.


This is a good one. An amazing sight.

Losts of great memories and of course the tense moments also ...........One trip lightening stuck a tree 1/2 mile from camp . Helicopter landed and we took the firefighters over to where they could put the fire out . Just after they left at dusk 2 brothers in our group arrived at camp with one having a large treble hook deeply imbedded in his thumb. Most everyone freaked out . The guy who never lifts a hand in camp started peeling potatoes for supper , another just stood around with his hands on his hips making worried faces , another started jugging beer . Since I was the group organizer I got the pressure put on me .I pulled out my firstaid kit an drazer blade . The guy with the hook in his thumb said he needed a stiff drink before I did "surgery" . I don't took any hard drinks now but siad I needed one too . After we drank 1/2 a bottle the hook was removed .

On another trip with just my wife, we were socked in with bad weather . Was to come out on a Friday and did not get out until Sunday afternoon . While sitting out a heavy reain storm, on Friday evening , I was munching Fritos and had a large filling coem out . Even breathing cool air caused severe pain . Two sleepless nights later we heard the plane coming in . An Otter left off 6 people and the pilot said we had to go 25 miles further north to pick up another group . We did that and when we landed at the base , hitting the water caused me to flinch with pain. The guys wife asked we what was wrong and I told them I had a filling come out . She smiled and looked towards her husband and stated he was a dentist . After getting the plane unloaded he told me to come up to their vehicle and gave me some stuff called "cavit" . I packed it into the hole . Next morning we flew in to another lake for a week of pain free fishing .

After 33 fly-in trips , numerous drive-in trips and several bear hunts I have many more stories too. Most of the good too !!!!!!!

About 12 years ago, a buddy from Minnesota invited a few of us Texas boys to a fly-in camp in Ontario. I was in my early 30s and had never fished in Canada, much less fished for something called a "walleye". We flew into camp in a beautiful DeHavilland Beaver and after putting our gear in the lodge, headed out for an afternoon of fishing.

Our guide pulled up over the first reef -- we had no idea what in the world was going on -- and told us to put a minnow on a jig, drop it to the bottom and crank the reel handle two times. I followed his instruction, and in about five seconds my rod doubled over. It felt like I was reeling in a sunken tree trunk, but the tree trunk kept making runs and pulling on my drag. After about five minutes this big gold and black fish surfaced and my guide netted it. He began screaming, whooping and hollering and immediated called the other guides on his radio.

I didn't know what all the fuss was about, but apparently it's a pretty big deal when your first walleye (on your first "cast") is 31.5" long...

Needless to say, I've been back to Canada every year since!

About 12 years ago, a buddy from Minnesota invited a few of us Texas boys to a fly-in camp in Ontario. I was in my early 30s and had never fished in Canada, much less fished for something called a "walleye". We flew into camp in a beautiful DeHavilland Beaver and after putting our gear in the lodge, headed out for an afternoon of fishing.

Our guide pulled up over the first reef -- we had no idea what in the world was going on -- and told us to put a minnow on a jig, drop it to the bottom and crank the reel handle two times. I followed his instruction, and in about five seconds my rod doubled over. It felt like I was reeling in a sunken tree trunk, but the tree trunk kept making runs and pulling on my drag. After about five minutes this big gold and black fish surfaced and my guide netted it. He began screaming, whooping and hollering and immediated called the other guides on his radio.

I didn't know what all the fuss was about, but apparently it's a pretty big deal when your first walleye (on your first "cast") is 31.5" long...

Needless to say, I've been back to Canada every year since!

Awesome Story

The great fishing on Lac Suel, the shore lunches with newly formed freinds and the amazing sunrises and sunsets that I got to share with my son for two years that was supposed to go on forever but was cut short by losing him in a car accident last November. Those memories will never be forgotten and always are a reminder of his passion for the outdoors.

some of my great memories. my brother catching his biggest ever walleye right before a august hailstorm. Ontario rainbows. prank after prank after prank!:fishhit:

Several,

1) After traveling all day, setting up the cabin, fishing for about an hour we came back in and had dinner and allot of drinks my buddy's son wanted to fish off of the dock. As was the norm, I was kind of drunk but since no one else wanted to go I could not let him down. On my second cast I caught a 42" Northern. I had never caught that big of a fish in my life and had to have my buddy's son go get help so I could get it out of the water.

2) On a fly in sitting in the back of the plain and someone asked, " Have you seen any Moose?" We then turned real sharp and dove real steep. Not knowing what was going on, ........you can fiqure out the rest.

3) Seeing our friends that seem like family every year.:):howdy:

The great fishing on Lac Suel, the shore lunches with newly formed freinds and the amazing sunrises and sunsets that I got to share with my son for two years that was supposed to go on forever but was cut short by losing him in a car accident last November. Those memories will never be forgotten and always are a reminder of his passion for the outdoors.


Hello Windriderhog, please accept my deepest condolences on your loss. What a great testimony why not to put trips off as "tomorrow is not a guarantee". I am blessed with 3 boys of which 2 of them have shared many a trip in the Great Canadian Wilderness with me and hopefully I will have all 3 of them with me this coming spring (God willing). Thank you for sharing. Have a great year.

Sincerely,
Larry Mac

Took 10 years of trips with my Dad and had great time fishing and bonding. Wish we could have started sooner in life doing this kind of thing. His health has been poor the last two years so its hard going up without him. Hopefully he can go again next year, if not he's always there in mind and spirit.
:)

Fishing the English River north of Kenora and I hooked a Sturgeon. It was a 45 minute fight and we have it on video. Unbelievably I snagged just above the tail. It was 55" long and very healthy.
The next day in the same spot my Friend caught a Musky. Almost a hour fight and it is on video. It was 53.5" long -

It's interesting that many of the memories do not directly involve fishing. For me its cooking pancakes, bacon and sausage on our deck in the mornings and watching my kids grow up, get strong and begin to value Lake of the Woods as a rather remarkable place. But I also enjoyed watching my 10 year old (after warning him not to) jump into the lake on May 18 and learning that water temperature and air temperature are not the same thing.

Wonderful thread - keep adding the stories.

I might have gotten my love of the north woods from my parents - who took me with them to N Wisconsin fishing every year I was alive until I was 18 and my dad passed away. I know that he would have had such a blast in Canada! So I've taken all three of my kids (most) every year since they were about 10 and I'm happy that whenever I ask them if they want to go to Canada there's no doubt that they do. Some things I think about all year..

- Just feeling that little tap on the line and the weight when I set the hook
- The smell of bacon frying or outboard exhaust along with the cool pine air
- The sound of rain on the roof in the early morning or loons calling in the evening
- Warm blankets on a cool night
- Feeling the cabin moving like I'm still on the water after enjoying the waves all day (not because of the beer)
- Cold beer with crispy fillets

One of the most unusual memories is when we were heading up a river when we came across a large bear swimming across - perfect timing!

This ones easy for me. We grew up with just enough, we didn't walk 10 miles to school or anything like that but we had just enough and no extra. My dad and brother and I fished at least three times a week in a rowboat on local lakes with no motor just armstrong! We spent all winter watching fishing shows and marveled at the canadian shows the most. I was lucky enough to make a little in business and i paid for our first trip to canada with all three of us. We all met in Winnipeg and rented a car and those three hours driving were almost as fun as the fishing. The talk of i cant believe we're doing this and whats the world record northern??? When we called the lodge owner and he came to the landing my dad had tears in his eyes and said it was the most fun he could ever think of. Needless to say we had a blast and the feeling never went away all week. Too bad the economy tanked and only i've been able to go back with others. But like everyone else the other sensations were awesome also Northern lights, loons calling at dusk, big @ss beavers everywhere, eagles, 40 horsepower engines!!!!!! good luck to all this year

Most fun for me has been watching my kids grow up. Just came back from our yearly family trip, the 12th for my two kids. My son ran his own boat this year. I think he was a little nervous at first but he did just fine.

This ones easy for me. We grew up with just enough, we didn't walk 10 miles to school or anything like that but we had just enough and no extra. My dad and brother and I fished at least three times a week in a rowboat on local lakes with no motor just armstrong! We spent all winter watching fishing shows and marveled at the canadian shows the most. I was lucky enough to make a little in business and i paid for our first trip to canada with all three of us. We all met in Winnipeg and rented a car and those three hours driving were almost as fun as the fishing. The talk of i cant believe we're doing this and whats the world record northern??? When we called the lodge owner and he came to the landing my dad had tears in his eyes and said it was the most fun he could ever think of. Needless to say we had a blast and the feeling never went away all week. Too bad the economy tanked and only i've been able to go back with others. But like everyone else the other sensations were awesome also Northern lights, loons calling at dusk, big @ss beavers everywhere, eagles, 40 horsepower engines!!!!!! good luck to all this year

Well said, Wolverine

Wonderful thread - keep adding the stories.

I hadn't read this thread for a while - I just went through the entire thread -- I don't know guys - :) I think some of the lighthearted ones could be put in their own thread titled
"Laugh 'til you cry" ---some of these are hilarious. :)

You know when I go to my parents house I yell at them for smokin around me and my kids. When I went to Canada with my Dad and he fired up a nail out on the water I didn't care at all. :smokin:

I'd often bet him five bucks I could catch a pike before he put it out. I'd often win!

I need to add one to my post. This was the first year I was able to bring my 11 year old son with me. This is the 4th generation now that has gone up to Gullrock. The downfall is that my father isn't here to be with his grandson fishing. My 8 year old son is next! Hopefully he'll be ready to go in 3-4 years.:rockit:

Wow,where to begin.

1. Funniest moment. I took brother-in-law to LOTW a few years ago. The resort owner said they have been having trouble with the bears breaking into the cabins. They had 2 bear live traps set up. The second day they captured a mother and cub. When word got out, all resort guests walked up to see the bears in the live trap. There was a little "peek" hole in the end of the trap. Well, my bro-in-law starts to peek in the little hole and another guest slaps the side of the cage. Bears never moved, but I think bro-in-law needed a change of pants.

2. Earlier in my Canada days, we used to fish for muskies most of the day, only stopping to catch a few walleyes for supper. So the next few memories are from those trips.
--older brother chuckin a big Reef Hawg (10 inches of solid maple) too far as it bounces off a 20 foot high cliff and drops in the water. Suddenly we hear running/crunching noises on top of the cliff and a beaver leaps off the cliff into the water. Brother's lure scared the heck out of it.
--little brother chucking similar Reef Hawg for the first time using a bait caster. Gets instant backlash as Dad gets Reef Hawg stuck in shin. Dad never said a word.
--Me chucking (what else) a Reef Hawg and getting a hot follow from the biggest musky I have ever seen. I have caught several over 45 inches with the largest at 49. This one was easily 55-60 lbs, verified by older brother as musky lost interest in my lure and went after his. It lost interest in his bucktail when the blade stopped spinning.
--nearly loosing my best friend's 1st musky while trying to net it. The hooks got caught on the outside of the net. So I spun the net around and scooped it up from behind. Nice 47 incher.

3. Catching 220 walleyes in one day with 3 good friends.

4. Feeding wild deer off the porch of the cabin.

5. Watching a huge musky try to steal a friend's walleye off his line. He never saw the musky coming because he was sitting down. I saw it coming because I was standing up. He was just about to bring the walleye up out of the water and I said "no, leave it in the water". He said "why", just as the musky smacked it. I think his eyes popped out of his head. All we got was a shredded walleye.

6. One time fishing with my best friend, jigging for walleyes. I look back at my buddy and he is jigging very lazy-like just looking up. I said "what are you doing?" He said "just watching 6 bald eagle soaring above us".

You just can't duplicate what it is like fishing in Canada. And it is not just about the fishing. It is good times with good friends and family. Not much, if anything, comes close. My next reservation is this September. Can't wait.

As a child on my first trip to Wapikimanski in 1971 there was the time at shore lunch when the local Indian on the lake came and had shore lunch with us. I remember his name even to this day. He taught us how to cut a gullet from a northern and to use hard gut from the northern.
On that same trip, catching wallys off the shore and running up the rock to deliver my freshly caught eye to my dad to fillet. Fishing 3 in a boat with my dad and brother catchin northern and those dang cotton nets.
The portage on Wap. where I thought I heard a bear and come screamin up that portage tackle a flyin.
Smashing cans from the dump behind camp to redeem at this little general store in Savant. They were not happy to see me with those cans.
The time on Glitter when my brother and I slipped back to camp, raided our live well to put a couple wallys on ou stringer so we could go pikeslayin.
The only time on Birch, fishing with Dan Gable the wrestling coach. Man does he love his walligators. Same trip, my brother and I hauled our boat into an inland lake where few white men have ever even seen. Brutal portage but the musky(had to of been) we saw in there. 6' if anything. Had one cast at it, dropped my lure perfectly in frount of her giant snout. We watched as like a giant submarine she slowly descends out of the little bay.
In Wabakimi the rest of my trips now, 2nd week of June.
My mom and dad ran out of gas and had to be towed in. My dad was tired of the crap he was gettin so he and my mom shot the moon! We call it seein the moon and the north star.
The time I had to take a treble imbeded deeply in my sons hand at shore lunch in frount of everybody. He didn't wimper. Proud moment.
My dad spreading his good freinds ashes.
The time in camp in the later years caring for my dad and doing for him what he did for me all those years.
The memorial service for my dad at our shore lunch rock.
And my most fond memory. 2009 trip. 1st trip after my dad died. It was my turn to give the blessing and as my long tradition to have a moment of silence to reflect on our dear departed fishermen. Men like Ralph, Bob, Len, and Jack and now I have to include Buck. Very emotional. To lighten the mood somewhat I then asked my dad in my prayer for a big fish. I said weve been talkin about it for a little while now. It's the middle of the trip how about it? The next morning I immediately catch a 42" northern. Within a half hour at a different spot my brother catches a 42".
Coincidence I dont think so.
It's way more about the people you love and share this wonderful experience we call Canadian Fishin. Wipin the tears.

[ The only time on Birch, fishing with Dan Gable the wrestling coach. Man does he love his walligators.


Was he as intense when he fished as he was when he coached the Hawkeyes?

[ The only time on Birch, fishing with Dan Gable the wrestling coach. Man does he love his walligators.


Was he as intense when he fished as he was when he coached the Hawkeyes?
Dan had this rock by the cabin and every morning he would put on rubber suit and do step ups on this rock. Then he would run the dock. But walleye fishing is truly one of his major passions. The stories he would tell at night in the cabin was awesome. What a gentleman and genuine person. And I must add a very good fisherman.

Being w/ my two sons and wife while watching them catch their 1st Canadian Walleye and Northern Pike. Watching Black Bear, Moose, Caribou and Loons in their native habitat.

This year, I watched a 12 year old first time fly-in fisherman catch a Walleye on a double-buzzer buzzbait one evening. It was the first time he ever fished a buzzbait (nice going Chase Struna!). We were fishing @ the Kirk Ile camp of Bushland Adventures in Quebec.

Here are a few of mine...about 4-5 yrs ago me and my partner are on Cedar Lake in Perrault Falls..the wind was howling..we were trolling the backside of an island out of the wind..was using a #5 SR in Canadian Pearl with 8lb Vanish and no leader..I hook into a northern..this fish went everywhere..left, right, in the water out of the water, front of the boat, back of the boat and under the boat..consider my tackle I didnt think I stood a chance of getting him in the boat..I was lucky and got him to the side of the boat and my partner netted him..once in the boat he proceeded to gator roll in the net creating many snags..finally got that all straightened out..he measured 40" my personal best..we threw back in and came around the wind side of the island where it was very rocky..my lure stops dead in the water and I think Im snagged on the rocks..but when I pulled I made some headway..now I think Im hung up on a limb..so I start cranking and pulling and finally about 30 feet from the boat I see the dorsal and tail fins of what is a huge musky..I was shocked as I got him to the side of the boat without a run, without barely a fight..it was like reeling in a wet blanket..not trusting the net and with him being a good boy I reluctantly got the hooks out at the side of the boat and hauled him in for a quick picture (I'll get back to that later) and released him..he went about 45", my personal best...after releasing him the wind had blown us across a narrows to another island..we decided to troll that shoreline and then head in for lunch..I no sooner started the boat moving and again a big hit...this fight didnt take as long and I landed a 24" walleye..not my personal best but still a big fish..Gods truth, all this occurred in just about an hour....as for the picture of the musky..we went in and after lunch I was laying in my bed looking at the pictures in my camera from that morning..when I got to the pic of the musky, all Im seeing is the bottom of the fish and the bottom of my legs and my shoes..it was very windy like I said and the boat was really rocking..what was covering the majority of the picture was my partners finger!! oh well, I still have the memory etched in my mind and I know I will never enounter an hour of fishing like that again..but Im going to try.

I have some of the funnier moments from trips but I will post them later as I want to give my fingers a rest

Alot of good memories and a couple of scary ones, but the best occured this year. My 10 year old came with on his first Canadian trip. The first morning we didn't get out until 10:30 because it was cold and rainy. We finally went out and anchored in the mouth of the Wenesaga River. Within 5 minutes my son boated 4, 16" to 18" walleyes. The look on his face was priceless and knowing he was now hooked on this annual trip is something I will remember always!

We are at Goose Bay Camp in early June, sounds like the weather we had! The best fishing seemed to be the cold, cloudy and rainy days, but that is walleye weather! We had a couple of youngsters in our group, lplus a 30 wantabe who finally made the trip North! Those are special memories for sure!



Alot of good memories and a couple of scary ones, but the best occured this year. My 10 year old came with on his first Canadian trip. The first morning we didn't get out until 10:30 because it was cold and rainy. We finally went out and anchored in the mouth of the Wenesaga River. Within 5 minutes my son boated 4, 16" to 18" walleyes. The look on his face was priceless and knowing he was now hooked on this annual trip is something I will remember always!

One of our worst trips (many years ago) ended up being one of the funniest to look back on.

On this trip, we decided to try a new-to-us island resort on the west side of LOTW – very remote. When we got there, the cabin was nice but there was no water in the hot tub, no live bait available (after we had asked several times before coming if live bait was available), and worst of all, we were really struggling to find fish. When we brought up the issue of no live bait, we were told that we must not know how to fish if we needed live bait. I watched my friend exercise amazing self-restraint since had this been a hockey game, this would have been the point when gloves started hitting the ice.

The biggest tip-off was the for-sale sign in front of the place when we got there and the attitude we got was along the lines of “we just don’t care”. Our nick names for our hosts became White Fang and Rain Man for reasons we don’t need to go into – true brothers in apathy.

They must have felt a little bad for us and told us about a lake that was a 20-minute walk beyond the back of a bay where they had a couple boats. Cool. They even loaned (rented) us a little (2hp?) outboard engine to take back there with us. This chainsaw with a prop had no reverse (no problem), a throttle that was either wide open or off, and a handle held on with one stripped-out bolt. We found the boats and tightened the engine the best we could to the rotting wooden transom of one of them. And after motoring a ways, we started catching Walleyes and Smallmouths! Very good fishing. In fact, one Smallmouth even came out of the water to hit a lure hanging over the side of the boat – he must have thought he was a Northern!

But we noticed that the boats were filling up with water from dozens of missing rivets. We got some plugged, but basically we were fishing for 10 minutes and bailing for 5. My brother had the bright idea of standing on the seats of his boat to fish and turned the entire boat into one big livewell! I still laugh thinking of him taking a fish off and tossing it into the bottom of the boat – fish just swimming around under those seats.

All was fine – since we were catching fish – until we were motoring in for the day. My friend was trolling as we went and had a hit – a really big one. I’m driving the chainsaw – one speed - full throttle – and as I turn it around 180 degrees to slow the boat, the engine jumps off the rotten transom and now I’m holding this screaming engine at arm’s length – with only a stripped out bolt holding the handle to the engine. In that instant, I imagined the huge bill I would get from White Fang if this POS engine goes to the bottom but I also didn’t want it chewing on my leg or someone else’s if I brought it into the boat at WOT! Somehow I killed the engine without losing it but the big one got away.

When we got back to shore, my brother looked like a bear in an Alaskan stream as he got the fish out of the “livewell” and tossed them into our net to pack them back out. I can still see him with that dripping net of fish slung on his back. I don’t think he appreciated us telling him he was our designated bear bait on our 20 minute hike back down that narrow trail at dusk to the main lake.

So we survived in spite of all the issues and even made a lot of great memories – which is the great thing about Canada. Good times or bad, we always come home with some great stories to hold us over until our next trip..

1. Catching my first over 30" walleye
2. My buddy landing a 48" northern on ultralight tackle......looked like a gator when it came to the top of the water. And our camera man dropped his camera in the water when he saw it. The ensuing panic when I put the fish on the floor of the boat.
3. Almost sinking the boat in Little Grassy Lake......busted livewell intake pipe.....that water was cold!!!
4. Shearing off 1/2 my lower unit
5. Blown Rectifier on the motor
6. Blown powerhead on the motor
7. B.S'ing with the guys over beer, cards and cigars everynight
8. No phones/tvs/technology.....just mother nature
9. Watching my buddy trying to scramble up a sandy beach as a thunderstorm was barreling in. A large turtle was next to him trying to do the same. The turtle won.....
10. Trying to outrun that same thunderstorm.....dumb!
11. Excellent fishing
12. Memories of a lifetime with my friends

First trip ever to Canada and driving up to Pickle Lake and seeing all the stacks of rocks along the road and then asking the outfitter what that is all about. His reply " so you can ask me about them".

Discovering a vodka lemonade in one hand and a Labatts in the other may seem like a good idea at the time but didn't seem so good when I woke up in the morning.

Related to above making the mistake of saying never ask me if I need another beer just bring me one. I have learned my lesson on both points now I limit myself- young & dumb I guess.

Having a guy in our group shoot a bear wearing only his underwear- Had a bear in camp at Wetlauffer on a fly-in and he shot him right thru the screened window at daybreak. There is more to the story on how they got rid of the carcass.

Also at Wetlauffer having a bat get in the cabin in the middle of the night- If you ever seen the movie The Great Outdoors it was just like that except no tennis racket-used a long handled fry pan and a landing net.

Having a drunk old native(trying to be PC) flip me off at the Kenora Beer Store because I wouldn't buy him some beer.

These are the homorous ones- The best memories were of the thousands of fish I have caught,shore lunchs, No phones, no TV, being in fresh air and all that goes with it.

Pranks...

My partners son and his son in law are the best..they finally admitted that they are out all day thinking up things they can do to us..Im sure most lodges use a cut off bleach bottle or something similar and keep them in the back of their camp boats as a bailer..well we use them to bail and also used them for a urinal..
A few years back I have to go and Im using the bailer...I suddenly feel my gym shoes getting wet..what they had done was unscrew the cap, enough so it would leak but not enough for it to come off...ha ha..from that point we made it a point to check the cap before using it...next year I have to go..I check the cap, the cap is on tight..I go and all of a sudden Im going on my toes ( was wearing sandals)...they had punched a hole in the cap of the bailer...
a few more...pulling on the power cable from the locater just enough for it to work but enough for it to disconnect when crashing into waves on real windy days...actually brought out the back up battery one time only to find it didnt work either...for a year they wouldnt admit to this one..turns out it was another comedian in our group
this one is simple...reversing the crank on a left handed retrieve spinning reel to right handed..
While at the time we get PO"d when these things occur we also have to laugh at the time and thought they put into these pranks..
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1) The first time at Lake of the Woods, in Whitefish Bay on island, laying in bed, during a full moon and listening to the loons calling.

2) Laughing my rear end off, when another guy staying at the Sanctuary resort comes out of the outhouse and screams like a little girl when my dog jumps out the brush.

3) Sitting, talking, and eating cake that he made with George Wahl.

4) Having the opportunity to be guided by Robert Horley, he had guided fisherman on Lake of the Woods for 60 years, the stories he told. About the last time he saw caribou migrate across Lake of the Woods and the area that they use to cross the lake. Fishing the area where the Sioux had raided, and the drawings that they had done on cliff sides, hence the name Sioux Narrows.

5) And this year coming around a corner into a bay and seeing a female wolf laying on a rock, and watching us for several minutes.

My first one week trip to Canada with my two sons was most memorable. They each had a 20" pike on the line before I got the first box of gear out of the van.

Trolling for Pike, I had something hit my line, by the time I tried to set the hook, my buddy says "fish on!" I get my line in and there is no lure on the end, I thought I lost it on a log. We get his pike in and it's 39". Whooping and hollerin' I look down and the fish has my lure in it's mouth! One year later, within 30 yards of previous years catch, I pull in a 39". With the same lure from the previous year.

One trip we were coming home with the guys and we stopped at a restaurant for dinner like a Red Robin. After we are done eating "Squirrel" decides to put on a show. He was actually a fast pitch softball player that came along for the trip, and there was some stories told about him that week that "SEEMED unbelivable". He gets up and without saying anything starts walking around our table looking at it. He then tries to pull the cloth off without moving any dishes. Of course everything including the dishes, and the half eaten food hits the floor with a crash.
The restaurant went quiet as everyone stared. Not finished he puts the tablecloth around his neck like a cape and sticks 2 french fries in his teeth like fangs, and starts making biting motions, waving his cape around and even goes up to a few strangers tables and acts like he is biting them on the neck. Alot of people are laughing but the wait staff is scared but just tries to talk to him to stop.
Then we see the red and blue flashing lights outside and know its going to get really good. Squirrel sees them too and gets up on a ledge next to the door. As the 2 cops come in he leaps on them and all 3 go down in a tangle. Squirrel is trying to fake bite them, he's strong and solid but not too big. One cop gets out his club and whacks the other cop by mistake on the shoulder and for about 10 seconds it is a real melee. Squirrel never hit them or did anything but wrestle so for $300 we get him out of jail later and can finish the trip home. That was his last trip to Canada as far as I know.

Just a few of my highlights
* First time to LOTW our guide was a one legged Indian named Albert. Dood was awesome. Anyone else draw him (30 yrs ago)
* My son declaring a multi Musky evening then promptly catching 3 in 2 hrs time. A 33"-43"- and 49"
* Taking my nephew whos special needs but functions pretty well. He's so competitive. While fishing some reeds for Northern I told him cast short of the weeds but he kept getting hung up so I would back the boat out a little more ea time but it became a game to him but getting that spoon out was a real pain. After about 10 times we both just fell on the bottom of the boat laughing. Damm I love that kid!

Dad and I were jigging about 50 yards from shore when I heard something splash along the shoreline. Looked and saw something swimming straight towards us. At first we thought it was a beaver or a mink. When it got about 10 yards from the boat, up popped 2 big ears. It was a rabbit. It swam alongside the boat and I grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and dropped him in the boat. He was like a pet ... very content to be in the boat. I fed him some peanuts and then he sat on the side of the boat. We took him closer to shore and put him back in the water and he swam back to land where he hopped on a log and dried himself off. We guess a fox or something chased him into the water and, when he saw us, figured we were safer than whatever was after him.