Skip to main content

Fishin' Friends


For about 8 years now several of us have been hitting Lake Temagami in northern Ontario for a week of fishing in late June/early July as soon as bass season opens. The characters change a bit from year to year: another friend, a brother or two but the two mainstays have been me and my buddy Pierre. Some years we catch a ton of fish and others very few. But at the end of the day the beer's always cold and they have to carry you away from the dinner table 'cause the home-cooked meals at the lodge are to die for.
Temagami is about an hour north of North Bay and for us about 6 hours from Ottawa. The first year I ventured forth I didn't know a bass from my ass, had to get Pierre to worm my hook and if I caught a fish, forget it, someone else had to take it off the hook! And clean it? Yeah, good luck with that.

I've come a long way since then. I can bait my hook - using rubber worms. I call it the prophylactic approach to fishing. Don't laugh, you'd be surprised at how many fish I've caught practicing "safe fish"! And this year, after 8 years on the lake, I've cleaned fish! It helps when everyone else refuses to do it and you want fish for dinner! Just give me a sharp knife and watch me go. I'm a clean and gut master.

Over the years, we've had a lot of fun and some interesting experiences. For example, several years back Pierre and I were out in the boat one afternoon when for no apparent reason the engine stopped. Try as we might we couldn't get it going again. So we paddled across the lake to a dock and prevailed upon the owner of a cottage to use his phone. We called the lodge owner where we were staying to see if he could come and get us. As we waited it started to rain and by about half an hour later when the lodge owner arrived in his boat it was pouring. As the cottager, the lodge owner Pierre and I huddled over the engine the cottager innocently inquired "Does this boat have a kill switch?" A kill switch is a safety feature. You attach the ignition key to your life vest so that if you fall overboard the key is yanked out of the ignition and a switch flips to stop the engine. Pierre said quietly, so quietly we could hardly hear him "Oh, shit!" As the rest of us looked on, drenched to the skin, Pierre flipped the switch, turned the ignition and the boat roared to life. It took him the rest of our stay to live that one down back at the lodge!

All in all though it's a great guys' week away. And truth be told our wives appreciate a week to themselves too!

Later this week, I'll talk about my "special" fishing week breakfast and give you the recipe. Don't get too excited. Remember, this is a guy thing. In the meantime here's some photos from this year's trip.









Comments

nipsy said…
WOW!! Sounds like you had a good time.. thanks for coming back and sharing the pictures. Some of my best memories are of fly fishing in a small creek on a backwoods road in West Virginia..and I am immensely glad I do NOT have the pictures from back then..:)
Anonymous said…
Yummy. :-)

My ex-ex-brother-in-law (Sis is on her 3rd) tried to teach me to fly-fish when I was 10 or so. I hooked my dad's butt by accident. I still remember those waders and the license clothespinned to my hat.

Good times. :-)

Mz. three-o sumthin' (I've been playing Mafia Wars. I think it's affecting me.)
nonamedufus said…
nipsy: The weather was the pits but, yeah, we had a great time. This year, my pal only dropped my fish into the water getting out of the boat one night!

Miss 3-0 sumthin': I only stick the hook in my thumb when I'm baiting the hook.
Canadian Blend said…
When I was 11 or so (1971) the family (and a bunch of aunts and uncles) went to Rice Lake in Ontario. Back then the border crossing was pretty simple -- when we told the guard we were going to Rice Lake he said, "I should have guessed. All the Ohioans are going to Rice Lake today," and he sent us on our way.

We fished and swam all week. One of my cousins caught a 5-pound bass off the dock.

It was 10 or more years before I had to start cleaning my own fish. I'm still not the best at it.
nonamedufus said…
Canadian Blend: Thanks for that experience. I clicked through to your blog and what a great story I found. I'll be following your travails with interest. Cheers!
Anonymous said…
Yummy. :-)

My ex-ex-brother-in-law (Sis is on her 3rd) tried to teach me to fly-fish when I was 10 or so. I hooked my dad's butt by accident. I still remember those waders and the license clothespinned to my hat.

Good times. :-)

Mz. three-o sumthin' (I've been playing Mafia Wars. I think it's affecting me.)

Popular posts from this blog

My Back Pages - November

I read five books last month bringing my year to date total to 61, well past the 50 I estimated at the beginning of the year. And I've yet to get through December.

The month started out with The Nix, the debut novel by Nathan Hill which has been receiving a lot off positive reviews. In it Hill flips back and fourth from the 1968 Chicago protests and 2011 in a desperate search for the truth behind why his mother abandoned him at an early age. In between Hill takes on politics, the media and addiction as well as other aspects of society. It's a well-spun tale and I quite enjoyed reading it.

Next up was the auto-biographical I Am Brian Wilson of Beach Boys fame. This was somewhat of a scattered affair but an interesting read nonetheless. Wilson - or his ghostwriter - however is no Hemingway.

Then it was on to one of my favourite authors, Ian Rankin and his latest tale of now retired Inspector John Rebus, Rather Be The Devil. I never tire of these stories and this is the 21st in …

Traveling Along Singing A Song

Pete and Paulie were strolling along one day. The sun was bright, the air was cool, the birds chirped crazily in the trees and the squirrels  munched merrily on their nuts. Well not their nuts exactly. Nuts they found on the ground and in the gardens in the park.

Paulie felt so good he began to whistle. It wasn't any tune in particular, just one of those annoyingly tuneless whistles that wandered all over the place. Pete looked at Paulie and he squiggled up his nose and he said "What the hell is that?" Paulie replied "Oh nothing in particular. I'm just happy." "But you're not even whistling a tune" said Pete. Paulie replied "If you're so wise I'd like to see you do better, Pete."

Pete went silent for a moment and seemed to mumble to himself for a moment or two. Then he cleared his throat with a little cough, he opened his mouth and he began to sing.


"There once was a king very wise
Who spoke to his enemies in disguise
T…

My Back Pages - 2016

Here, as promised is a month-by-month breakdown of the 67 books I delved into this year. I got off to a strong start and then my intake dwindled for a couple of months until picking back up in April. I'll let you in on my favourites at the end of this list.

January

Here, There and Everywhere:
My Life Recording the Music of the Beatles - Geoff Emerick - ****
H is for Hawk - Helen Macdonald - ***
Close To The Edge - The Story of Yes - Chris Welch - ***
Sweet Caress - William Boyd - ****


February

Purity by Jonathan Franzen 
Still Alice by Lisa Genova.


March

Natchez Burning - Greg Iles
The Promise (Elvis Cole #20) - Robert Crais

April

The Snowman (Harry Hole)- Joe Nesbo ****
Phantom (Harry Hole) - Joe Nesbo ****
The Leopard (Harry Hole) - Jo Nesbo ****


May

George Harrison Reconsidered ***
The Heart Goes Last - Margaret Atwood ****
Dropping The Needle - The Vinyl Dialogues Volume II ***
The Electric Mist with the Confederate Dead, (Dave Robicheaux #6) - James Lee Burke****


June/.July

 Lust and Wonder - Aug…