Canada 2004

mooneye01.jpgHerein lies, in a rather large and un­gain­ly fash­ion, the ac­count of the ex­pe­di­tion of six men in­to the cold and crusty taiga of Northern Ontario, Canada as re­lat­ed by one of the par­ty mem­bers, one Adam Harvey hail­ing from the Midwest of the United States of America. This ac­count has been culled from his trav­el jour­nals, which were found un­der a rub­ber Richard Nixon mask, in an emp­ty am­mu­ni­tion box in a cob­webbed and musty shed in a re­mote monastery in Latvia.

Packing was rel­a­tive­ly sim­ple, one out­fit of sev­er­al lay­ers to be worn all week and some­thing to wear home. Packing the boat was a bit more com­pli­cat­ed and de­spite my con­sum­mate skill at uti­liz­ing every inch of us­able space, I let my un­cles take care of the arrange­ment. Our ve­hi­cle haul­ing the fam­i­ly fish­ing boat was a leased Suburban, one of the poor­est and most un­com­fort­ably de­signed ve­hi­cles it has ever been my dis­plea­sure to ride in. In ad­di­tion to my­self, the com­pa­ny con­sist­ed of my three un­cles Corbin, Collier and Dean, as well as my two cousins [Collier’s off­spring] Anthony and Joshua. We drove all night, from Plymouth Indiana, through Chicago, in­to Wisconsin, en­ter­ing Minnesota and fi­nal­ly cross­ing the bor­der in­to Fort Frances, Canada ap­prox­i­mate­ly 12:40 af­ter leav­ing my uncle’s house. Then we ate break­fast at the Makabi Inn.

This is my 4th trip to Canada. The first two were when I was young, in my teens, the third was a col­lege grad­u­a­tion present, and this trip is a year af­ter that. If this book smells like it sat in a shed for a few years, it did. We ar­rived at EJay’s on Camping Lake, in Ear Falls, Northern Ontario, Canada around 1 to­day af­ter a non-stop trip from Plymouth, Indiana and my un­cle Collier’s house. I came from Cleveland so it was even far­ther for me. We made it on the lake by 4 and fished till about 10. We on­ly caught 2 pike worth keep­ing and a wall­eye that wasn’t worth it but kept any­how. We al­so caught a crapload of ham­mer­han­dles. We al­so fed the ea­gles.

Fishing to­day was rather poor, we caught quan­ti­ty but not qual­i­ty. We had enough to eat our fried fish din­ner, most­ly pike, and Collier had some mis­sion­ary friends vis­it from Dryden. In the evening I drove the boat w/​Corbin and he was his usu­al self and I was my usu­al self so we butted heads for a while. I on­ly caught a dinky wall­eye.

Today was a bit bet­ter fish­ing. I cur­rent­ly have the biggest wall­eye [20in] and un­for­tu­nate­ly I lost a 4 or 5 pound one when my line snapped. It rained most of the morn­ing and af­ter­noon and we were wet through. We had some great baked fish and black­ened wall­eye and were ap­praised of the nec­es­saries of mak­ing it by Corbin. I spent the day in the boat with Dean and it was nice and calm. He is very pa­tient. We were about 10 feet from a beaver and caught ome weird fish called ei­ther a sheepshead, moon­eye or skip­trip. Man was it ug­ly. The evening was beau­ti­ful. We al­so saw a mink. I want­ed to pick up a beaver gnawed log.

Pictures will be post­ed once I get all of my film de­vel­oped.

Boy was it windy on the lake to­day! After those boat rides I felt like I’d been in a fist­fight and tak­en some kid­ney punch­es. We caught some more tro­phy wall­eye. The trou­ble now is catch­ing fish that are be­low the tro­phy size for bring­ing home. We had ribs for din­ner and then Josh and I hit the lake for a bit. I caught a 14in sauger and an­oth­er [minis­cule] pike. When I’m on dry land I still feel every­thing rock­ing back and forth. It is a nice way to fall asleep. I got some nice pic­tures and we saw a moose cross­ing a riv­i­er with her two calves. I think that is rare as I though moose on­ly have one calf at a time.

I fished with Collier to­day and did very well. I caught 6 wall­eye, a pike and a perch and Collier caught the last fish for the evening and his on­ly catch for the day. The weath­er was per­fect and we went to Pakwash and Lost Lake where an­oth­er fam­i­ly was sit­ting over the moth­er-lode of wall­eye. They were throw­ing back 24.5″ wall­eye. The Plymouth Berkshires are kind of bummed out that the fish­ing hasn’t been as good as ex­pect­ed. We still might make our lim­it and I hope we do. We found out that Tami died at about 1:30 to­day so we are leav­ing a day ear­ly so Dean can make it home for the fu­ner­al.

Our last day of fish­ing was a suc­cess. Anthony caught the big wall­eye on the trip, a 24 and a half inch­er an {sic} Josh al­so caught a tro­phy sixed fish. My hands are quite sun­burnt and we saw a sea­plane land right be­fore we fin­ished fish­ing. Today I was in the boat with Tony. I have to get up in about 6 hours to hit the road home. I’m cur­rent­ly the last one up and I’m not look­ing for­ward to at­tempt­ing to fall asleep not three feet from Corbin’s snor­ing. If you can’t tell, I’m a bit buzzed from the cig­ar I just had; a Padr?n. Good night and thanks for the great­ness of na­ture which nev­er ceas­es to amaze. The sky is so wide up here you can see it move in three di­men­sions.

In the end, we came home with 18 wall­eye, 11 pike and 2 perch, un­der our lim­it in all re­spects, un­for­tu­nate­ly. Still, I have a freez­er full of fish and I’m itch­ing to bake some of it. The baked fish meals we had were, by far, the best fish meals I’ve had in Canada. I think we might on­ly have fried fish once from now on. The sky ac­tu­al­ly on­ly moves in two vis­i­ble di­men­sions up in Canada, but it is def­i­nite­ly some­thing that puts you in your place. A boat tow­el will re­main most evil­ly fish-smelling even af­ter mul­ti­ple wash­ings. Tommy Bartlett has a Robot World and Exploratory if you want to go to Wisconsin to see it. Seeing a pret­ty girl [or mul­ti­ple pret­ty girls, for that mat­ter] af­ter a week in the bush with 5 male fam­i­ly mem­bers is al­most enough to dri­ve you crazy, it gives ‘easy on the eyes’ a whole new ech­e­lon of con­no­ta­tion.

2 thoughts on “Canada 2004

  1. Great sto­ry. After last summer’s trip to Alaska, I now know what I’d do if I was wealthy, I’d spend my sum­mers in the north woods. The peace and beau­ty of na­ture is so re­fresh­ing. I wish my fam­i­ly had a sim­i­lar tra­di­tion.

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