I was spoiled this May. Brookie fishing for me is everything and it has taken me into the most amazing places. You immerse yourself in wild areas, facing the elements, finding yourself in potentially dangerous situations and brookies are truly a test of patience and endurance - often times the fish wins. But the highs... the highs are something else.
Dealt with...
1. Snow
2. Hail
3. Blackflies
4. Strong winds
5. Large animal outside the tent at night
6. 75 km traversing water - ~40 on a boat, the rest on a canoe
7. 23 km portaging - 18 of which were with the canoe on a cart
8. Brookies
9. Raunchy farts
Week 1 - work up north. Not much fishing, hit a forest cold water stream - 4"ers hitting my swivel and not my spinner. Drove by a larger river - top of a pool. 1.5 lb natural river brookie.
Snow fell a few times.
Week 2 - 3 days of cold, rain and hail. 5 hours of warm sun all weekend. Spring has sprung - life starts emerging after the deep sleep.
...ate well.
Lived under the tarp for most of the time but took a magical hike into a magical forest to see what we could find.
Some lichen.
...and a fish.
... a cool looking duck for the record
