The tagalong 

For the most part, Supper Lake was off-limits to guests. It used to be the main lake for the lodge where my parents worked. But, as happens, it was fished a little too hard over the years, and, at the owner’s insistence, the lake was closed to all guests.  We could fish it because my […]

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Three days in Alberta

Life has a funny way of repeating itself. This summer, as I was getting ready to visit Southern Alberta for a fews days off fishing with my brother, my wife turned to me and said, “Do you know what you were doing on this day 9 years ago?” After a moment, I remembered that I […]

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A Creek of One’s Own

When I was about 12 years old, my best friend’s dad bought a house on the opposite end of the island we were living on at the time. When I asked him why his dad had bought the place–they already had three places that I knew about–he told me that the creek that ran through […]

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A Fish 12 Months in the Catching

About five kilometers north of where you’re staying, you’ll see a large rock that looks like a house. People have painted a door and a window on it. There’s even a satellite dish. Stop there. Fish downriver. Don’t go upriver. The water is only three inches deep for a mile. Ask me how I know… […]

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Down by the Riverside

I tend to spend a lot of my time fishing lakes. Not by choice, necessarily. I do this more because I live close to what is basically a stillwater hotspot. There are more lakes around here than rivers and, frankly, any rivers that are close by, are still pretty far away. I can hit at least […]

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Fishing With my Dad

As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been lucky enough to spend a fair bit of time fishing with my dad lately. It’s been great. We used to fish together as often as we could, usually dependent on things like how much time we had or who’s place we were at, the typical things. These […]

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