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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In Need of an Anchor

I have been in need of an anchor lately. It was something that I hadn’t really realized until I read this post by my buddy Walt over at Rivertop Rambles, but as soon as I started I realized that’s what I had been experiencing. Winter does that to anglers. The game changes, the fishing changes, […]

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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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Chasing Rumours

The fishing season is winding down and, as tends to happen, my thoughts are drawn to the year’s fishing. As I’ve talked about in the past, it was a bit of a funny year. Forest fires, courses, backcountry closures, smoke and everything you can think of made getting out on the water hard. But, despite […]

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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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