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Fishing Northern Ontario di tE baki sabh jhoothH

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    Fishing Northern Ontario di tE baki sabh jhoothH

    Well Friends, last weekend I was on a fishing adventure with four of my Candaian colleagues/friends from work. Well it was a camping and fishing trip which really turned out to be an expedition in the true North, an adventure.

    First of all, we go to a camp site which cannot even be located on a map. Only a 50 kilometer trek through a forest access road gets us there. It is all secluded. Only one party can camp on a 10 acre lake. So we do. Fortunately the access road ends at our camp site. Well, the camps are set up on Friday night. We meet some friendly strangers on 4X4 all terrain vehicles while we are setting up our mineral (bait fish)traps on a creek. Chris, our adneture leader, had a truck tail back propane barecue and a stove. After dinner, we chat about work. Doug chops one thirty foot tree down with his chain saw and axe to make the camp fire. We fire some potatoes using a potatoe gun into the lake, and goto sleep after about dozen beers each. You can hear wildlife howling all night.

    The second day begins. A lonely loon is breaking the silence with its loud calls. The cofee is ready. Sausages are barbecued for breakfast. After having the breakfast, we set out to fish at the elusive lake which Chris and Doug found last year. Three four wheel drive do help on the logging roads which have seen a human being only once or twice a year. After about 45 minutes journey, the brush/tree branches/tall grass start to take over the road. Two feet diameter fallen trees are blocking the road. Of course Doug whips out the chain saw and Eddy, Ted and myself are more than happy to muscle the big tree stumps out of the way. We must have cut and moved about a dozen such trees when we are not sure if we know where we are going. So we decide to turn back and fish at one of the lakes we had seen earlier.

    Eddy gets about a $1,000 damage to his Blazer truck when he discovered a three foot dimater tree stump was not really out of the raod. Anyhow, we make it to the Cherry Lake and fish for bass. We made with five two to three pounder bass. At about 1:30 we go back to the camp. The camp fire is still on from last night. We fire some potatoes into the lake, barbecue the frozen steaks, hamburgers, and other stuff from our coolers. The beer was being served since 10:00 am.

    Afterwards, we go to Linden Forest beach. We had a swim in the creek. And come back to the camp site. Then we goto Lake Camp for fishing. Once again it is a snow mobile route. The brush is hitting the trucks. Mosquito and Deer Flies are everywhere. Somehow we made it to the lake. Then it is approximately 200 feet through a narrow path to the the canoe poratge point. And it is down hill. So we carry three canoes through the bugs, brush and steep slope. By this time, we are two tipsy and it is almost too dark. Anyhow, we waste most of our worms, minerals and other bait without much success. Then it is time to take the canoes back to the trucks and drive back to the camp site. There we make bass fillets, more frozen food barbecues and beers. It was mosquitos galore, but the bug sprays and the camp fire helped out. Still each one of us friends got about 100 bites each. Time now to go and sleep in the sleeping bags in the tents. The racoons attack our food bags and get away with most of the bread.

    Sunday morning, after having the breakfast, we hit the Lake Camp once again after we retrieve all the mineral fish bait from our traps. Tonnes of fish. It is almost every time you cast, you get lucky. But none of them is over 1 pound, so we let them all go. We rush back to the camp site by noon. Now the big task is to finish off all the food we brought in the coolers with us. Needless to say it was just too much. So we discard about five pounds of barbecued food into the bush for the racoons and other wildlife. Take the tents down, cleanup all the camp site and burn most of the garbage in the camp fire. We fire rest of the 20 pound potatoes into the lake and head back home.

    In total we saw another ten people and approximately 4 more vehicles during the whole expedition. It was a true Northern Ontario fishing adventure into the wild. The cell phones did not even work in most of the areas. But inspite of the bug bites, it was a break from the routines.

    Rab Rakha.