Mysterious Lake
Packed up for an overnight with my Dad and headed out for some big pike. This was the plan, and, had been the plan all week.
Sadly, the lake that we planned to go to had 6 foot rollers backed by a wind or 80 kliks, so it was both impossible to get to our spot and my Dad to stand (he would have problems standing in near zero gravity).
So there we were, completely dejected, sulking, bummed out at the state of trying to cast into a head on wind at our favorite pike haunt. I suggested another spot, which the wind played on like getting a feather out of a bottle. The old guy didn't even chance it, and the wind near slammed the car door on my leg just getting out of the car.
Now, we were really p'od. What to do, where to go?
So we went to the lake of mystery fish that we had explored earlier last week.
This lake had shorter rollers, but pretty big nonetheless, plus plenty of flat shore to avoid getting swamped by the waves.
Long story short; we didn't get to camp but we did manage 14 pike in 4 hours of fishing and kept two for the pan. Mine was 75cm and his was a nice fat 70cm. A larger one was lost to the waves, and to be honest - if you saw the water - you would have never thought the bite would be so good.
The fish are being cleaned as I write this, so pics would be of a dull sort, but I will post the contents of the stomach shortly.
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