Headed into a remote wilderness lake this past weekend, about an 8 & 1/2 hour drive from home, followed by another 45 minute 4 wheel-drive crawl about 15 miles off the road, topped by a 100 yard portage into a small lake. It was wonderful to be away from civilization, even if only for 24 hours, on a pristine, remote wilderness lake, surrounded with quietness, the whispering pines and the call of the Loons. We had a good feed of Brookies about 10 pm then hit the sack lulled to sleep by a steady rain. Steady rain, falling straight down, is like a general anesthetic; makes me sleep like a baby. We fished the next morning and then headed back out. Few things recharge the batteries like the wilderness.
Here is a photo of the Old Geezer with his take-home trout ...
Here is a closer up photo of the Brook Trout. The Brookie is my favourite game fish; it is a member of the Char family, beautifully marked and it lives only in cold clean water ...
Here is a photo of a big Timber Wolf track we saw in the mud. I put a Starbucks card down below it for scale, which is the same size as a standard credit card. If you don't think that is a big track, take out a credit card and take a look at it. The wolf track was about 1/3 wider than the card.
Kirk: An old geezer who loves the smell of freshly turned earth, old cedar rail fences, wood smoke, a crackling fireplace on a snowy evening, pristine wilderness lakes, the scent of
cedars and a magnificent Whitetail buck framed in the semi-buckhorn sights of a 120-year old Winchester.
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