
- the Splake Hunters

See previous blog entry for names. Missing is Laker Larry and Black Bean. Dunk-a-Lew, Lunch Box and Spear were MIA as well. Thanks to all for another memorable trip and hope to see you next year!
We rescued Laker Larry from a swamped canoe just off the shore of our camp. Cold, wet, bewildered and visibly shaken, we administered first aid in the form of a mug of rum. He eventually came around and started blaming his relatives for his lack of paddling skills. We all silently nodded in agreement with smirks on or faces.
Not only the black flies were biting this year! The mirror surface of the lake easily revealed where the bait fish were being hunted because the surface boiled as they made their escape. We moved in and captured the hunters. When we put them on a stringer beside the canoe, the bait fish returned to nibble their captured tails.
Seen here with his trophy fish caught off shore near camp. He madly paddled after us and calmly asked if we caught anything, we mumbled noooo. Then he proudly holds up this massive trout and our jaws dropped. Giggling, he wasted no time paddling miles down the lake to repeat this scene at Laker Larry's camp.