Anyway, that's my excuse for not posting this report until now... and I'm sticking to it.
A good friend owns a lodge way the heck out there, and he's been after me for years to come visit. Unfortunately, because of work in Alaska, I was never able to accept. Last summer was different. I've decided to cut back my time in AK to fish and paint, and spend more time with my gals.
Minneapolis to Toronto to Montreal to Sept Isle to Wabush... and the next day (weather permitting) an hour and a half further north in a float plane. As beautiful as it was... I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. The change in the bush plane's pitch woke me up... and we were at the lodge. A short plane ride to a neighboring lake and a mile long hike to the top of a connecting river, with a few jokes along the way. Once we got to the top of the river, Mike didn't waste any time getting on the board. John wasn't far behind... We spent the day fishing down to the lake and the waiting plane. When the water was tight, we took turns. When we could, we spread out and all fished. The next day, we flew 1-1/2 hours north to an impact crater lake which flowed further north to the Arctic Ocean. The lake and its outflow holds land-locked arctic char and lake trout. The flight back to the lodge that evening helped to give me some perspective of the last ice age. There was once 2 miles ice on this part of Labrador... this photo was taken at 6000 feet, or half way to the top. Over the week, we often flew out, and sometimes left by boat... but we always fished small water. Because it's small and requires the fishermen to often take turns, this water is often not fished for an entire season. We didn't mind a bit.
"Make it matter, fuckos." jhnnythndr
" Herre jävlar vilka fiskar!!" P-A
"I'm no saint though, nor a judge. Rock that shit good and hard, and on your way out, wipe your dick on the curtains." - Kyner