Please do find a seat and make yourself at home while I babble on about my favourite subject... fishing of course. Help yourself to some coffee, tea or what ever you like. My home is your home as long as you care to stay around.
I was very fortunate as a kid to have a father who loved fishing. We would make a ritual of it whenever we went. Part of the fishing gear meant a large cast iron fry pan, flour, salt and pepper. Of course there would be much butter and well some fine eating.
You may say part of my heritage was fishing and over the years it has never waned. I get excited just thinking of the prospect of getting near water.
Many Years Past
I had a few things back in the day, a meal like this. Some hair, a moustache and sideburns that never seemed to stop. This was a 25 pound Northern Pike, not a very long fish but certainly thick. Great eating and best cooked over an open fire like dad taught me.
They came big and small and no matter the day I would be in my glory loving every moment. These are Northern Pike and in the spring of the year you could sit in the shallow sandy bays and pick your fish as they were spawning. Look at the size of this ones head in comparison to mine and it will give you an idea of its size.
Small but very tasty Eastern Brooke Trout caught on Vancouver Island. Quigley watching over her fish. It was comical the first few I tossed over my shoulder she would nose back into the lake. She was the catch and release expert in training. She was so proud of herself.
Trout fishing on the Bow River from my pontoon boat is always fun and very rewarding to be able to release these beauties back to grow and keep populations high.
Standing in a stream while wearing insulated waders can and will always reward you with this kind of beauty to release again... Glacier fed waters produce some excellent fish always ready to provide you with great action.
Back in the day when I would keep my daily limit for winter food this was a common sight. 5 Lake Trout the limit at the time they would later be filleted or smoked.
Pike the staple fish of the north, once smoked they would be a treat.
Pacific West Coast Salmon are always keepers like this one. He was 33 pounds, once cooked or smoked would offer many meals during the cold long days of winter. Word has it on the west coast you are to kiss the first catch of the season for good luck.
The latest love is Sturgeon, this being the first I ever caught. A baby in comparison to the monsters which live in the Frazer River in British Columbia. My guide laughed at me for wanted a picture of a baby at 125 pounds. Prehistoric and they are very protected.
This fella came in at an estimated 850 pounds and a length of 8foot 6inches. I was near an hour of fighting this one. Again protected and he had to be released, the record last year was 1100 pounds and just short of 12 feet. They deserve to remain on the strictly regulated catch and release program. They have earned the right to roam freely.
I had great plans the end of July to go after them again but I am afraid the recent back injury has determined not advisable. I may have to stick with the smaller catches instead.
Great to reflect on days gone past... lol... like I said they were the days I had hair. Last count I think I found more than three...
Hugs to all...
© Rolly A. Chabot
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