Today our bodies are recovering from yesterday's extremely successful day of fishing on Little Wabasis Lake. When all is said and done, we were out on the canoe for about 5+ hours STRAIGHT and easily caught over 50 fish, coming to shore only when it was getting too dark to see anymore. The boys did a fantastic job of casting their lines and landing their fish and had an absolute blast. They were also amazingly able to remain still enough for the duration of the voyage to not tip us over. I still marvel at that feat!
Michael will happily boast about catching the most fish while, Mike takes the cake for biggest, landing 2 big bass and a pike among his catch. Both boys caught ridiculously huge sunfish that we brought home for a midnight (literally) fish fry. We even managed to get three fish on three lines at one time at least twice! Quite exciting in our little world of fishing! And for those that care for further details, our catch included a perch, a pike, bass (can't remember if they were large or small mouth), sunfish, crappie, and blue gills...I think that is everything?
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bassThe real excitement was possibly when the canoe almost flew off the top of my car when one of the connector things that the boat was tied down to broke on the car. Quite exciting when you are sailing down a two lane road at night going 50 mph. Or not. Fortunately we were able to MacGyver a solution to tie down the boat another way and made it home in one piece.
We all went to bed waaaay too late yesterday, or early this morning... after cleaning and feasting on our catch. Debating if we will catch and release or go through the hassle of bringing the fish home to clean next time...quite the smelly, not to mention gross, production.
And further proving that I am not as young I used to be, this morning I woke up feeling horribly hungover, and unless it was a delayed reaction from my wine indulgence on Saturday night, I think my body is trying to send me a message.A few more pictures....
By request: Erickson's ode to the swans version #1 and 2...
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You left out the clouds of mosquitoes awaiting us at the boat launch. And Erick's rendition of "Bite Your Booty (Mr. Swan)".
I'm a lucky man who has a hot wife who can bait a hook and two tough boys who can tolerate a long outing that would wear out experienced fishermen.
Now that we did it, let's wait awhile before doing it again. I have shards of bluegill fin stuck in my hand. My legs are just about shot from all that sitting.
I bet you said bad words when your canoe almost flew off the roof of the car. Did you say "Foof!" or "Bull Roar!"?
You guys are super cool outdoorsy! I would have jumped ship WAY before 5 hours ticked off the clock.
Honestly, I might have cried. Did you have food and/or booze on the boat?
I think the shards of bluegill/midnight fish fry are the exact reason that catch and release was invented in the first place!
Great Blog, Aunt Rochelle.
Truth be told, I think that the naughty words were used more when a big fish accidentally got off the line than when the canoe decided to take a trip. OK, maybe there was an equal display of profanity. And "oh, foof" while definitely a favorite, was replaced with the more effective and popular F-bomb. Always a crowd pleaser.
Michelle, you are a quite a woman! I would have been more than pleased to send them along for a boys day out, but you jump right in.
Once again, you put most of us to shame:)
I once got attacked by one of those swans out there. Knocked me off of a jet ski and it wouldn't let me get back on until a family in a boat came along a rescued me. Down with the swans.
Sorry, I was on Wabasis Lake and not Little Wabasis. My opinion of the swans however remains the same.
Poor Uncle Claude! That sounds very traumatic!! I bet it was funny to watch from shore though. Good thing you had your life vest on or it could have been a front page news!
Note to Michelle: Keep the boys away from those birds!
Such a sad story Uncle Hot Sauce. That would be a great example for why swans have a bad reputation. The swans that we saw most definitely could kick my bahookey (as the boys like to call it.)
I am happy you were saved and we didn't have to read yet another, DEATH BY SWAN headline.
I do appreciate the outpouring of sympathy for the swan incident, but also beware of the geese. Applejack and I were repeatedly confronted by angry mother gooses while on a kayak trip. Luckily, we were armed with paddles.
Tell the class about the nasty chipmunks of Chicagoland, sissyman.
It's not the chipmunks, it's the squirrels big boy. They sit on the tree branches over the sidewalk and snarl their little rat-like teeth and make these little barking screams as you walk underneath. I suppose eating a city squirrel would be like eating a carp instead of a rainbow trout, but I'd sure like to be able to shoot them.
Hey, Uncle Mike, why don't you tell the audience about your run in with the mouse behind Dick's bar?
A brilliant example of my sister in action... wait for one of my friends to show up, then expose a story about me designed to turn me into the very thing I'm accusing someone else of. That's sisterly love.
And it wasn't a mouse, it was a mouse trap. And I was 6, not 36. Claude seems to be afraid of all types of wildlife. Let's not stop ripping on him until we've explored this further.
I think I have to give both of you boys some MANLY props for the ability to live in a house that had both a lady bug AND yellow jacket infestation. Although it was nicely furnished, so perhaps that was the sticking power...
I'm all for continuing to make Claude the butt of the joke. But, I thought the conversation had switched from water fowl to rodents...sorry.
How's Claude with flamingos or, worse yet, penguins? They're pretty menacing birds.
For the record, you were afraid of your shadow at age 6. I feel it is my duty to remind you (and your friends, if they are in the room)of your gentler side. Your boys should know you weren't always so tough.
How is Mike with alarm clocks?
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