Returning To The Bush

Posted on August 31, 2023August 31, 2023 by Greg Washburn

It’s a very rainy morning here at Camp Edith some 19 days since we left for our fishing trip.It took me a few days to get back to normal here most certainly. I was super tired and struggled to get adjusted to my home schedule again.Not that I have a tightly regimented schedule or anything. But with Zane due to start college on August 22nd there were plenty of post trip details.Getting a blog post out can often be challenging if my focus is askew. But as I revisit and review the photos I took on the trip the recent memories flood back. They play like a movie of sorts. And the words show themselves and beg to be written in detail.

The morning of the trip came early but I had packed almost all of the truck the night before with the exception of the cooler. We were to meet our group of 6 at my friend Lawrence’s house around 5am. As a sleepy Zane and I drove there in the dark I remained ever vigil for deer! We saw several along the road but avoided any encounters fortunately. Everyone was on time and the two trucks we were taking were quickly loaded with our gear. After a quick stop for gas we prepared to clear Canadian customs. It proved quick and uneventful as there were few travelers out that early. Myself,Zane,friend Greg, and driver Lawrence were comfortable in his large Chevy truck as we headed up the 416 towards Ottawa. Greg’s friend Mike and his son Tyler followed closely behind and we initiated a 2-way radio check with them. Traffic was brisk but fairly light until we got close to the city. We picked up highway 17 eventually as it was our direct route to Mattawa. We traveled it for several hours stopping only for a quick Tim Hortons breakfast break. The day was cloudy and dark clouds covered the horizon. It was hard to say what we would encounter in Quebec despite the weather reports. Our conversations ranged from wondering what we had forgotten to Greg telling old jokes. As Greg,Lawrence,and myself were all former coworkers many memories were shared as well. We talked about other workers we knew and played catch up with miscellaneous gossip. The trip sped by and in Mattawa we picked up highway 533. A shortcut to the Temiscaming region of Quebec. We were getting there!

We entered Quebec after crossing a dam on the Ottawa River next to the huge lumber complex In Temiscaming. Soon after we stopped in Chemin Kipawa to get fishing licenses,worms, and leeches at the Pronature store. We also topped off on gas as it was our final chance before we would hit the dirt roads that awaited us.Once on the lake there would be no opportunity to purchase anything.

At the gas station I went in to grab some items for the week long trip. As I was checking out the young lady at the cash register kept staring at me and looking at my MOONTABS tshirt. “I remember you” she said. “I recognized your shirt.I waited on you last year at the restaurant but I work here now”. I remembered her then and remarked that her boyfriend worked at the lumber mill/paper mill. It’s a small world in Temiscaming it seems! And according to Lawrence who spoke with her after I checked out she has read the blog! Good to know that I have one Canadian follower!

So stocked up with everything else we couldn’t bring across the border we headed out and soon reached the road that would take us to the outfitter’s landing. A distance of some 70 plus miles I believe. We soon left the pavement behind and cell phone service as well. The dirt road we traveled was wide and quite well graded but at kilometer 38 we turned left onto a decent but narrower road. The outfitter had placed a brand new sign there announcing our turn. Much different then 2022 when we made a critical error and continued down the road. We were lost for hours that day but that’s already been written! This time we had better directions! As we traveled the road continued to narrow and get rougher. We stopped at a huge wooden bridge for a short break and after that our progress continued to slow. Eventually we were only averaging about 20 miles an hour along its bumpy surface. A beaver dam had flooded a section of the road in one spot. We crept through in 4wd and continued on. Several times we had to get out and trim limbs from the road. I had brought a set of trimmers along after last year’s adventures. So in late afternoon we arrived at the landing. Eric greeted us and we began loading our 3 boats. No time to waste! Eric mentioned putting us in Cabin 5 where we had stayed last year but I mentioned that we had reserved the much larger Cabin 6 given our bigger group. So he said no problem! I knew where we were headed but Eric gave us an escort up through a narrow shortcut section of the lake that I told him I was unfamiliar with navigating. There are almost no shoal markers on the lake and I cringed as we sped past some rocky outcroppings. I say sped but in our heavily loaded boats equipped with 15 hp Yamaha motors we don’t go real fast! In fact Zane and I had to stop so the other boats could catch up!It was on in earnest!

Loaded and headed to camp as the evening sky clears!

The lake was fairly calm which was good given our heavy loads. I was excited to be back as the familiar scenery of the lake continued to show itself. This large lake was no longer entirely new to us as it had been in 2022. I knew exactly where to try fishing! But we needed to set up camp first! We were going to be cutting it close for the evening walleye fish! We soon reached the sandy beach in front of Cabin 6. The icehouse is very close to it so that was another reason we had rented it.

We unloaded quickly upon our arrival and began setting up the cabin. It was decided that Zane and I would bunk in the large upstairs as the others didn’t want to deal with the stairs. There were two bedrooms down stairs with enough bunks for the remaining crew. Everyone was busy getting settled into their spaces for a time. I grabbed my fishing things then began to get our poles and gear set up in the now empty boat. Our fish finder wasn’t working however but I wasn’t too concerned just then. It was time to sort bait! The refrigerator held our things nicely including the numerous worms we had purchased. I had a full pound of leeches so I separated some into a small container for the evening fish. We also packed a bunch of worms. People continued to arrange their gear and all the extra beverages were placed within the cool confines of the icehouse. Ice was broken up for our smaller boat coolers

We were ready to go and as we were having a fishing competition everyone needed to leave together. 6 categories at $5 equals $30/person. Up for grabs was the first walleye caught. A category I won in 2022. I was hoping to repeat that again! Our destination was a jutting point off of an island that we had named Raspberry Point in 2022. It’s sandy bottom is virtually snag free and the proper depths made it a wonderful evening destination. Mornings were good at Raspberry Point also so it was a no brainer for the first evening fish. We all wanted a fish fry for dinner!

It was a lovely evening and very calm as we all anchored in various spots at Raspberry Point. 3 boats with two fisherman each works well. I chose a spot about 22 feet deep near a drop off. Although we all got fishing about the same time it was Lawrence who caught the first walleye not us! I was happy for him though and given the fact that he almost didn’t come with us it was a good thing! Our evening fish went well with Zane catching 10 walleye to my 8. 5 were keepers and the rest were throwbacks. 14” defines a keeper and given it was our first night all keepers were put on the stringer. Later in the trip 14” walleye were always thrown back unless detrimentally injured. Greg and Lawrence did well bringing in 15 walleye total. They kept 7 keepers. Mike and Tyler were not having luck though. As darkness overtook us and the sun continued to set into darkness we had 12 keepers to bring back to camp. Our leeches had performed well as I had hoped and our first fish fry was secure! It felt incredible to be back and successful to boot!And to think it was only just beginning! I was so enjoying my time with Zane as he excitedly hooked each walleye!

We all headed back and I took on the business of cleaning fish on the screen porch while the others prepared to cook dinner. The Honda generator would power the fish fryer and Greg would man that. We would eat our signature bush cabin meal: walleye,beans,and potatoes. The lighting was horrible and the gas lights of the cabin seemed dim. I regretted not bringing my LED work light as I cleaned fish while Zane held a flashlight. The beers flowed as the crew enjoyed an extended happy hour as dinner cooked. We had neighbors across the bay in Cabin 2 and we could hear their music thumping like a nightclub. As Greg turned on the fish fryer my tiny Honda roared into full throttle! I screamed “Honda” into the dark as is our custom. It’s a long story that I must share sometime and we hadn’t enjoyed our foolish custom since 2016. The generator would idle down between fish batches and each time it throttled up we would scream “Honda” while laughing like giddy children! Our neighbors found it amusing and soon began screaming it also! But that is the nature of bush camp living. Wild and free in an unencumbered moment in time.As the last of the days light turned to complete and utter darkness we settled down at the table where we ate heartily of fresh walleye fillets. Magnificent!After our long day bedtime came shortly after as the tired crew began to wind down. It had been an eventful day! Safely traveled,settled,and with a trip now about to continue in earnest. There’s nothing quite like that first night at camp. A new bed to settle into after a long day. My bed faced the lake and the last thing I remember hearing was the gentle lap of tiny waves upon the sandy shore.

So it began and this is the second story of this year’s fishing trip! I can not honestly say how many stories I will write at the moment. These types of battery charging adventures renew my inner spirit energy and inspire in a manner that approaches a place where words fail to do justice. But I must try to bring you there with me for the ride. Patience may bring forth that I seek to share. It may take time but that I have that once the MOONTABS are secured within my thoughts. Remember the truths here as told in these bush series. There is a Cabin 6 on a Quebec lake called Dumoine. There is also a Cabin 5 there where we once battled wits with the tiny mouse Mr Jangles. This story is far from over! ✍️

The Ghost In The Machine

Posted on August 31, 2023August 31, 2023 by Greg Washburn

I am very frustrated at the moment as my second post for the Canadian bush series of 2023 stubbornly persists in refusing to upload despite my best efforts to launch it into cyberspace! So while you wait I decided to try a mini post as an attempt to unravel the problem. Unravel is a fine choice for a descriptive word as I myself am becoming unraveled! Unhinged is another great word to describe my frustration! It’s like there’s a “ghost in my machine” a reference to an 80’s Police album that had some neat cover art as we entered the digital age in earnest.

I have a call into the blog’s administrator for technical assistance and hope to hear from him shortly. On a side note I offer you this consideration:If you only could see some of the comments I receive on a weekly basis! Obscene best describes some of them! Others are probably hackers hard at work storming the walls of cybersecurity. Some are advertising firms wanting their products brought into the site.My trash bin truck hauls loads of trash to some cyberspace incinerator where they cease to exist!

This is turning into some sort of new adventure! A test for my spirit energy! It’s driving me a little crazy and it’s time to have some coffee with maple syrup! What you don’t realize is that I am testing categories and tags in those past 3 sentences! We will fix this problem and get back to the stories soon! So please come back soon and watch for the blog post: Returning To The Bush. Until then MOONTABS!

Prepping For:The Return To the Bush

Posted on August 22, 2023August 22, 2023 by Greg Washburn

Time passed quickly. One moment it seemed our Summer 2023 bush adventure was so very far away. But little by little it drew closer. Months became weeks that became days. We started planning much earlier this year. 10 people had expressed interest in going with our party as we had a large cabin rented. One by one they dropped away until a mere 7 remained. Our friend Gregger held at a meeting at his camp to finalize plans two weeks ahead of our trip. 6 attended and shortly after another person dropped from the trip. We were to be a group of 6 in the end. It would take 2 trucks to get us to the outfitter’s landing. Our destination was approximately 375 miles away in western Quebec. The same location as last year so that took some of the travel unknowns out of the equation. Not to mention it helped immensely knowing what we should bring and what not to bring. I started packing early on to avoid the hasty method I had used in 2022. Our pile of gear began to grow in size next to the wood stove at Camp Edith.

I wanted to bring along some extra gear this year that would enhance the visual aspect of our trip. I rigged up a Gro Pro style mini camera on my old hard hat for hands free video recording. I also purchased a small drone that would work in the absence of cell phone service. I purchased Best Buy Total Protection insurance for it as well. Just in case of an accident. My biggest decision came down to renting a satellite phone. We had decided that it was a good idea to have one. I ended up purchasing one after getting a price for renting one. A no brainer considering the promotional offer I took advantage of with a long term strategy in mind. The satellite phone arrived over a week before our trip and I got familiar with its basic operations. Tested it a few times as well. It’s supposed to work just about anywhere in the world. We would soon see!

Iridium Satellite phone with accessories in a waterproof case.

Another situation that had to be addressed was learning to pilot the drone. Zane has one that he seldom uses but I wanted my own. We test fly both drones one windy Saturday over my Uncles meadows where the hay had been cut already. Losing them is always a possibility and my insurance doesn’t cover that! We had a great time despite the wind almost taking off with Zane’s! Mine uses my phone for its main screen. A feature that would come in handy in the bush. I got pretty comfortable with it rather quickly but like to fly with a line of sight method. Not desirable when I begin to fly to upper elevations. It’s going to take some practice! Flight times would vary and drone batteries draw down after around 30 minutes of flight. During the trip they would need to be charged which was no problem as we had already planned to bring our 2200 watt Honda inverter generator. Battery charging for our phones had been a problem in 2022. We would have no cell service but we all use our phones as cameras. Charging becomes necessary.I put together a special suitcase just for cables and electronic gadgets. Extra batteries, operating instructions, and a surge protector power strip were part of its contents.The drones as well. This trip was getting expensive fast!

Testing mine at the farm. Also a Snaptain product.

Next on the list was the fishing equipment. I purchased jigs, bait floats, sinkers, and small hooks. I strung 2 new Pfleuger reels with Spectra Power Pro braided line. Unbelievably strong and rather invisible. Moss green 15 pound test is my favorite. It will rarely break and has little to no stretch. Perfect for walleye fishing! I also bought 2 new rods for us. 5 of them would be broken down and stored in a plastic rod sleeve I bought years ago for a fly in bush trip. Worth every penny for the protection it gives. A 6th pole would have to travel full length. We travel with an abundance of gear. 6 reels in a padded case and 6 poles just for us. Breaking down on a one week long trip is no good so we bring plenty of fully functioning backup. I streamlined my 4 bait trays to fit into a soft sided carry holder. Grippers, hook outs, mouth spreaders, and scissors were stored there as well. Keeping the fish uninjured and released quickly is part of our mindset. Having the proper tools enables us to do just that. But we certainly don’t release all of them! Some get eaten! We also use a rubber net. Things don’t tangle like they do with a mesh net. Our old Hummingbird fish finder was also packed. I didn’t take the time to test it prior to going on the trip. Something I would later regret! I restocked our jig assortment with a variety that was mostly blue. Blue had proven to be the hot color in 2022 on our lake.

Of course there’s a lot of other things that need to be packed for a bush trip! Clothes,rain gear, life vests,and basic toiletries. I pack a rather extensive medical/first aid bag. I even brought a 2 piece Epipen unit due to the possibility of allergic reactions that I have been getting on occasion. We would be living in a very remote location and safety is important to me. Not just my own and Zane’s but everyone. The pile of gear kept growing and we hadn’t even gotten to food yet! Food goes into a plastic tote for ease of transport. Mostly non-perishable items and canned goods. We take a small cooler for milk,eggs, and hotdogs. You never know when you might not catch fish! It been known to happen! Lac Echoani in 2016. Two days with no fish fry! So what did I forget? The sleeping bags and pillows into a tote? Check! Small cooler for bait? Check! The team record book and pen from last year? Check! Things were adding up! Little by little I gathered up everything. I even remembered my 2way radios for the 2 trucks to communicate once we lost cell phone service in Quebec. And never, never forget the Canadian cash to pay the outfitter! The exchange rate was over 25% just before we left. Passports? Check! The amount of preparation time this year amazed me! But I wanted everything to flow without any glitches!

So that’s how it all began well before our trip even started. Preparation pays off in the long run. We were all pretty excited for our week away! A chance to change our routines and break free from the valley here. A destination that would renew our spirit energy. Reunite old friends and bring in a couple new ones. A place where I would bond with my son each and every day. Life would soon be changing for him as he would be starting college soon after our trip. Out there in the bush country of the ZEC adventure awaited us. Weather the unknown variable but planned for regardless with a nonchalant attitude. Memories would be made. Our inner batteries would be recharged by tugging walleyes trying our sunken bait. Life would be very different as we synchronized to the schedules of feeding walleyes. To experience it is to truly live for the lovers of wild country. A chance to live free of the schedules of a man made society. In the bush life marches to the sound of a different drum. Oh Btw! I almost forgot the Keurig coffee maker and pods! When you travel with a generator such luxuries are possible. So check! Didn’t forget a good supply of maple syrup! Double check! There’s still a whole lot of tales to tell here! ✍️

Revenir En Arriere Aujourd Hui

Posted on August 11, 2023December 15, 2023 by Greg Washburn

Time has gone by quickly as I so often write about on this page. Today is a special day as it is the day we return to the bush country of Quebec,Canada! We will travel for some 7 hours total. The final 2 hours of that journey on unpaved and rather bumpy gravel roads before we reach the outfitter’s beach landing. No getting lost like last year! I have taken great pains to pack carefully. We return to Lac Dumoine. A homecoming to a place that was new to us once. Much of it still is new to us. We have not explored its many bays and extensive shorelines! The grand adventures begins!

I once read that these lives of ours are a game of sorts. Not one to win but rather to play with all the goodness within us.For me there is often no one clear and certain path.The game is played wherever I chose to plant my feet.My destiny is all encompassed under endless skies.Stretching out to all horizons far and near.Above,below,and upon this earth. Always searching and forever adrift. My energy fueled by the inner spirit can’t be harnessed or tamed. On a journey of knowledge and seeking a greater understanding of life itself. For my heart beats fast for my lovely mistress Mother Nature with enduring passion and the most purest love. She beckons me to come see what’s on the other side of the next hill. Forever wild and free at heart. Age will not defy me.Until some fateful day when my mistress calls me home to her. To clasp me in a gentle final embrace. It is and will always be enough.

So here we go! Packed and ready at 3:30 am. Just finished my maple syrup infused coffee. Tonight we will sleep far from here. Travel and adventures waiting for us! Good friends along for a reunion of sorts. My son as well. I must seek out my tiny friend Mr. Jangles. Offer terms of peace with a truce. A new day begins!

Moving And Shaking!

Posted on August 7, 2023August 7, 2023 by Greg Washburn

Today is a special day! Day 48 of summer. Counting forward there are 48 more days of summer before the first day of fall! Time to really take any summer activities we want to enjoy seriously! We’ve spent a lot of time working at the farm as July has turned into August. The rail system that now supports the farm cabin Little Red was completed shortly after my last post. I nervously began planning the move of the building which we have been calling the Warming Shack for the past several years. I designed a hitch system for the move planning on using my tractor. It was an epic fail despite the fact that my tractor hydraulics could lift the building slightly. I didn’t even try to drag it! It was time for plan B!

Plan B was simple. We would use two tractors for a tandem hitch and drag. The real problem I predicted was how we would get the building onto the rails. But I kicked that can down the road. Our friend Gregger showed up the next day wanting to witness the move. He spotted my neighbor’s big John Deere backhoe and asked why we weren’t using it for moving the building. I explained that we could if I could get it started. Great idea! I parked my little 40hp New Holland 4wd next to it and realized just how right he was to suggest it! My tractor looked like a toy almost next to that behemoth! It’s loader even had chain hooks welded to it. It’s hydraulic cylinders that control the bucket are huge when compared to my tractor. I knew I had seriously underestimated the weight of the building from the start. Would my rail system even hold it? It was time for plan C as the old backhoe roared to life with a cloud of belched diesel exhaust.

We rigged two grade 70 road chains under the 6”x8” skids that support the cabin. I through bolted the chain to them after drilling them out. We were ready to roll! I lifted the heavy cabin easily with the backhoe’s loader. We were forced to stop work as yet another thunderstorm soaked the already soggy ground even more. Lightning flashes were getting too close for comfort! After the rain subsided I hopped on the backhoe and tried to back up with the elevated building. I moved a short distance but soon got to spinning on the wet ground. No problem I decided! I hitched my 4wd tractor to the backhoe for a tandem pull. Zane tried his best but all we both could do was spin. All was lost until the ground dried out I feared. Or was it? Gregger suggested curling the bucket of the backhoe while sitting stationary. It worked and I was able to drag the building a short distance. Little by little we inched the building forward and finally with both tractors spinning with screaming engines we picked up steady momentum and gained some speed. Once we had it moving it pulled easily.

Ripping and tearing! Down for a moment to reassess.

All was well until we reached the turn by the big barn. We took my tractor off the pull and reversed the backhoe. It easily pulled the building by itself on the firmer gravel of the driveway and the redistribution on weight to its back tires. I took it up onto the road and tried to get lined up with my marker stakes that I had set in place to align the building’s skids with my rails. I was able to get it close and decided to quit for the day while we were ahead. I was shot from all the nervous activity.

The next day I successfully managed to get the building onto my rail system using pipe rollers and the backhoe. I got it lined up and into its final resting place by the end of the day! Mission accomplished! The rail system was a success! The building was level and no further work was needed on the foundation. I anchored it down onto the rails and that was that!

The pipe rollers make short work of the task.

Everything had lined up perfect for the electrical conduit to be attached to the building. After a few hours of work the building had a functioning outlet to power the project. Now came a labor intensive part of the renovation.Repairing and packing out the porch. Putting down a subfloor and shortening the timber frame posts that were weather damaged. My cousin Gerry and Zane helped me with that and progress was made. The weather was conducive to productive work so that was nice. I started the curtain walls next with Zane’s help. They will surround the timber frame former facade that will now become an inner feature of the camp. Protected from the weather they will showcase the antique bar wood theme I am planning. That’s pretty much where we are at right now.

There’s a lot of other things going on while we work part time to advance the cabin. But moving the Warming Shack cabin was a milestone. Worthy of a blog post most certainly. I am so glad our good friend was there that day to help us with the move. Our years of construction have taught us many things. Rigging and moving heavy objects just a small part of that. There’s lots of work yet to do before the the building becomes Little Red. In the shadow of the monster barn we call Big Red it will become an integral part of our farm property experience. Working together on it is beneficial for Zane and I. As for what else we have going on it will show itself shortly. And btw! That woodshed we saved and moved? It’s going to be the new Warming Shack I decided! Little Red will be too nice for muddy maple syrup worker to mill around in!✍️