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!
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! ✍️