As a young man growing up in Thunder Bay, the pursuit of fish was an all encompassing passion. Brook trout were favoured, but steelhead and smallmouth bass were high on the list. My childhood fishing tools were pretty simple: short Fiberglas pole; Johnson closed face reel, and
As the days get longer, and the sun’s warmth melts away the snow, many anglers start thinking about open water. This is only natural, as there is something invigorating about standing in moving water drifting a fly after a long, dark winter. However, the last gasp of the
The northwestern Ontario ice fishing world I grew up in had no ice shacks. It’s fair to say there weren’t even ice fishing tents. If you went ice fishing, it was done out in the open and fully exposed to the elements. Which is why so many fishing lines were sunk within about
One of my most vivid winter childhood memories includes a pair of snowshoes. I’m not sure exactly how old I was, but I was old enough to be wearing snowshoes. My father and I were going ice fishing, and we were going by foot. This was the early 1970s, and snowmobiles were
Fairly recently, on a cold winter night, my wife was watching television as I tapped away on my laptop in the other room. “Come see this,” she said, and I did.
There, on the little screen, was a very young Brad Pitt, casting a reasonable loop of fly line. Soon he was fighting
As I tap out this column, on the first day of January 2014, it is -33 Celsius in Thunder Bay. The wind chill is in the area of -46 C. For my American friends, -40 C and -40 F are the same thing. In other words, extremely stinking cold.
It’s been that kind of