|My one salmon weighing in against three of Jab's nice lakers for the day, the largest weighed in over 5 pounds.|
This particular photo was from Hardwood Island where the fishing wasn't particularly fast via tip up, but Jab discovered the power of jigging a Swedish Pimple. He was striking so many lake trout that he threatened to punch me if I even suggested he hand my rod over. Finally he needed to eat and the scent of a wood fired steak forced him to submit. It would be at this point I ran fast, grabbed the rod, and managed to jig up of all things a landlocked salmon. Shortly thereafter, I received a short list of cursory words and idle threats to life and limb.
Just before pick up, he asked for a photo in order to 1) make me look bad and 2) share with friends and family. I'll say that on that day, Jab was the man.
From my best recollection, the time was February back in 2004 at West Grand Lake. This three night-four day fishing extravaganza included seven people all staying at the Canalside Cabins in Grand Lake Stream: Jab, Tim, Uncle Dennis, Scott, Donnie, and myself.
|Salmon action at the Sisters|
Some highlights of the trip were Jab's trailer roll over, my sliced boot by avenue of Jiffy Ice Auger, Donnie's hot dog cookout with some friends who helped him get out of a pressure ridge, my new Yamaha Big Bear, and Jab's jigging, hook shaking, arm dropping, tail grabbing seven pound lake trout out of the icy hole. The memories certainly have returned, and I credit the photo that Jab opted to put on the social big book.
|Donnie's Dyer Point whitefish|
|Tim's nice Dyer Point laker|
|One through the ice|
Surrounding the timing of this trip were some monumental factors: our first baby Lauren Marie was expected in May, I had just built a new lobster boat, Jab had a major surgery just weeks before and was also engaged, and the Red Sox had yet to win the world series. Looking back on this trip certainly makes me think back on the adventures we shared, and the new ones we intend to forge under different circumstances.
Have a great day,
The Downeast Duck Hunter