Travelling is great, especially when you get a chance to experience the majesty and greatness of a country like Canada. This was exactly how we felt during our recent trip to Alberta. Alberta is a beautiful place. Very different from Ontario. However, part way through the trip I started feeling like something was missing. This feeling got progressively worse as the trip neared its end and after a few days I realized what the issue was. It was early July and I had only been fishing bass once. My fingers weren’t sore from lipping too many bass. I wasn’t sporting a racoon tan from endless hours pounding the slop with minimal sunscreen. It was as if my body was rejecting this cushy non hardcore existence.
Thankfully Im happy to report the withdrawal symptoms are over as I made it out yesterday to the back lakes here in Ontario. Loughborough Lake to be specific. I even managed to time my inaugural trip back on the water to coincide with the Friday before a long weekend! Just before things turn into a zoo on the lake.
Thankfully the bass gods recognized the sorry, bassless state I was in and decided to play ball. We hooked into a large number of fish, many of which were 3 + lbs with a few pushing 5. Even managed to hook a decent size smallmouth on the eastern portion of the lake, which If you know the lake, isn’t exactly an everyday occurrence. Didn’t get a whole lot of pictures, which can attest to the quality of fishing we had, but here is a shot of one of the average sized largies we hauled in.
It was a great day on the water and my hunger for bass fishing has been sated, at least until this afternoon.
Cheers form the lake,