Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Fall Weekend in the Whiteshell Part 2

My wife had not landed a fish yet, I had mentioned maybe she should downsize her presentation, but she refused. She changed over to her go to bait that has done her well on multiple species and bodies of water and it was not long before she got her first bite. Hook set and the fight was on, line peeled off her reel and she tightened the drag, this was clearly bigger than what I had been catching and I think I was more excited than her. In my mind I had serious doubts she would land it as she was using a setup more appropriate for a small trout stream than a lake, but with the help of a good angler that rod and line had landed fish that it should not have before.

The water being as clear as it was, we were able to see the fish many times making the fight even more exciting as it would run to a sunken tree or head to a rock pile. After a few more runs and lots of thrashing we finally netted my wife's very first brook trout, it measured out at 19 and 1/4 inches, we snapped a few photos and quickly released it to fight another day. The smile on her face says it all, she had cracked a code that we would soon see would pay off and produce all weekend, clear sky or cloudy.

After that fish we changed over to stronger rods and line, the action had slowed since the fight had ran all over the area we were fishing.  We caught a few more small trout and decided to break for lunch.  A quick snack and we were right back to the spot that had produced for us earlier, still cloudy and a little cool but steady action of small rainbows and brooks.  A lot of our hits were coming out of a very specific casting area, I began casting small spoons and cranks missing a strike or two and then it happened.

To fast to comprehend my wife's bobber went under and she reeled in the slack and set the hook.  Instantly the bobber headed out towards the middle of the lake, the sound of line peeling and the wake of a wave the little bobber and fish beneath it made got my heart pounding. She tightened the drag and reeled as best she could but it just kept going, at least 200 hundred feet of ten pound line had been taken and the end of the spool was in sight. Before one of us could react with a last ditch effort to grab the line it snapped off the reel and the beast was gone. Silence ... I could feel my wife's heart break, I have been spooled a few times in the past, typically in rivers where the "what was it factor?" is huge. Carp, drum, catfish, sturgeon and pike are just a few of the options.  This lake was a trout lake, no pike, no carp etc, she had just been played by one beast of a trout, a fish of a life time trout. Maybe more experienced anglers would have had a better chance, but really I don't know.

We kept fishing until it was time for supper, I knew on the drive back to the cabin that after we ate it was in our best interests to go back for the hour before dark. A quick drive back and that call payed off with a few small trout caught and released and my wife landing a personal best 17.75 inch rainbow trout that put up an awesome fight. With the sun down and plenty of fish landed and lost we headed back to the cabin for a hot tub and a few drinks.


  1. May I ask, does this lake start with a 'L'? Those are beautiful splake. Brookies have blue halos around some of the dots (3rd pic). The splake have a slightly forked tail, and the markings on the top of their backs will appear to be vermiculations rather than dots. (1st and 2nd pics).

    Love the blog. Think I might head out this Saturday for a bit. Great job to your wife!

  2. You can add another species to your list. ;)

  3. sorry the vermiculations are slightly less than a brook trout. A lake trout has dots. But yeah those are splake.