The fishing set up there is minimalist. Tin-thin with outboard, no depth finder, no navonics, no rod holders (subbed a cinderblock). So I look at the charts find an area where there is a nice contour change into deep water, toss out the slide dive and wait. Not to long though! Before I knew it, A beauty 4lb laker is up to the boat. Alright! After visiting Georgian bay for thirty years, I pull out my first trout. So I reset the line and wait. Not quite knowing the underwater terrain, I think I've hit bottom when the cinderblock rod holder goes tumbling over -- but there's a nice tug at the end so I start to play a new personal best 9lb Steelie
All jazzed up from my catch, I head back to land to put in some family time and clean some fish. All the cousins couldn't believe it, so I became a charter captain. From 3 yr olds to fifteen years old, over the next few days I load up the youngsters and put them on some beautiful lake trout. (Even the big ones are pretty, nice orange tinge to the fins) 3 over 10 lbs, 1 @ 13 lbs, and the whopper 16lber my cousin reeled in -- his first fish ever!
What do you do with a boat load of fish? Head out to an island for a picnic!
And then, my fish tail.... Just after we caught the 16 lb laker, the rod bends over a drag is screaming. I gain nothing and the fish is fighting like a tornado. Then all is quite. When I bring up the line - lure is there - hook is not. That monster flattened/ broke the metal o ring conneting the treble hook the lure
Didn't know that was possible.
