When I was four or five my father took
me fishing. We lived in a fishing community, so he took me out in a
boat and we fished . . . . After a while he asked me how I liked
fishing? I replied “Dad to be serious, it's boring . . . .”. “Oh,
good, I'm not real fond of it either, but I thought I should at least
introduce you to it”, he replied. We never fished again. Like my
dad, I felt it was my fatherly duty to at least introduce my son to
fishing, so I took him out once – I don't think I succeeded in
turning him into an angler. . .
Fishing from the Ferry |
Years later my good friend Jim asked me
if I wanted to go fishing with him. Jim always asks me to do stuff
with him and I appreciate it, so I said I'd go. I discovered that
fishing was still boring. I didn't catch anything; didn't even get a
nibble. I am told it is not about catching fish, it's about being out
in a boat, being on a lake, being with nature, relaxing . . . . .
some sort of fishing zen, philosophy thing. I guess I just do not get
it . . .
Well, here in Kejick, fishing is big.
The lake is huge and complicated, and there are lots of fish, even
big fish. On the drive here we frequently saw fishing resorts and
lodges, so the fishing must be good. Derek threatened to take me
fishing and finally I agreed.
Someone was catching fish |
On the way into Kekick there is a deserted ferry that once was used to ferry workers machinery and materials to and from a mine. I thought it had been the ferry to Kejick Island, but Alisha tells me that when Kejick Bay became an island, the only way back and forth was by boat in the summer or snowmobile in winter and occasionally an ice road. the deserted ferry has become a convenient place to fish. It's a boat, and it is out in
the water, but you can walk onto it and easily get to deep enough
water to fish, so we went there one afternoon to fish. A couple of
people did catch fish but not me. I got bored and went to take photos
of and old boat washed up on the shore down the lake.
Determined to convert me, Derek
insisted we would have better luck at his favourite spot. Plus here
we would really be out in a boat. Fishing poles, life jackets, tackle
box, minnow bucket, net, gas can, we headed out. Under the causeway
bridge to a spot that “We were guaranteed to catch our limit in 20
minutes”.
A rare photo . . . me with fish |
Well, we were out for more than 20
minutes, but I can report that I actually did pull out four fish, and
a couple were good sized, but I threw three back and Derek promised
to cook our catch up so I can sample the Kejick Bay fish. And really, it almost wasn't boring.
I'd rather go take photos of this cool old boat |
Fishing . . . . it's a zen thing . . . . . |
My dad took us fishing, Art. I loved going fishing with him. Brook trout, smelt fishing off the boats in Morien Harbour. Isn’t it interesting how we all appreciate different things. BTW... I really appreciate your photos of old things...card, trucks, boats etc. I see someone took a pic of an “ old fella” holding a fish... wink, wink.
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