DH Beaver landing in Armstrong, Ontario.
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Some of the billion mosquito's that we encountered on the way there. |
The DH Beaver we flew in on. Mike and Dad are unloading some of
the gear. |
A look out on the lake in the early morning. The fog made for a
really neat picture. |
Dad must have had a premonition that we would need a really sharp
knife to make it through the week. |
Map of the Lake McKinley. |
It was a struggle to bring this whopper in but Mike was up to the
task. |
In order to redeem himself, Mike used the little one to catch a
bigger one. Nice fish. |
Dad, I think the walleye had sharper teeth. Look at the mean
suckers! |
One of the many lakes that we flew over to get to ours. |
One of the bigger fish that I caught. |
Just a little bit bigger than our white-tail deer in MI. |
Walleye out the wazoo! |
Mike carrying a motor to the other lake that we could portage to. |
The fish score at the end of the day.
Mike had the biggest.
Dad the most.
Chris with the first (although I cheated). |
Mike and dad playing cribbage. It is rumored that they will
signing-up for cribbage lesson in the future with Grand Master Chris. |
A really nice picture of Dad on the way out. |
One of dad's pike. Pretty decent size.
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Mike had a sisco stripped to the bone. A sisco is a bait fish
that is part of the herring family.
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A picture of the cabin that we stayed in.
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The biggest fish caught. 36 inches.
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Another picture from of the big one.
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This pike follow Mike's lure all the way back to the boat. As
Mike was lifting it out of the water, the pike struck. It
shattered Mike's rod into 4 pieces. The smallest isn't in the
picture.
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After a week in the wilderness, I was feeling a little lonely.
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Dad in the cabin after a grueling day of fishing.
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