I can't spell it. It was a river that ran into a lake that meant axe in Ojbibwe. It was about 25 miles from a fishing camp on the English River in Ontario. We were up there fishing for pike, walleye and muskie on the English.
I happened to mention to the guy that owned camp, one night, that I would sure like to catch some smallmouth. he said I should be ready at six the next morning. We went to this stream and gfished out of a big, freighter canoe with about a 5 hp, Scott Atwater kicker on theback. He paddled.
I caught a fish on the first cast. It would weigh about 2.5 pounds. Then I caught 19 more just like her in 19 straight casts. Robert told me to wait till we got to the good water.
I was casting a black, 1/8 ounce, bear hair jig with chartreusse stripes and a U-2 purple trailer. When I looked, so was Robert. When we got to the good water ??? the weights of the fish went up to 3-4 pounds. Every cast. Every dang cast.
We kept three smaller ones for shore lunch and by noon, I could scarcely lift my arm.
Yes, I have a few pictures. I'll see if I can find them.
I happened to mention to the guy that owned camp, one night, that I would sure like to catch some smallmouth. he said I should be ready at six the next morning. We went to this stream and gfished out of a big, freighter canoe with about a 5 hp, Scott Atwater kicker on theback. He paddled.
I caught a fish on the first cast. It would weigh about 2.5 pounds. Then I caught 19 more just like her in 19 straight casts. Robert told me to wait till we got to the good water.
I was casting a black, 1/8 ounce, bear hair jig with chartreusse stripes and a U-2 purple trailer. When I looked, so was Robert. When we got to the good water ??? the weights of the fish went up to 3-4 pounds. Every cast. Every dang cast.
We kept three smaller ones for shore lunch and by noon, I could scarcely lift my arm.
Yes, I have a few pictures. I'll see if I can find them.