To be continued....

So I was to continue my lake trout fishing story last week but I got way too busy.  For those of you that don't know, last week I drove down to Arkansas and picked up my boat.  This weekend was crazy and so here I am now on Monday evening (just in from fishing) going to write some more.

Saturday Todd, Theo, Earl, and I  all decided to go to the portage lake named Mister Lake.  Of course, I end up with Rusty and Todd in my boat.  I don't mind Todd so much, but if Rusty has me troll anymore I am going to pull my hair out.  Todd and I both end up landing some real nice lakers on Lucky Craft jerk-baits and Mepps spinners.  Rusty then decided we should troll for a while and I was able to catch three  more.  After a long morning on the water we decided to troll over to the bay where Theo and Earl were fishing and see how their adventures were going.  To our delight they were catching lots of fish.  They had found a pretty good pattern that morning.  Their pattern was to fish the shore line were the sun was hitting the rocks with the most direct sunlight.  The sun was warming the shallow water and therefore the bait fish were all moving up.  As the bait moved up, so did the lakers.  These guys were doing something that I had asked Rusty all day to do.  But Rusty insisted that we would catch more trolling.  Needless to say, he was wrong.  Theo and Earl were wearing the paint off their lures they had been catching so many fish.  Most of their fish were caught in less than 25 feet of water and some as shallow as 5 or 6 feet.  Theo was throwing a white X-Rap jerk-bait (until it broke) and Earl's choice was a chrome colored Rat-L-Trap.

Now comes the funny part of the story.  While we sat and enjoyed Theo and Earl's stories of horsing in all these trout, our fantastic guide Rusty actually had his first fish of the day on.  Yeah, he had fished for over four hours with nothing.  As Rusty tried to get this fish out from under the front of the boat, I bent down and told him to, "Hang on, I'll get it."  I bent over the bow of the boat to act like I was going to help fish his line out from under the boat, but instead I bit it!  So now his ever so tight rod and line that was jumping about was slack and he looked stunned.  Oh wait, he was for a sec, until he realized what I had done.  Rusty in turn had to retaliate.  What does this ninkumpoop do, you ask?  He threw my and Todd's fishing poles over the side of the boat.  Thank god he didn't let go of them.  It was quite funny - at Rusty's expense, of course.  

So with the day winding down our boat was headed for camp for our afternoon nap.  I couldn't go with out my nap in Canada.  I think somebody on this trip told me it's the air in Canada that makes you feel like you could nap all the time.  I was starting to believe them by this point in our trip.  Neither Todd nor I  could go more than about 6 hours with out a nap. 

(Theo, you weren't far behind us so don't act like you have been forgotten.) 

Saturday was our last day in camp to fish.  We made the most of our three days on the water at Camp Manitou and look forward to doing it again.  Sunday morning we were up early and heading for the landing and then homebound.  In closing, I would like to say a few things to all the guys on this trip.  Thank you very much for making this a possible opportunity, thank you for making it memorable, and last but not least thank you to all that helped make this trip a complete success.  I couldn't ask for better friends in life.  I miss all of you guys, you're the best!  Until next time Fish On!  Stay tuned for many more stories to come.     

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[Joni (yes it's me)]

Beautiful pictures Matt. I'm sure it was breath taking to be there. I would have been taking many naps too. :) ...it's like a dream in itself.