Wednesday, July 02, 2008  McIntyre Lake –Sarah Lake

Cloudy windy and cool, it would reach no more than maybe a high of 60 for today. This time last year it was in the 90s, I guess this is better. Again with the unseasonable NW winds, only now, it would be to our favor.

McIntyre Lake is a slightly big lake a big lake to be out on a day like today, but the wind was mostly to our backs, so we thought we would do some trolling for Lake Trout along the way. Laura held a rod and relaxed while I steered and tried to keep the canoe from going too fast.

Back in Ely during the “map throw down”, Uncle Fishguts drew a dotted line across this lake with the letter “L” to show where to catch some Lakers. It was easy to see the landmarks to travel this exact route, and within minutes getting there Laura had one on! It was a good one, a real fighter.

As I dug for the camera, I heard a tapping/scratching sound, and looked up to see the tip of the rod rubbing against the canoe at the waters edge with Laura leaning back away from it. The fish was down deep under the canoe. Apparently she was trying to see if the rod would bend in a complete circle. I had to yell, “HEY, lower the rod, its going to break!” If it broke then, she would have flipped off the other side for sure. She yelled back “you told me to hold the rod up,” two days ago when we were fishing for Northerns she had the rod pointed strait at the fish and it didn’t bend at all. I am lucky for bringing such a good listener. LOL I wish I would have gotten a picture of this, it would have been a classic.

We got that one in and one more before we crossed the water. Lake Trout for lunch!

The skies briefly cleared over a small island camp On Sarah Lake.

We let the wind push us all the way across Sarah, and then pitched camp for the night. We were making good time with little effort. The water was rough, and in the commotion I dropped her camera in the water, still in the case it floated, and I quickly grabbed it, but it needed to dry out. There would be no more pictures for the next two days.

Another star goes on the map for this campsite! The camp sits high above the water, well protected with tress, at the waters edge a big flat rock jets out like a pier, perfect for fishing, a stone fish corral was built into it, and although it was too cold today a sloping shore line made a good place to swim.

There was a great fire place which was build against a stone that stood four feet tall. But again we found we had to reconstruct the pit. What caves these things in I wondered, I surmised this could only be done by the dumbest animal in the woods, humans, and then found some half burned garbage under the rocks.

The stone pier proved to be a good place to catch some fish. Since we already had dinner the fish coral would be put in use tonight.