"Goin' to the falls?" I asked.
"Yep," they replied. "You already there?"
"Not for long."
"No reason for you to leave," they sweetly said.
And I am greedy. By the time they figured out the rapids, I was already packed and heading out. On the way, we passed another canoe from Manitoba and then two more. Sigh. Another lake ruined by our swarmin', conformin' species.
So, we went to a lake I fished last month and stayed less than a day as a truck from Manitoba came bouncing down the utility road. Sigh. Sigh.
So, we went to a lake I abandoned a couple years back after seeing two canoes on it. It was ours for three days and it was fun, since it's a numbers lake with hundred-plus days of bass. They aren't big, with most being 13 to 16 inches, but they are fat and feisty and we had a Shamu-splashin', tarpon-tail walkin' good time with those water terriers. I caught a few 17-inchers and an 18-incher so fat that I couldn't measure it flat. It teeter-tottered on its belly. We swam some, explored some, and had some great meals.
I've caught thousands of bass at this lake and never a walleye, but I caught my first and it was a fine fish and it's got me worried that someone might be trying to ruin a fine bass lake by stocking walleye. The horror, the horror.
I expect, like Huck Finn, I'll have to head west to find some solitude. I reckon that Manitoba is empty now, so it's all good.