Hi guys and gals.
I wanted to find us some different fishing stories somewhere along the Winnipeg River last Thursday and thought the pier in Lac du Bonnet might be a pretty good bet. The warm, sunny fresh morning was beginning to bring the sun bathers out to the sandy beach that lay before the long dock. I strolled to its’ end where two old-timers, their fishing rods stuck in the handlebars of their scooters, swapped stories. Beside them a tall grey haired chap who would only give his name as “Bob” had the stance and presence of a vital energetic man. Soon we fell to talking of local fishing when Bob mentioned that in addition to the unique “tiger trout” in The Ponds north of town, they had just seeded two hundred fingerling “albino trout” (which are actually gold to white colored rainbow trout).
I wanted to visit with anglers at McArthur Falls that morning as well, so I shook hands with the guys and not much later was scaling a huge rock outcropping beside the Winnipeg River near the hydro dam. Presently, I saw a lone angler clad only in shorts sitting on a flat rock shelf basking in the sun. As I came up to him I inquired “Did you catch anything yet?” His solitary peace broken, a thin vigorous fellow sprang up with a large smile, “only a small one; I threw it back,” he responded. He said his name was Lynn Reykdal as we shook hands. We chatted about the fish, water and weather until a funny little story popped into his mind.
Not long ago, he related, he was fishing with his four year old grandson, Scott, on the Red riverbank. With their lines in the water, Lynn was looking around enjoying his surroundings when he was snapped back to reality as he saw their dead bait minnows floating past him. Shocked, he looked down at Scott to see the little tyke tossing them into the drink saying, “We let them go papa?” Lynn didn’t know quite what to say!
There’s another great fishing story involving a little guy that came our way a few weeks ago. Interlakers’ Beckie Breidinger and her hubby took their son Lukas to fish at Chalet Beach. He’s a two and a half year old with a full, strong body, happy eyes, a perpetual wide smile and short brown hair. On the beach our junior angler became fidgety because he wasn’t getting any action on his Spiderman rod.
Suddenly the rod tore from his hand. A giant carp surfaced, with Lukas’s baited hook in its mouth. Mom reacted immediately wading into the water grabbing the rod. She trudged back to shore and offered Lukas his rod so he might bring the giant in but he just shook his arms in rejection and scampered for higher ground. Mom and Dad landed it and as they measured, took pictures and released it, they couldn’t help smiling as Lukas knelt in the sand by the fish patting it saying, “Bye-bye, you go in the water.”
I was driving over the blue Selkirk Bridge last Wednesday when I saw two gals riverbank fishing upstream. Turning onto the wooded area between the road and the river I wobbled and bounced my way over the ruts to see if they had caught anything. I had no sooner met sisters Corrine and Jennifer Lamarre from Winnipeg than Corrine’s’ rod bend hard over as a master sized carp (yep, another carp) appeared on the water rolling, showing its belly. I stood back as they worked together, one reeling in, and the other with a huge net. They knew what they were doing and with deft precision landed, measured and released the beast.
After things settled down Corrine recalled yesterday when they were fishing off the Selkirk pier some guy came along and without being asked grabbed Jennifer’s’ rod saying, “Here I’ll show you how to cast!” He swung the rod out with great force but lost his grip and stood there embarrassed as it flew out of his hand shooting like a rocket out into the water. Corrine pushed him aside and cast out with stunning accuracy snagging Jennifer’s rig! The pushy guy turned head down and left.
See you next week.