Welcome my friends.
The heat of late summers’ unrelenting sun and dry wind lately has driven the fish to deeper, colder waters which meant our anglers, regardless of the fishing spot, generally have been going home empty handed. That was unacceptable to Art Reimer of Winnipeg who I met fishing with his friend “Mike” off the Hnausa pier a couple of weeks ago. (Arts’ friends didn’t want their names used so let’s call them Mike and Peter.) Art was a stocky, muscular guy with thick straight graying hair, a quiet mischievous air about him while Mike loved to talk. Apparently Art lived to play practical jokes on anyone he could so, there he was sitting at the piers’ edge endlessly casting and reeling in when he saw a commercial fisher coming off the lake into the harbor with boxes full of pickerel.
That did it; he reeled in, got up striding over to the fisher and bought some pickerel. Dropping back into his fishing chair, an opportunity for a practical joke came to him. He called his buddy, “Peter”, in Winnipeg and told him to get out to the pier right away because the pickerel were really biting. An hour and a half later Peter was sitting beside Art eagerly waiting for his first bite while he admired Arts’ “catch”. Art played along as the day wore to an end casually talking fishing as his pal began wondering why Art was the only one on the pier with fish! As he packed up his gear for the ride home Peter asked Art, “How about giving me a fish so I won’t look so bad in front of my wife.” “Sure, that’ll be seven bucks,” Art came back. “You would charge me for a fish,” his buddy asked? “Well, that’s what that commercial guy over there charged me,” Art explained in mock innocence. Peter stood shocked looking at Art realizing he had been had. “Oh Art,” his pal exclaimed, “You either help me here or I’ll never believe you again!” Art, laughing, totally pleased with himself made good saying, “Take all the fish home and tell your wife it was the best day of fishing you ever had!”
Downstream of Selkirk on the Red I met some folks fishing last week. Again, no one was catching any fish except Andrea Pshyk and her friend Phil. I tried to see what they were doing differently and all I could see was they had found a curved spot in the riverbank where the water was slightly “whirl pooling” about twenty feet out and that’s where they were dropping their lines. Not far from Andrea and Phil I stopped to visit with Jaden a young, thin teen that had an unusual experience when he was fishing with a buddy on Tulabi Lake in Nopiming Park. He was cautiously stepping out on some slimy shore rocks to cast when his feet took for the sky and his back became acquainted with the slippery rocks in a very painful fashion. At that same instant Jaden’s baited hook falling into the water, got a strike. Flat on his back getting covered in brown smelly “goo”, he reeled his line as best he could. At water level it looked like he had a big green-brown small mouth bass. Soon that wiggling object was only a few feet away as he struggled to stand up. It was only then he realized he had a bass covered in a trail of weeds. When he cleared the weeds away he became the proud owner of a nice little six inch bass!
Close by Jaden was Bob Robichaud, a big guy with a shaven head and great sense of humor with a story that can only be described as “wow”. Apparently he was fishing with friends some years ago a proper distance from the old fish ladder by the Lockport locks and along came a guy who started trying to pail fish from the ladder. Onlookers’ couldn’t believe their eyes! Then seemingly from nowhere an RCMP officer came casually walking up to the “pailer” and asked, “can I give you a hand?” “Mr. Pailer” turned and realizing who was before him dropped his pail and jaw at the same time as Bob and the other anglers tried to stifle fits of laughter. It went without saying; the remainder of the “pailers” day was not the best of his life!
See you around the water.