Enter walleye and the 250,000 lakes situated throughout Ontario. The first week of November I set out to Point-aux-Baril to catch the walleye migrating from Georgian Bay to the inland rivers. I'm a bit curious about this movement behaviour - Dustin / Oliver can you verify this is indeed a seasonal migration?
We were not the only ones there to fish:
Fishing walleye is surprisingly technical. While the basic set up is a jig + worm / minnow, it always takes me a full day to re-develop my walleye senses. Walleye don't "hit" the bait most times, rather they suck it in and you simply have to feel for the added weight. While I was still building up my walleye mojo, my party promptly limited out and donated a few so I could reach my five within the slot. This led to our daily assembly line:
|Andy (left) has probably filleted >5,000 walleye in his lifetime. Alan (right) is not far behind.|
|Lunch, dinner, freezer|
|Supporting Ontario's wildlife|
Another apparent 180 that happens in your 30s is our dads become the ones that drink the most. I got through 8 beers in two nights while Andy's father-in-law almost caught on fire (*we were all 10 feet back at this point).
Here was the big fish from the weekend and some mushrooms I got into: stay tuned for a for a mushroom cream sauce connected to D's recent post.
|It was an all male fishing party, and we only caught male walleye.|
Apparently the females come in later - D / O?
|Black trumpets - I was VERY stoked to find these guys|
|Georgian Bay bonding|
|An evening on the island|