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Mike was fighting his on the


other side of the canoe. It took a run close to the canoe and I got a good look at it. Holy crap, I thought. It was an absolute monster. Now we knew we were screwed.


How were we going to land them? The other guys were still on


shore, basking in the afterglow of Reed’s 45-incher. We started screaming like old


ladies who just had their purses snatched: “Help! We need help! HURRY!” At one point the fish crossed


paths and our fishing lines actually crossed, too. I thought we were done for. By some miracle, both fish decided to do a one-eighty and they continued the fight without getting tangled. At one point Mike’s pike walked


on its tail for eight feet across the surface of the water. Mike started to get his in close. “Pass me the landing gloves!” he


yelled. “No way!” I shouted back. “I’m


not letting go of my rod!” Both fish began to tire as the fight


came to an end. The other canoes were still a ways off and wouldn’t be of any help landing the fish. www.bounder.ca


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I got mine alongside the canoe,


grabbed it and put it on the floor. Mike had his right next to me so I did the same. I scooped both up and had them in the canoe within seconds. Under the circumstances, I still can’t believe how easily and quickly the fish were boated. We made the quick paddle (30 seconds) to shallow water for pictures and measurements. My pike measured 42”. Mike’s was an honest 47”. It


looked like it had been in some battles, with a missing piece from its tail. It was one ornery beast. It bit my


fishing rod and left teeth marks. It clamped down on a folding chair in the canoe. They had to use pliers to get it to let go. I’m still wondering why both fish


were so close together. They must have been right on top of each other. I really wish we had taken a picture with both fish side by side. However, in the excitement it never happened. All pike were released and swam


away with no issues. We tried to get set up and troll the drop off again, but we were too exhausted. We continued continued on page 30


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