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with Rick and Gloria, and he had some success fishing off shore. We took fly rods and spinning gear with us because there was a mayfly hatch on.
Bill and I were using red and
white daredevils with the treble hook taken off in favor of a single hook. Brian was going to start with flies. Over the next few hours, we were
a few dandy speckles from two to three pounds. The promise of a great day ahead was already in our minds. Wib is not a big fan of canoes
(either am I) and as we got back to the camp dock, Wib had a mishap that plunged him into the cold Labrador water. It gave him a rude awakening. Thankfully, he was wearing a life jacket, but he was scared enough that he refused to get into a canoe for the rest of the trip. The next day was sunny with
some clouds and about 22 degrees. Bill, Brian and I headed back to Double Brook for some trout action. Wib decided to stay at the island
catching fish after fish with the hope of landing a five or six pounder. The weird thing about these systems is that there are small and large pike feeding in the same waters as the trout. At times you would cast and catch a two-pound pike and release him; and the next one would be a two-pound speckle trout. We took a few of the trout back to camp and filleted them for breakfast the next morning, which was Canada Day. Wib brought a Canadian flag
to mark the occasion. There was nowhere else I wanted to be on Canada’s birthday than right here at the camp with 28-degree weather and no wind – conditions just right for fishing. Brian and I had canoed to a
stream the previous evening (that I had noticed coming into the lake when we flew in), and in the couple of hours there we had caught a couple of large pike and lots of
speckles. We decided to go back there and then up the system to a place called the Rock Garden. With Bill in one canoe and Brian
and me in the other, off we went to the Rock Garden. It was a perfect name because there are literally hundreds of large boulders out of the water. We could see them as we made our way to the brook about a mile or two up the lake. The river here flows rapidly into
the lake, clear and pristine, and we all thought what a great place it was for trout to hang out for food. We did see a few jump in the
lake where the water poured in, but upstream there was not a bite, not a fish – nothing! Rick told us later that the fish
would come up to that area later in the year when they were making their journey to spawn in late September. We did catch a few nice speckles at the mouth of the creek and a few more in the fast water that we had to portage on the way up. The really neat thing about the
Rock Garden was that there was a Bald Eagle nest. Both eagle parents were cursing us the whole time we fished while they protected at least one baby in that huge nest. After we got back to the camp
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