It ain't always about the fish...
Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 9:06 pm
Some trips aren't really about the fish, the one I just got back from is exactly that.
Most of the characters who attend this trip (8th year now) I met thru this site. Lifelong friendships formed and nurtured over the years. Though we don't see each other often when we do all hook up it's like it was yesterday we were altogether. It truly is special to me.
Though schedule wise only had me in for an overnighter while the group stays til Sunday I never plan to miss out on this one. One thing we've noticed over the years is less and less fishing gets done. We stay at a nice big hunt camp 14 clicks in the Calabogie Hills. This year I debated on even bringing fishing gear...
This fishing generally is average at best so most spend the weekend socializing and catching up while enjoying a few drinks and playing some cards. Not sure I could last a whole weekend anymore!
One thing we've also noticed is we all aren't getting any younger.. Guys are delayed for doctors appointments, others are limping around and others are in bed passed out by 7... Another thing we noticed. Old guys taking selfies..
I loaded in some very precious cargo with the Bravo. Middle aged men enjoy Buns apparently.
Jammer picked up this little trailer. We all gave him the gears asking him if he planned to do some gardening while there...
The ride in was effortless, compared to years past when it could take hours to get in.
We were at the camp and unpacked by 11. Do we fish? The winds howling. Well let's have a drink to think about it. We never left the camp....
Dinner that night was easy. Just what middle aged men need.
We played some poker and after some long laughs and carrying on we decided to turn in. I checked my phone. It was 9:20...
The rest of the crew was to arrive the next morning sometime. We got up and hammered in a great breaky, then the debate started. Do we fish?
Well we did. We made it down to the lake.
There was service on the lake so everyones phones went nuts..
I set a setline and walked away, found a comfy spot and settled in...
It was freezing, gusty and not a fish within 5 miles of us.... We lasted an hour... Back to camp we go. Venison sausages and more laughs. Perfect.
I had to get going so Jammer and Pat followed me out. Good thing. Zipping along the trail something went awry with the Bravos steering, chucking me hard right off the trail. Bounding down the side of a ridge I kept trying to turn left but gravity was winning.. Right down to the bottom where I came to a stop with the help of a tree. They stopped and all I heard was "Whatcha doin down there?" they thought I did it on purpose... With their help we got er back up via the winch on one of the quads for the last 50 feet. Back on the trail in 5 minutes and limped er back to the truck strong arming the steering the whole way.
The Bravo goes away until next years trip and I can't wait.
RJ
Most of the characters who attend this trip (8th year now) I met thru this site. Lifelong friendships formed and nurtured over the years. Though we don't see each other often when we do all hook up it's like it was yesterday we were altogether. It truly is special to me.
Though schedule wise only had me in for an overnighter while the group stays til Sunday I never plan to miss out on this one. One thing we've noticed over the years is less and less fishing gets done. We stay at a nice big hunt camp 14 clicks in the Calabogie Hills. This year I debated on even bringing fishing gear...
This fishing generally is average at best so most spend the weekend socializing and catching up while enjoying a few drinks and playing some cards. Not sure I could last a whole weekend anymore! One thing we've also noticed is we all aren't getting any younger..
Guys are delayed for doctors appointments, others are limping around and others are in bed passed out by 7... Another thing we noticed. Old guys taking selfies.. 
I loaded in some very precious cargo with the Bravo. Middle aged men enjoy Buns apparently.
Jammer picked up this little trailer. We all gave him the gears asking him if he planned to do some gardening while there...
The ride in was effortless, compared to years past when it could take hours to get in.
We were at the camp and unpacked by 11. Do we fish? The winds howling. Well let's have a drink to think about it. We never left the camp....
Dinner that night was easy. Just what middle aged men need.
We played some poker and after some long laughs and carrying on we decided to turn in. I checked my phone. It was 9:20...
The rest of the crew was to arrive the next morning sometime. We got up and hammered in a great breaky, then the debate started. Do we fish?
Well we did. We made it down to the lake.
There was service on the lake so everyones phones went nuts..
I set a setline and walked away, found a comfy spot and settled in...
It was freezing, gusty and not a fish within 5 miles of us....
We lasted an hour... Back to camp we go. Venison sausages and more laughs. Perfect.I had to get going so Jammer and Pat followed me out. Good thing. Zipping along the trail something went awry with the Bravos steering, chucking me hard right off the trail. Bounding down the side of a ridge I kept trying to turn left but gravity was winning..
Right down to the bottom where I came to a stop with the help of a tree. They stopped and all I heard was "Whatcha doin down there?" they thought I did it on purpose... With their help we got er back up via the winch on one of the quads for the last 50 feet. Back on the trail in 5 minutes and limped er back to the truck strong arming the steering the whole way. The Bravo goes away until next years trip and I can't wait.
RJ
