In 1976, I was in a CYO youth group that took a June/July fishing trip to Flin Flon from Charlotte, NC. We took the church bus. What a trip! The fishing was fantastic. We started from Dauphin lake and paddled for something like 9 or 10 days with only seeing other people one time, commercial fishermen on a lake we were told was called Golden lake. We paddled from lake to lake portaging in between. Imagine two dozen idiot teenagers chasing a black bear out of camp. Moose, beaver, loon, leeches but fortunately no black flies. We were picked up by float planes at the end. My pilot was a teenage girl.
