Geedub, I sent that on to my wife as I found it extremely funny...but she won't!
No problem, but here's one all ya'll need to show your wife or BGF.............
Important Lesson!
Mark was walking down the street when he was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless man who asked him for a couple of dollars for dinner. Mark took out his wallet, extracted ten dollars and asked, "If I give you this money, will you buy some beer with it instead of dinner?" "No, I had to stop drinking years ago," the homeless man replied. "Will you use it to go fishing instead of buying food?" Mark asked. "No, I don't waste time fishing," the homeless man said. "I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive." "Will you spend this on deer corn to hunt deer instead of food?" Mark asked. "Are you NUTS!" replied the homeless man. "I haven't hunted in 20 years!" "Well," said Mark, "I'm not going to give you money. Instead, I'm going to take you home for a shower and a terrific dinner cooked by my wife." The homeless man was astounded. "Won't your wife be furious with you for doing that???
Mark replied, "That's okay. It's important for her to see what a man looks like after he has given up drinking, fishing and hunting!"
ingwe; Thanks for the fishing photos, it brings back many good memories for me.
Please pass along congratulations to your wife on the nice pike she caught. Although we lived and fished where some bigger ones were landed I must admit I've never caught one that big.
If you are so inclined ingwe, do the locals call them "jack fish" up there?
We used to call northern pike that in Saskatchewan - '60's and '70's time frame - and called walleye "pickerel".
Anyway, it's good to see you all made it up and back safely and from the looks of it, had a grand time.
You all have a good week ingwe. Dwayne
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If you are so inclined ingwe, do the locals call them "jack fish" up there?
We used to call northern pike that in Saskatchewan - '60's and '70's time frame - and called walleye "pickerel".
Anyway, it's good to see you all made it up and back safely and from the looks of it, had a grand time.
You all have a good week ingwe. Dwayne
No, they dont call them jackfish, though I fished in Sask. in the 90s and they were still calling them that there. Likewise Ontario, where people still treat them like vermin ( which they will regret...) and walleyes are also called pickerel...
Wife's fish was #16 on the button, we have taken them up to #20
She got hers in 2 feet of water, on a 5 and 1/2 foot ultralight....
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"...the left considers you vermin, and they'll kill you given the chance..." Bristoe
I was never a fan of letting the big guys in the boat with me. Had a couple experiences where 40" + northerns tried to tear off large strips of my tender young flesh while simultaneously capsizing the canoe. Forever after I removed the hooks alongside the canoe.
I need to get back up there and catch some of those guys.
I was never a fan of letting the big guys in the boat with me. Had a couple experiences where 40" + northerns tried to tear off large strips of my tender young flesh while simultaneously capsizing the canoe. Forever after I removed the hooks alongside the canoe.
prairie goat; I hope this finds you doing well on this warm and still Canada Day sir.
Your story reminded me of another and since I'm sitting idle today I hope it's OK if I share it here.
This tale would have taken place about 29 odd years back in the emergency waiting room at Yorkton, SK - so some details are a bit lost in the fog of my fading memory, but here's the gist of it.
I'd stuck my left hand into a table saw - first time that, not last but that's another story - so I had to go into emergency to have them have a look at it because it'd gone a wee bit septic on me. My good wife accompanied me on the trip into "the city" from our farm 40 miles out.
When I got out of having my thumb treated, as we left the hospital my wife started laughing and related what she'd overheard.
Two guys came into the hospital, looking pretty beat up and were asking to be examined when an RCMP Constable stopped to say hello. Her take was he knew them at least enough to say hi.
They said they'd been fishing and like good Saskatchewan boys there'd been a fair bit of Molson consumed whilst the angling was going on.
Buddy number one had landed a medium sized northern and as he was trying to get the hook out it bit him with great enthusiasm and frequency.
Somewhere about then buddy number two got in on the action, and either he fell and smacked his head before the northern bit him or after - can't recall which.
Harsh words were further exchanged with the northern and one of the guys fell and damaged an arm or wrist.
I think it wasn't the same guy as had a smacked head, but again need to apologize for lost details.
The RCMP Constable wasn't even making a pretense of sympathy and was almost in tears as they related the sad story.
Finally the Constable was able to ask just how big this northern was and one of them said, "Well that's the thing, it got off and out of the boat somehow."
If I ever get into country where we can fish for northern pike again, you can bet that anything bigger than a couple pounds will be released outside our little Clipper canoe....yes sir.
Have a good week prairie goat and thanks for bringing back the memories from so many years ago.
Green toothy fish on deck in small boats ALWAYS leave lasting memories.
I know this from experience.
Ones I liked best were the 'cuda that boated themselves at the conclusion of a ~30' leap. Amazing chitt seein' how fast old men get quick and limber when that happens. Some even go swimming...
Good trip you had there Poobah!
I am..........disturbed.
Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain
For Dwayne and prairie goat, we usually dont bring pike of any size into the boat except for the occasional pic...learned that lesson myself years ago...
We keep jaw spreaders and Baker Hookouts on hand to release them at boatside, and both implements are tied to the boat with paracord.. ( learned that lesson too.....)
We cradle the big ones and rather than have my wife try to lift her fish and possibly hurt it, it went into her lap for the pic....it takes them a loooooong time to get that big and they are your spawning females, so they need to be handled with kid gloves.... Didnt get too cut up by leadrs or bit on this trip, but my arthritis in my hands is mad at me for the week's activities....
"...the left considers you vermin, and they'll kill you given the chance..." Bristoe
You treat the big snakes far better than any "jackfisherman" from Canuckistan.
And for that we are grateful......
Must be fishing some super-stained lakes by the looks of your cigars (and ingwewife's gator).
Hope you only took pics of the Canadian strippers. I heard that they smell and are as slimy as the pike.....rubbers and a tetanus shot will cover 85% of contact.