The second week of June is always when we went to Canada. The walleyes were back in the lake after spawning, the may flies were just hatching and the fish were still shallow enough for easy fishing. Dad would stop fishing for a while because he said his arms were getting tired from catching fish. I sure miss that old coot and our fishing trips up there.
Those are some old fish up there because the growing season is so short. We pulled scales one year and kept track of the length of the fish. I took them to our local DNR who blew them up with an electric magnifier and everything over 27” was over 18 years old! Very large heads with more narrow bodies verses just the opposite for the local Wisconsin Bay fish.
