I have some good fishing stories.
Years ago before we had a house, we went camping a lot. After a while, regular camping just wasn’t challenging enough so we started interior camping, meaning we moved around from spot to spot carrying all our gear. Our favourite places to do this was at Algonquin Park but Killarney and the French River were great places too. We brought fishing gear so we could catch our own food and that we did.
One particular place we stopped at was a place in between canoe lake in Algonquin park. It was beside smoke lake. In fact, part of the appeal of going interior camping in Algonquin Park were all the different lakes together and most of them hooked up and connected by a river. Needless to say we had a canoe.
Anyway we stopped at canoe lake to camp. Once we had our tent set up we went exploring and soon discovered a stream running into Canoe lake . Well I loved swimming so soon was in the water having fun in the flowing water current. Not long being in there, and soon I was joined by some very playful otters. That’s when I realized that the area was great for fishing. These otters not only played in the current but caught fish in the current also so after swimming my husband and I caught some fish.
We had some worms with us to use and it didn’t take longer long before we had a dinners worth of little fish. Most of the ones we caught were little white fish but we caught about 7 or 8 of them. My husband cleaned them and got them ready for eating and soon enough we had a fire and were eating freshly caught fish. They were really good too. The only thing we would do different would be to clean them away from our camp cause that evening we got visited by a few black bears looking for food.
I have a picture of one of them. I wish I could say this was the closest we got to one but it wasn’t.
Our first night at Algonquin Park we had a momma bear scare us in the morning while we were in our tent. Peaking right through our back window. Luckily we had our German Shepherd dog with us who barked really loud which seemed to scare her away.
We know she was a momma bear cause she left all her cubs up on a ledge and we could see them from a distance.
Anyway, that’s one of my fishing stories.
