Some places have big northerns, some have lots of them, but Cree River Lodge has both
On my final afternoon Wade and I headed back to Rick’s Bay, where he guided me to one of my best ever afternoons in 30 years of fly fishing. Using a chartreuse Lefty’s Deceiver fly (and with my floating line on this time) I doubt I went more than 10 minutes without a fish. And as if I hadn’t had enough excitement already, that included a final 40-inch fish (above) and a seriously stout 38-incher (below).
In the month or so before my trip, I’d made a point of practising my fly casting for half an hour on the lawn, two or three times a week. My goal was getting sharp enough to launch 40 feet of line with a single false-cast, in any conditions. And it really paid off. We encountered some strong winds during the trip, but they didn’t bother me at all. And getting the line out fast translated to my bait being in the water more and, I am certain, more fish.