Pike aplenty: One of many northerns I brought to the boat today

The N.W.T. father-son fishing adventure continues (sort of): Day 5

This will be a short blog posting today from the N.W.T.’s Yellow Dog Lodgefor two reasons: for starters, I’m bagged, but more importantly, because poor Riley didn’t join me on the water today. Why? He got way too much sun during our first four days of fishing—my bad for not making sure he kept himself covered with an ever-fresh layer of sunblock.

Frankly, I think he also needed a break from the pike, lakers, walleye and grayling. As it is, I’m surprised he’s been putting up with my incessant need to beat the water for hours on end. So, he spent the day at YDL, convalescing, playing on his laptop and taking advantage of the satellite TV. He assures me, however, he’ll be good to go for tomorrow.

As for me, I joined first-year guide Kirsten Tarves for a morning pike hunt on Graham Lake, and an afternoon doing the same on Duncan. No giants were boated (although a few were spied), but once again, there were plenty of hammer handles and better willing to take my various offerings (ranging from streamer flies to spinners to soft-plastics, depending on the cover we were fishing).

It’s hard to believe tomorrow will be our last day on the water here in the N.W.T.

Pike aplenty: One of many northerns I brought to the boat today
Pike aplenty: One of many northerns I brought to the boat today

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