The last couple of days I was busy planning and researching for a trip this past weekend. To me this is one of the most enjoyable and exciting parts of any trip. Ones imagination tends to go a little wild at this point of the trip, you convince yourself that you are some how going to stumble upon some secret ” fish mecca”. This imaginary place holds every single kind of fish one could wish for and every fish is a “trophy”, also these fish have never seen an angler.
This place unfortunately is not real, well I do believe there are some true “fish meccas” left in the world. These places are unfortunately out of most of our price ranges, one must wonder what the cost of a trip to fish Mongolia’s famous taimen rivers.
The trip I recently went on wasn’t an extravagant trip by any means, it was only a day trip to a river north of Sault Ste. Marie that I have not fished before. what I have realized is that it’s not the amount and size of the fish you catch that make a trip memorable, it’s the company in which you share your trip with.
I was able to share this trip with my father, the one that first put a fishing rod in my hands. Ever since I moved away from home (8 hours away) I don’t get to fish with my dad that often and every time I get the chance I make sure to enjoy it.
Before this trip started I had visions of holding a 50 plus inch muskie with a giant buck tail fly hanging proudly out of its massive jaws, this of course never happened. I did manage to boat a hog of a smallie (ignore the obvious oxymoron I couldn’t avoid it..).
No it’s not a Muskie but a day on the water with the man who started you on the path of fishing is equally as memorable.