Posted tagged ‘Duck Tollers’

My Latest Fishing Vacation in 13 Words.

September 8, 2012

Sunrises.

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Moonrises.

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Sunsets.

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Eagles.

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Storm.

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Loons.

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“Bacon, please?”

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Pike.

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Walleye

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Tollers.

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Shore Lunch.

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Random Photos From My Latest Fishing Trip

July 15, 2012

Flying in and out of Kaby Lodge, this is what most of Northern Ontario looks like from the air:

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Some days the weather was great:


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Some days it wasn’t:

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Lotsa beavers.

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Here’s a photo of an adolsecent bald eagle (though not with the best of lighting).

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Chipmunk falls.    Not only a great place to stop for lunch, but also a  good fishing spot.

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The lake is teeming with walleye.   On a typical day, I’d catch 25 ?  30?  40?  (I dunno….literally DOZENS…I’d lose count!).

Most were in the 17-18 inch range.  But this was my biggest one, at 22 inches:

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Here’s a typical stringer for our shore lunch.   We would eat shore lunch every day, and keep a few for the freezer for home.

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Here is a typical shore lunch.   Which I love.

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Half the fun of staying at the lodge was playing with the two dogs, Jasper and Riser, who are obsessed with retrieving sticks, especially Jasper.

I like how Jasper is fixated on the stick.

This is considered perfectly normal behaviour for Duck Tollers.

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The younger pup (Riser) would keep stealing the stick from Jasper.  He was being a little shit, and he knew it.     Jasper would then yap incessantly at him to give it back.   This game went on and on…those dogs crack me up.

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The lake has lots of pike too.  People catch them well over 40 inches.    I didn’t get any monsters like that this time.   But I did get two respectable-sized ones, 29 inches and 30 inches.

Both fish were caught within 30 minutes of each other.   It was one of my best afternoons.

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This pike wasn’t huge, but I’ve never seen one with teeth as large as this, for a fish that size.

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Not all of them were trophies, though.    But still fun to catch.

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I had a lot of fun.   So did the Bear.

We will both be coming back.

The Critters I Saw On My Last Vacation

August 7, 2011

The first critter to greet me when I got off the plane was the resident Duck-Toller, who invited me to play with her…um…tree.

If you know anything about Duck-Tollers, this is considered perfectly normal bhaviour.

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While on the water, I saw a lot of loons.   Beautiful birds, but not that uncommon.

Every Lake in Ontario has to have its resident loon.  It’s a Provincial By-Law.

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In campgrounds and parks,  the moose are used to people and you can get really close.

But here, in the real bush, they’re skittish and you’re lucky to come within a few hundred meters of them.

The photo doesn’t do this justice, but this among the biggest moose I had ever seen.   I estimate his antler rack spanned~ 6 feet.

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Next, is a bald-eagle-critter.

It’s not often you get this close to one in Ontario.    I tried to throw him a fish, but he didn’t take it.

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This Bear-Critter made a regular appearance at the dump every night at ~ 8:00 PM, when they threw the garbage out.   He reluctantly tolerated our presence, as long as we kept our distance.

And seeing how he considerably outweighed me, I did.


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Let’s not forget the fish-critters, like this small Northern Pike.

Normally, I wouldn’t be excited about a pike this small, except that I had caught him right off the dock, after supper.

It gives you an indication of how good the fishing is on this lake,  if you can catch them like this without really trying.

Here’s a more decent pike-critter.    Not a trophy, but still respectable, by any books.   It was 30 inches…and I’m guessing ~ 7-10 lbs.

Here’s a close-up of its toothy maw.   If I were to title this photograph, I’d call it “The Last Thing a Minnow Ever Sees”.

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Of course, we also caught walleye, which are nice-looking fish, viewed from the side…

…but when viewed head-on,  GAWD, they’re UGLY!

Also of note, is that these toothy critters have razor-sharp gills which can slice you like a knife, if you pick them up the wrong way.

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Of course, I had the last laugh, though.

It’s called “SHORE LUNCH”.

Who are the People in Your Neighborhood?

August 21, 2008

There’s this meme going around, where you’re supposed to describe yourself by answering simple questions.

I don’t know who started it.   But the first I heard of it was from Steph.   Then Monika.

Of course, I couldn’t leave well enough alone.   I had to make my own version:

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I am:      Olaf the ThunderFröck, son of AelFrùd the Horrible.
I think:   It’s time to invade England.
I know:  Those Englishmen have a stash of booty hidden in their church, somewhere.
I have:   A broad-sword, and a battle-axe.  (Who among you, shall challenge me ?)
I hate:   Englishmen
I love:   Thumping and pummeling Englishmen.
I miss:  The Vinland
I fear:    (???)  I don’t understand.   What’s this word mean?
I hear:   The battle cries!….HNYARGGH!  Excuse me.  I must go burn and pillage now.

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I am:      Caillou, that whiny little cartoon character.
I think:    I’m an accident.
I know:   Mommy has a drinking problem, and Daddy’s been having an affair with the social worker.
I have:    A remarkably spherical head.
I miss:    Riding the Little School Bus with my Special-Ed classmates.
I hate: Making boom-boom in my Pull-Ups (like I just did now).
I love: Sippy cups, cheerios stuck up my nose, and cartoon characters even more obnoxious than me.
I fear: My lack of hair.   (Why am I bald?  Is it chemo?  Am I going to die?)
I hear: Mom and Dad arguing in the next room, over who gets stuck with me in the custody battle.

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I am: Tippy, a hyper-active Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever.
I think: I’d like to retrieve a BALL right now.
I know: There must be a BALL stashed around the house somewhere.
I have: A nose that can detect the odor of a rubber BALL, to within one part per billion.
I miss: When nobody is around to play with me and throw the BALL.
I hate: Cats, vacuum cleaners, and fireworks.
I love:   Swimming, and retrieving.  (Did I tell you I like to retrieve?)
I fear:    I have lost the BALL.  Wherezit?  Where?  Where?  OMG!  I must FIND IT FIND IT FIND IT.
I hear:   My masters’ car, ten miles away.  He’ll be here soon.  Maybe he’ll throw the BALL.  YAP! YAP! YAP! YAP! YAP! YAP! YAP! YAP!

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I am:       Old Man McGillicuddy, the cranky old guy down the street. (That’s MISTER McGillicuddy, to you!)
I think:    Today’s young folks have it easy.  Not like WE had it, back in our day….
I know:   That I’m smarter than all you young folks think you are. .
I have: Way too much time on my hands.
I miss: MattLock.  Big Band Music.   Getting it up.
I hate:    Today’s music.  Today’s values.  Those damned kids who won’t stay off my manicured grass.
I love:    Hosing down my driveway.  Old-man hats.  Werther Originals.  Canary-colored golf pants.
I fear:     ATM’s.   Anything electronic.  And especially, driving more than 30 mph.
I hear:    Eh?   What’s that?  EH?

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I am:      Chinese Olympic Medalist.
I think: I better just do what I’m told
I know:   I would be in the salt mines, right now, if I hadn’t have won.
I have:    A gold medal.  Anything less would be unacceptable.
I miss:    My family.  But they promise I can see them again, now that I’ve won.
I hate:    Failure.   Like getting Silver, and being second-best in the world.
I love:     My country and winning and representing China (at least, that’s what I tell them).
I fear:     My coach.
I hear:    They’re looking for gymnastics coaches in the U.S.

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I am:      A Canadian Olympic discus thrower.
I think: I should just enjoy this while it lasts.
I know:  Nobody will remember me, after this is all over.
I have:   A positive attitude.  After all, isn’t the Olympics about doing your best and having fun? (I keep telling myself this).
I miss:    Tim Horton’s.
I hate:    Coming in 38th.   (Last Olympics, I made it at least as far as 36th).
I love:    Being able to get away from the crummy summer we’re having in Canada, and experiencing some warm weather for a change.
I fear:     That if talk too loudly about wanting to win, my fellow Canadians will scold me and accuse me of flag-waving.
I hear:    They’re hiring at Tim Horton’s.

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I am:      Fallopia Moonchild
I think:   Like, if we would just stop judging everyone, and accept each other’s energies and karma,  the world would be a better place, you know?
I know:  That the Republicans are large corporations are conspiring together to create global warming, to cause the extinction of the whales.
I have:   Multiple tattoos and face piercings.   And lots of free time on my hands.  (Even more than Old Man McGillicuddy).
I hate:    Stereotypes, racism, and negativity.   And also spiders in the bathtub.
I love:    All of humanity.   The vibrations of the Universe.  And granola.  Sweet crunchy granola.
I miss:   The sixties. (Too bad I was born in ’82).
I fear:    Having to shave my legs, and getting a job.
I hear:   The sound of my own inner drummer, beating to the pulse of Mother Earth.

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I am:      The Friar:  full-time engineer, part time smart-ass (or is it the other way around?)
I think:   I’m hungry.   When do we eat?
I know:   Shit floats,  you can’t push a rope, and water flows downhill.  Aside from that…not much else.
I have:    An attitude problem. (Seriously…someone ought to give me a good talking to.)
I miss:    Playground swing-sets before they got all fucked up and were made too “safe”.
I hate:    Lima beans.   Asshole squirrels.  And the Berenstain Bears.
I love: Red meat.  Southpark.  Large-mouth bass.   And making hamburger out of sacred cows.
I fear:    Evil Cirque de Soleil clowns (Shudder).