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|Partsman||September 8th, 2017, 2:15 pm|
|Thanks Jason, that is a wonderful story with great pictures to show us the difficulty of you endured. Makes me wish I was about 30 years younger, I would have loved an adventure like that. I admire your fortitude, its the things that test us that make us better.|
|Jmd123||September 7th, 2017, 6:24 pm|
|Jason, spectacular photos from a spectacular adventure! Risky? Sure, all such ultimate adventures are. You just have to keep your head about you. I once found myself in 5-foot waves on Lake Superior in my little yellow kayak - all of 11'6" long. On top of that, while trying to troll with a heavy spinning rod and diving Rapala, I hooked something - either the bottom or a big lake trout, but whatever it was, it wouldn't move! So here I am in my tiny yellow boat bobbing about stuck to something getting smacked in the face by ice-cold waves...I cut the line and paddled like a mother! Little did I know that I was dragging my landing net behind me like an anchor too...as you did, I lived to tell the tale. And as with you, I'M NOT DOING THAT EVER AGAIN!|
The difficulties make it all worth it, though, especially with scenery like that, and ya even got a few fish, including your target species! So, after you're done beating yourself up over it, give yourself a pat on the back for being tougher than you think you are. I sure did after that Isle Royale trip, actually both of them. That's what those crazy adventures are for!
|No matter how big the one you just caught is, there's always a bigger one out there somewhere...|
|Martinlf||September 6th, 2017, 12:22 pm|
|Thanks for sharing your quest for goldens, Jason. Echoing your comments, I'm glad you made it out with minimal injury. That's a lot of yellowjacket stings, though. |
I've done some pretty nutty things in relation to trout quests, and understand the mentality. At 65, I'm getting more and more careful--though some of my thirty to forty year-old fishing buddies wouldn't join me in a few fast riffles this spring, and called me crazy later. No swims this season, though. Years as a whitewater guide usually show what is doable and when to back off. And a staff helps.
With your well balanced prose, you took me step by step to a lake I'm sure I'll never see in person and the photography for your narrative is, as always, breathtaking. I look forward to your next adventure, and only hope it will be a little less infused with risk. Tight lines.
|"He spread them a yard and a half. 'And every one that got away is this big.'"|