This years rendezvous was different. High water and more fishing pressure greated us as we paddled in.
I was in a party of four and at one point during the week I counted 20 fishermen on this "wild" body of water. There was lots of open talk about a favorite pond of Robbins and Wilkie that is in this area, everyone seemed to know about it's treasures.
I fished in three days of cold rain and eventually the fish came in and hit. None of them wanted my big conehead streamers, but traditional fall patterns were effective. The puppet master provided, as did Wilkies big black dick, leaches and early morning green drake patterens were also key.
That is a togue... bad photo I know
Lots of dudes in the northwoods.... I think the word is out...
But I made a new fishing friend.... I will take this guy out in the drift boat....
Dude, beautiful fish. WTF, that crowd looks like the f-ing SR! I plan on proving fools like these that you don't need to stand in a line to crush brookies in the Gash. Well done my friend.
great photos man. i especially like the fish at your feet in your reflection. nice to see the camo neoprenes again.
Great trip Jasper. Did you pass the smut mags down the line of anglers?
Haven't seen a good slew of brookies like that in a while man. Good on ya!!
Wilk, your fly is called the big black dick? are you kidding me
Keith, there were some magazines that arrived at camp dry and unharmed, what happened after that is anyone's guess. Thank Morrell...Good luck next week Wilks
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