100 LARRY DAYS OF MUSKIE.

100 LARRY DAYS OF MUSKIE.

Len and I had been fishing an hour and twenty minutes our first time on the St. Lawrence River when I caught a 56 inch muskie. Seven years, exactly one hundred days, thousands of miles and countless cranks of the reel, what have I learned since? And furthermore, what...
THE FISHING 20/20 ON 2020.

THE FISHING 20/20 ON 2020.

Our family lived on an ice road or boat-to only island for eight years. Before that, I worked a year and half on a secluded fly-in Reserve in Northern Ontario. The past seven years, I have been jetting away to some of the most remote communities in Canada to stay and...
MOOSKIE LOCKDOWN.

MOOSKIE LOCKDOWN.

As time, work and fishing trips often go, it’s not until usually the fall that my muskie season begins. Between Arctic char and lake trout while on a July contract in Nunavut, coming home first week of August I’d see the boat into CP Marine, sort fishing...
A SOLO ROADY NORTH IV.  “Every Which Direction.”

A SOLO ROADY NORTH IV. “Every Which Direction.”

Nothing there between them but long periods of silence. She’s quite pretty, and he’s a grub. A young couple they didn’t much match and I guess hadn’t figured that out yet. When the waitress came to take their order she was about to speak until...
A NUNAVUT NOMAD VI.  BY WAY OF NETSILIK.

A NUNAVUT NOMAD VI. BY WAY OF NETSILIK.

Touched down June 29th in Taloyoak same time as a rare Arctic thunderstorm. Some folks on the flight had been hooting and hollering on approach, the turbulence giving a little fright. Many aboard the half empty plane were destined for Gjoa Haven, a few pissed off that...