Sadly, Our Last Day - Day 13
Fishing on the St Lawrence River, Ontario, Canada
After a chilly
start at six, we felt we had to make our last day of fishing at Hoople - the
site of my biggest - thirty pounder. Bear promised to be good and not act like a
six year old or to drag me 'out of the zone'. Jason as always helped us set up
and went off to get our BLT's. We got off to a good
start, sadly the date I had with Big Lady failed as she decided not to
leap on my hook and come in for a hug, but I know she's
Mid morning Jason
brought the boys to see us for
this picture, a hug and proof the said t-shirts were indeed worn for the
journey back to the UK. The second O in Sam's GOOD was a bit floppy so we
hope it made it back. We wish them all the very best in the future - "Tight
Lines Boys". We have had so many laughs with them over the last two weeks and so
enjoyed their infectious good humour.
Today was watched
by this little chap who stood beside us most of the
day, Bear fended off a nosy blackbird as he didn't want his new mate upset in
any way (kept him busy and out of my hair - although I did get the odd
misdirected wad of sweet corn round the back of the ear, Oh and a lap-full of
the stuff). So this is our last day, we leave here at eleven in the morning to
fly back to Charleston and return to Beez Neez.
We have said to
Jeff and Marian that we are living our dream and that coming here to fish was an
aside to celebrate Bear's 60th birthday, so our bar was set pretty high. Well
the experience was delivered to us in spades. Each evening over Marian's home
cooked food, we discussed where to fish, either Jeff suggesting, or where
we fancied - if it had not already been requested by anyone else. Each morning
we could go out at whatever time we chose, fitting in around the boys, who
always went around five to our six. The first few days we went out around nine,
so went to the excellent café for a hearty breakfast. The other days we went out
at six and had BLT's delivered to us around nine. Jason or Jeff would come back
at eleven thirty to hand over individual cool bags containing our pack lunches.
Two sandwiches, an apple, a bottle of water, a can of coke and a chocolate bar.
Bear made us flasks, makings all set out in our immaculate, warm and comfortable
room, milk and beer in the fridge. We could have come here and sorted ourselves
out, but being all-inclusive made this not only the fishing trip of a lifetime
but also a real holiday as well. Talking of fish, the tally is as
Bear caught 31 fish. His total
catch 521 pounds. 8 twenty pound and over.
I caught the most fish at 44,
the heaviest catch at 761. 7 pounds, the best two days at 8 and 9 fish
caught AND at 15 - the most twenty pounds and over. My
personal best fish at thirty pounds however, meant through gritted teeth I
had to hand over $100 (well out of my Rummikub winnings) as Bear with his thirty
one pounder won the bet, he tried hard not to gloat.
I suppose I could force myself
to write that I'm thrilled he caught the first fish, the biggest fish and
thoroughly enjoyed his birthday trip.
final fish came in wearing a hair piece, at least I got to
catch the last two fish.............little growl
ALL IN ALL MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS