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Dispatches from Canada: 6 Tips to improve your fly fishing this winter

First off, a clarification: I’m finally writing this in Mexico.

I say finally as this post has been batted around between a field book, a note book, my laptop and my brain for about 6 weeks; this is just the first time it’s being compiled in one place and finally (that word again) being posted.

If you’re a fly fishing addict like me that has to unfortunately deal with sustained temperatures below freezing and little to no chance of wetting a line for a few months, things might seem bleak right now…well, bleak for you. I’m sweating to death on a project site in Mexico…but it was bleak for me a few weeks ago.

But fear not, for there are ways for you to get through the midwinter blues and improve your fly fishing abilities. Here are six of them…plus a bonus tip.

1. Hit the books.

There’s a lot of books on fly fishing, both as literature and how-to, and typically there are several available for different species and geographic locations. Check in at your local fly shop, library or bookstore; most will carry a selection of both general how-to books as well as locally published works for regional waters. Another option is popping onto any local meesage board or forum. Worse case scenario, there’s Google and Amazon to find what your looking for.

I suggest asking your local fly shop or local independent bookstore if they can get the titles you’re looking for in stock & for what price; it’s always a good thing to support local business.

For books on specific species, here are a few I’d recommend:

Trout – Dave Whitlock – Trout and Their Food
Smallmouth Bass – Bob Clouser – Fly Fishing for Smallmouth: In Rivers and Streams
Atlantic salmon – Paul C. Marriner – Atlantic Salmon: A Fly Fishing Reference
Steelhead – Dec Hogan – A Passion for Steelhead
Bonefish – Chico Fernandez – Fly-Fishing for Bonefish
Tarpon – Don Larmouth, Rob Fordyce, Flip Pallot – Tarpon on the Fly

2. Learn a skill.

Try out fly tying, leader-building, knots; learning something practical along those lines will help improve your fly fishing.

Hop on to youtube or check out some other online reseources; there are loads of tips & techniques online to help you learn whatever you need to learn.

Learning better & efficient knots will save you time, allowing you to have your fly in the water more throughout the day. Plus you might learn a more appropirate knot for different fishing scenarios.

Teaching yourself to build your own leaders also saves time, but it also saves money. Adding fresh tippet to a leader can be a lot faster than replacing a full leader once you become proficient at the knots involved, and twenty-four inches of tippet material from a spool is a lot cheaper than most knotless, tapered leaders from the manufacturers.

Fly tying will NOT save you money, and anyone who says otherwise is either lying or kidding themselves. That being said, it’s a great method to learn about the flies you use, their names, and how & when they’re fished. It’s an intensive process, and (sadly) it can become as addictive as the fishing itself.

3. Make some friends.

Start hanging out a bit more at your local fly shop, meet some fellow customers and chat with the staff. Perhaps they host a weekly fly tying night, like mine does. Perhaps there’s a local chapter of Trout Unlimited or a local angling or conservation group that has monthly get-togethers.

Often shops or groups might put on seminars for casting, fly tying, or fishing techniques, too; they’re a great place to meet new people and perhaps learn a few things.

If you don’t have any of these options close to home, don’t despair; there’s loads of fellow fly fishing addicts online on forums and social media platforms. Twitter has been great for me for meeting new folks; I even met up with a few of them IRL (that’s tech-speak for “In Real Life”) to fly fish in Guatemala. GooglePlus (or G+) is a great place to meet up with fly fishing folk, too; I have over 300 outdoors-types in my fishing circle. In fact, G+ is how I came to be writing here on the Mooseknuckle blog.

Sign up for twitter here and check out #FishChat or #CastingChat on Tuesdays & Thursdays, and say hello!

Word of advice: Don’t just ask for people to tell you their spots, especially online. It’s called spot-burning, and it’s highly frowned upon. Two reasons not to do this:

  1. Some people have worked pretty hard to find their little honey-holes, and while they’ll probably share the locations with friends, it doesn’t take much for a spot to become over-run with people. Especially with the location now published on the interwebs.
  2. People will be outright MEAN to those who sign up on a forum & blurt out locations or questions for locations. Mean. Some of them live for the chance to call out some poor, unaware noob. Those mean folk especially like to congregate on the Drake Forum.

4. Practice.

Yup, I said it. Practice.

Practice. Your. Casting.

I know, it sucks, being out on your lawn or an unused sportsfield or empty park, casting on grass if you’re lucky. Snow if you’re not. Being looked at all weird & stuff by onlookers.

Trust me, do I ever know. I’m going to do the exam for the Federation of Fly Fishers’ Certified Casting Instructor (CCI). It’s pretty in depth, and requires a lot of casting practice. Months of casting practice. We had a cold snap a few weeks ago, and it was -26°C (that’s -15°F, American friends) and I was almost glad I had a pinched nerve in my casting shoulder to keep me from going out on those days to practice casting.

But it was only the pinched nerve (and my lovely girlfriend nursingme back to health) that kept me from doing it.

You probably don’t need to practice multiple times per week (unless you want to do the CCI exam with me…?), but I do recommend trying to get out a few times before spring thaw & opening day, just to get back into the rythm of casting.

That way, your opening day won’t be spent snipping off windknots or digging a fly out of the back of your head.

5. Explore…from your couch.

Go to Google Earth. Download it. Get a local atlas or backcountry map book or similar, preferable with topography on it. Grab your GPS and/or fishing journals (you have fishing journals, right?) while you’re at it, too. Start “pinning” productive spots you’ve fished in the past, either by notes, memory, or GPS coordinates.

Next step: hop onto forums, or do some googlin’, to see what silly bastards broke the cardinal rule of “don’t spot-burn on the interwebs.” Yeah, I know what I said above. But some people don’t get it, and you might as well use the information available. Besides you’re going to look for the spots that are a little off the beaten path; anything over 15-20 walk from where the guys who fish within view of their parked vehicles are. Mark these spots on Google Earth, perhaps with a different colour pin. Figure out how to get there (safely) using your atlas or map book.

Being a better angler has a lot to do with knowing where the fish are.

6. Get off the couch.

A lot of these tips involve the couch or the recliner: knot-tying, reading, computer-based exploring & friend-making. So on & so forth.

This tip is to make sure you’ll have the physical capacity to get to these out-of-the-way secret locations you’ve found via Google Earth.

Walk, run, do pushups & dips, snowshoe or ski, shovel the driveway instead of paying someone to do it.

Just put down the Doritos and the Geirach book and get off the damn couch and do something.

BONUS TIP: Fly south.

Had enough of the cold? Bored of doing all the things I listed above? Book a flight, book a guide, and fly south.

Once you’re there: LISTEN to your guide and do what he says. He’s a guide for a reason, and if you don’t hook into the fish you’re looking for (*cough* my striper fishing in Maine *cough*), at least you can get some knowledge for your hard-earned cash.

That being said…it’s not always cheap to do. And sometimes it’s a hassle. That being said, a few of my tips for traveling can be found here, here, and here, too.

You might as well check this out as well to show you that: A) it’s not impossible, and B) it’s always worth it.

I hope you enjoyed the list and find it helpful to get through the winter blues…even though it took me 6 weeks to post it & it would’ve been more useful in the first week of January.

Now I’m off to practice what I preach: there’s a bass fishing book & a couch calling out to me.

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Posted by on February 16, 2012 in Fishing


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Dispatches from wherever: Travelin’

Give 'er...

So you want to be a traveling angler?

There’s quite a few different paths one can take to reach this goal:

  1. Become really, really good at fly fishing;
  2. Inherit the family carpet business, sell it, and become really good at fly fishing;
  3. Become a commercial airline pilot and become really good at fly fishing;
  4. Become really good at both fly fishing and photography;
  5. Become really good at writing about fly fishing;
  6. Have a trust fund or win the lottery or have a large inheritance;
  7. Marry rich;
  8. Become a geologist;
  9. Work hard, live simply, save money, research your butt off, and just do it!
If you didn’t know already, I do a combination of #8 & #9. I don’t really recommend #8 to many people, however, so I’ll dish out a few tips for #9.
1. Quit making excuses & sacrifice a little.
How does this tie into traveling? Well, count how many times you have said, or heard someone else say, “I don’t have any time to do that” or “I wish I could afford that.” Funny thing is, with a bit of sacrifice, many people could have the time or money to travel & fish.
How much TV do you watch in a week? Knock a few hours from that to get caught up on nagging chores or assignments. Or research potential travel deals online. Or start a side-gig to make a few extra bucks.
Speaking of TV, do you have cable? Get rid of that money-pit. Our cable bill was over $80/month. Times that by 12 months = $960/year. That’s real cash right there.
There’s lots of other ways to save some cash: cut down on takeout; grow your own veggies; walk, ride a bike or take public transit. It all adds up. Google is your friend on this.
My little life motto is this: Live Simply. Fish Hard. Have Fun. It’s amazing what you can do with that.
2. The internet is your friend.
Sense a recurring theme? The internet is truly your friend when it comes to finding travel deals.
Bookmark Kayak, Travelocity, Expedia, Orbitz and the like. Also check out the websites for the airlines themselves. Check frequently.
(Side note: I’m from Canada, where we essentially have a monopoly on air travel: Air Canada. If you book a ticket with them, they immediately send Bruno & Gino to your house to grab you by the ankles and shake you upside down until ALL of your money falls out. You fine Americanos have Southwest Airlines, which permits you to fly anywhere through the USA for approximately $7, from what I can tell. So suck it up a little bit. I kid, I kid…sort of…)
Ok…got that part? Now it’s time to dive a little deeper into this whole internet thing…ready?
There is a not-so-secret internet society called Travel Hacking. Start there.
To put it into real numbers, in less than 12 months, doing a really half-ass job as a travel hacker, I’ve managed to hoard up over 100,000 frequent flyer miles. That total doesn’t include what I collected flying; add those miles, it’s up to 140K.
There are some folks that get five or ten times that amount in the span of a year.
Alright, I’m not going to hold everyone’s hand through this. Turn off the TV and hit the inter-tubes.
Besides, I’ve said too much already; I’m expecting Bruno & Gino to arrive any minute…
3. Pack smart.
So you’re all booked & ready to go now? Here’s a few quick packing tips:
  • Pack light. Figure out the climate/weather & go from there.
  • Carry on your rods & reels. I use this (it’s in the pic at the top). It’s carry-on approved, and fits in overhead compartments on every plane I’ve flown on (that’s quite a few, btw…)
  • Pack light. Seriously.
  • Check your flies, forceps, pliers, multi-tools, etc. in check baggage. Or you’ll lose it forever.
  • Pack light. I’m not kidding you. Some people use the “take half your stuff & double the money” rule, but we’re trying to keep this on a budget, right?
  • Use the internet. Remember? It is your friend.
  • Pack a Mooseknuckle Lanyard (sorry, had to 🙂  )
4. Keep your wits, an open mind & a positive attitude.
Trust me, s**t happens. All the time.
It could be minor, like a slight delay on a layover.
It could be moderate, like having an officer of the National Security Force of Burkina Faso pocket your passport & hand you a signed slip of paper with a dollar amount, in CIFA’s, written on it, and not having your passport in a weird & exotic place for four days, until he is paid & returns it.
It could be major, like a hurricane hitting your destination.
All you can do is keep your smarts about you, figure s**t out, and move on.
Because, trust me, those are the parts of the story you’ll tell, laugh about, and remember forever.
These are just a few tips & pointers to get you thinking about hitting the road (or air). I could write a 500-page book on this stuff, so this is very much the very top of the tip of the iceberg. So do your own research. And have fun.
Happy trails.

Posted by on October 28, 2011 in Fishing


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Dispatches from…wherever..: Red State (of mind)

The bow of a flats skiff, that's the place for me

This was a difficult post to title.

Usually, they’re Dispatches from Canada. For the past few weeks, I’ve been in Idaho. And this post is about Louisiana.

Like most people, I blame BP. But for different reasons.

If it weren’t for the extensive coverage of the Deepwater Horizon oil spill, there’s a strong possibility that I would never have gone to Louisiana. Throughout the summer & fall of 2010, every major fly fishing magazine and numerous websites & blogs discussed the potential impact of the oil spill on the Gulf Coast fisheries. Images of one particular species of fish kept cropping up: redfish. I started seeing redfish everywhere: magazines, videos, blogs.

As cold weather started setting in at home, and our fishing seasons closed down, the whole redfish thing hit a critical point. I woke up one frigid morning, and, not wanting to disturb my girlfriend, I grabbed a fishing magazine off the floor. I flipped it open to see a massive redfish staring back at me. Uh-huh…

Later that day I sat down to do some work. Procrastination got the better of me: “I wonder how much a flight to New Orleans costs?”

Thirty minutes later, with a flight, hotel & guide booked, I started to realize I might have a problem.

I wrote a dispatch in praise of smallmouth bass, and yes, they’re my favourite home water fish. But redfish…all I have to say is wow.

The first one I hooked, I didn’t know what to do; my reel was screaming, the line burnt my fingers, the rod was bent in two…and I definitely didn’t know how to do a hero-shot.

I'm smiling on the inside. Honestly.

Despite the fact the photo makes me appear to have failed a recent calculus exam and am about to fall over, I was ecstatic about my first redfish. I hooked up with eight more and landed four of them…let’s say there’s a bit of a learning curve going from small stream trout on the 3wt to reds in the salt from the bow of a flats skiff, and leave it at that, shall we?

Regardless of my lack of being photogenic, I had an epic day (by my standards).

Not to be outdone by some Canadian noob, my guide one-cast the biggest of the day with the boat idling and proceeded to also school me in hero-shot poses.

Captain John shows me how it's done

Because the IFTD was held in NOLA this past year, lots of redfish content has been floating around again.

And I keep checking my frequent flyer account balances…again…

Sarcasm on the interhorn typically goes over like a lead balloon unless you specify it as #sarcasm


Posted by on October 19, 2011 in Fishing


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Dispatches from…Idaho?

People in Idaho were surprised at the quick onset of depression in the Canadian, brought on by snow

Yes, that’s right.


This week’s Dispatch from Canada is actually coming from Idaho.

Due to a brief delay thanks to an overzealous officer of the US Customs & Border Protection agency, I arrived in Idaho after a couple days of traveling for a few weeks of work (no, I’m not stealing an American’s job…trust me, nobody but Canadians are qualified to do this so…politely…).

It may have taken me two days to get here, but it took me all of 10 minutes to get from the airport to the nearest fly shop for a license, flies & local intel. They were extremely helpful, but that may have been brought on by me saying “just give me whatever you think I’ll need for flies.” As an occasional fly shop employee myself, this makes local intel a little easier to come by!

(Side note: it cost $96 for a license for the season, proving not everything in America is cheaper than Canada. Just beer, cars, gas, beef jerky, clothes, electronics, houses, books, fly fear, magazines, airfare, coffee…but not fishing licenses…)

When I accepted this assignment, semi-short notice, my buddy/project manager sent me a quick thanks via email, mentioning he already cleared it with the client for me to bring my fishing gear with me. A quick online search showed the town I’d be staying close to the East Fork of the South Fork of the Salmon River.

A promising river name, to say the least.

Unfortunately, detailed river & fishing info for the area was a little harder to find.

I packed my waders, boots, jacket, flies and other necessities, and then set to work on determining which fly rods to bring. The 3wt, being a two-piece, was out of the question, as was my dad’s 30-year old 8wt fiberglass for the same reason. The 10wt is overkill for just about anything & everything in Idaho, so that went on the rack. So my 5wt & my 8wt made the trip, with floating lines for both, and an intermediate sink-tip for the 8wt.

Due to the glorious problem of waking up & driving to the job site before the sun rises, and finishing work & driving back to my room after the sun sets, it took me a few days to finally see the river.

When I did, my very first thought: I should have brought the 3wt.

Hopefully they didn't shoot the fish, too

Despite it’s regal sounding name, the East Fork of the South Fork of the Salmon River is a mountain stream (where I am, at least). Fast-flowing and barely ankle-deep in places, its name is longer length than the river is wide in places.

That being said, there were rumours of fish. Cutthroat trout (Idaho’s state fish) and bull trout are around, and even salmon & steelhead apparently make the trek, depending on the time of year. Heck, they even had a sign for bull trout…shot full of holes…

A few more days go by, bringing cold, rain, colder, snow, then more rain…and finally sun!

Sunny days aren’t necessarily the best for fishing, but they’re good for one’s mental state, and a brief window of opportunity presented itself on a lunch break to investigate these rumours of fish.

The result?

Rumours were true, and the shot-up sign didn’t lie!

Bull trout #2 of 3 on the lunch break

Bull trout #3 of 3. Best lunch break ever! This is probably what it feels like to work for Orvis

Now if only I can spare time to investigate those steelhead rumours. I have a lonely 8wt that is looking for some action…
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Posted by on October 13, 2011 in Fishing


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Dispatches from Canada: Praise be to smallies

In this water swims what some call the greatest sportfish

They’re everywhere.

In every state (except Alaska) and in every province in Canada, they can be found.

They swim in waters of the Great Lakes, small farm ponds, wide rivers and small streams.

Kirk Deeter called them the ultimate fly rod fish.

Sage makes a $550 fly rod for them.

They are (usually) willing to eat and they fight like demons when they’re hooked.

And, most importantly, they are 10 minutes from my door.

They are smallmouth bass.

Up until last November, I was a trout guy. Three-weight or five-weight in hand, I would spend my days chasing trout: sea-runs in May & small-stream residents into the summer months. Only after the season closed on September 15th would I bother driving the hour or so to the Miramichi River for Atlantic salmon.

The redfish trip to Louisiana in November changed all that.

It opened my eyes to catching fish other than trout, and to traveling to catch them (there’s a future post on this, by the way…). I’ve caught some pretty cool fish since then, and plan on catching many more (hopefully). But the one surprise has been smallmouth bass.

It started with an invite to a bass tournament from a friend who needed a spare partner. I told him yes, but that I was bringing fly gear too. Being the country gentleman I am, I waited until we caught our limit for the tournament before piecing together my fly rod.

I caught two, using my 8-wt with a chartreuse & white Clouser minnow. One of them was almost big enough to keep for the weigh-in. Being May 1st, the fish were pretty sluggish & the 8wt easily handled landing them. But they were fun, and it opened my eyes to fly fishing for smallies.

I went out a few weeks later with another friend. Water temperatures had warmed up a bit, and this time I brought my 5wt trout setup. It was almost a mistake. Though it was a battle to throw Clousers, Buggers and poppers with the 5wt, it definitely paid off once they were hooked. I thought they were going to break my rod!

And I was hooked, too.

First day out with my new rod & reel was successful

Never one to require much of an excuse to get more gear, it was quite apparent I ‘needed’ a bass-specific set-up. A quick scan of Redington’s webpage put me onto their 6wt Predator rod paired with a Rise reel (Disclosure: I use Redington’s guide program for discounted gear).

The six-weight allowed me to throw the bigger, heavier flies while still maintaining the ‘holy crap!’ factor of fighting the smallies. And fight they did.

As we moved deeper into summer and the water temperatures got higher, the bass got bigger, hungrier and feistier.

The more I went bass fishing, the more I caught, and the more addicted to fishing for them. What was not to like about them? Not as finicky as trout, no hour drives like salmon, more prevalent & more willing to eat than muskie.

Parachute Adams in size 20 are fun, but when you can throw stuff big ol’ deer hair poppers & watch them get annihilated in smashing takes…wow!


Redfish were amazing & I would go south again for them at a drop of a hat. Deceiving trout on my three-weight on a small stream, away from the masses, is fun. The almost-audible slam from an Atlantic salmon hitting a swung streamer is addictive as heck. Muskie & (respectable-sized) stripers still elude me, and I won’t be giving up anytime soon. The 40″ northern pike & 17lb chinook salmon will always be a great memory. Steelhead, tarpon, permit, bonefish, sailfish and many more species are on my list.

But my go-to, home-water fish from now on?

Smallmouth bass.


For more information on fly fishing for smallmouth bass, check out:

  • L.L. Bean Fly Fishing for Bass Handbook, by Dave Whitlock
  • Fly Fishing for Bass, by Lefty Kreh
  • Fly Fishing for Smallmouth in Rivers & Streams, by Bob Clouser
  • Tim Holschlag’s
  • Doug Rorer’s Smallmouth Fly Box
Or do what I did: google, baby. Google.

Posted by on September 28, 2011 in Fishing


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Dispatches from Canada – 21-Sep-11

The Descent – How Fly Fishing Started Ruling My Life

Random, fishing-related post-opening photograph

I wasn’t always an unshaven, semi-homeless looking guy with a lot of fly fishing gear on the back seat of my truck.

No, I was once an up & coming, hot-shot geologist. Still unshaven, still semi-homeless looking. But without fly fishing gear.

To back it up a bit: I fished a fair amount with my uncles when I was younger. Then I discovered (in no particular order) rugby, beer & girls. The three of them went hand in hand, especially on roadtrips. Fishing ended up down a few spots on the priority list

After a few years of playing competitive rugby and working hotel & bar jobs, I enrolled to study geology. There was no real love affair with rocks; just a desire for a job that paid me to travel.

Fast-forward a few years: I have a fairly sizable mineral discovery under my belt, an expensive apartment in Vancouver, BC, and I’m making more money than I ever thought I would in my life.

And I was completely miserable.

Professional photo shoot? Nope, two bored geologists with access to a helicopter...

Not gonna lie. This part was always fun.

Sure, taking a helicopter for fresh pastries was fun, as was hanging out of said helicopter to photograph my project manager skiing down virgin slopes. In fact, there were lots of positives about the job.

But I was my job. I did nothing but work. All of the time.

I was laid off when the markets crashed in late 2008. Not wanting to sit out a lengthy downturn in the economy in the most expensive city in Canada, I loaded my dog, Awesome, and my few leftover belongings into my truck & headed back to the east coast.

Over the winter, I randomly read an article about fly fishing. Then I read another, and another, and started talking to my uncles about fishing, and bought a fly rod combo. Spring arrived, and I started fishing…with extremely limited results. But it was fun!

Later that summer I was working towards starting a consulting business,. I was doing random research and came across a story that changed my world forever. It’s copied below (with links to provide credit where credit is due, copyright nonsense, etc).

A while back I went to a conference in Boulder, Colorado. It was a business conference, but I went because I was curious. There were two people who were going to be there that I wanted to meet.

While there, Jonathan Mizel, the conference organizer, told an interesting story. I’m telling this from memory, so I won’t get it word for word, but you’ll see the point, I think.

It was about his first discussion with his new business coach. Jonathan was really excited about the process (he has big goals). The coach asked him what he wanted to get out of their conversations. Jonathan said he wanted to get rich. The coach asked him what he meant by rich, and Jonathan said he wanted to make a million dollars.

The coach asked him, “What would you do if you had a million dollars right now?”

Jonathan thought for a second and said, “I’d go fishing!”

To which the coach replied, “Jon, you don’t need a million dollars to go fishing.”

– (Taken from “A Simple System to Achieve Your Goals” by Paul Myers)

While in the midst of pondering this over several days…

…I caught a very respectable trout on my 3wt.

The life-changing trout

And so it began.


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Posted by on September 21, 2011 in Fishing


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Dispatches From Canada

Hi there!

I’m Mat, and I’m Canadian.

First off, to dispel any misconceptions, we do not all live in igloos up here. And it does get quite warm. Even midway through September, we’re still getting temperatures up to 26°C.

Oh wait…we use the metric system. Let me convert that for you: 26°C x 1.8 + 32 = 78.8°F

So yeah. It’s September 14th and it’s 78.8°F.

Anyway, ’nuff about that.

I’m a fly fisherman.

And thanks to the wonders of Twitter, Facebook and Google+, I find myself writing for Mooseknuckle Lanyards once a week about fishing in Canada (and anywhere else my travels might take me).

Today, I’ll write about my home waters. Plural. Because we have a lot of them.

I might happen to live in possibly the greatest location for fly fishing anywhere. As I wrote on my site back in June:

Imagine a town with:

• smallmouth bass fishing within walking distance.

• muskie fishing within walking distance.

• river-run striped bass fishing within walking distance.

• sea-run brook trout within biking distance and/or 25 minutes’ drive.

• pickerel fishing within 20 minutes’ drive

• world-class Atlantic salmon fishing within an hours’ drive.

• striped bass in the salt in an hours’ drive.

• brown trout in an hours’ drive

• even more epic salmon & striped bass fishing within 4 hours’ drive.

So yeah. I consider those pretty good reasons to live here (or to come visit).

In fact, I’m off to go fishing. Right now.

Buy a lanyard & stay tuned for more dispatches from Canada from me, and contributions from other hunters & anglers throughout the blogosphere.

à la prochaine!*

(* – translation: until next time…Canada is officially bilingual. We’re cool like that)

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Posted by on September 14, 2011 in Fishing


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