Apparently moose can swim.
Day
5 “When the Wind’s out of the East…”
When I saw the high wispy cirrus
clouds yesterday, I had a hunch storms were coming. This morning everyone slept in a little
longer. I know I was exhausted from
yesterday.
So after French toast, we got out on
the lake around 10:00, met by a drab, grey sky.
We graphed fish in the channel just south of the cabin, just south of
the ancient Cree petroglyph, but I’ll be darned if we could get a hook into
them. The cold front sealed their mouths
closed.
After a late lunch, we ran our boats
south through the rain along the eastern shore to a cove just southeast of
Roper Island. We had had pretty good
luck a few days before, but now with the rain and the wind out of the east,
we were uncomfortable, and not catching fish.
The rain even found a way around my Gor Tex rain jacket on my lower back
and neck area. Whereas the other day the
fish were way back into the cove in three feet or less of water, these pike
held in a staging area halfway into the cove, prompting the theory that pike
move in shallow on warm, sunny days and retreat on cold, cloudy days. Between the four of us, we managed maybe ten
fish tops. Not good fishing at all for
northern Manitoba. At one point I told
Chris that this might be a good James Patterson day. He asked me what that meant, and I told him
that he’s the author of the book I was currently reading. After the day was over, I was sticking to my
statement.
On a side note, we watched a moose
swim across the lake on the way back to the cabin. I’m sure we scared the living daylights out
of the poor thing. When we motored up
close to her, she was only twenty yards from the shore and swimming for all she
was worth. As soon as she climbed the
bank, she disappeared in the thick underbrush the way the fish had disappeared
from us. This was by far the most
excitement we had all day.
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