That is the motto of Pasha Lake Cabins and this week it lived up to that. It had been over nine months since we have been lake fishing so the day after arriving we were anxious to hit the water!
Since it was a remote lake requiring some bush
whacking to get to it Chad let us take his Jeep rather than trying to get our
dually down there. So after loading up all our gear we hit the road!
I’d love to say that it ended with us catching
tons of fish and of course with me catching the biggest but it wasn’t to be, in
fact we never made it to the lake. After an hour of travel we were just pulling
off the gravel onto the two track when the Jeep died, nothing, no power….
nothing. So I popped the hood to try and convince Barb that I knew what I was
doing and that there was hope, and we were not stranded out here for the day. Since
it was a power issue I went directly to the battery to make sure the terminals
were tight. Unfortunately they were so that was not the issue. But there was a
little luck on our side when up pulls a truck and asked if we needed help. It
just so happened he was driving within 5 miles of Pasha Lake, so rather than
fiddle with it any longer we jumped in his truck and took advantage of the
ride. After all, it could be hours until the next vehicle comes by.
I was back to the scene of the crime a couple of
hours later with camp employee Ian and a tow strap. Needless to say, we did not
get out fishing that day.
Nice day for a drive in the bush! |
The day was not a total loss however as it was
Tuesday which means fish fry night! Every Tuesday night the camp puts on a fish
fry where the guests bring in their catch and a dish to pass for a night of
getting to know each other and tell a few fishing tales. For Barb and I it is a
chance to meet some new people and catch up with some of the returning guests
we have not seen for a year.
Barb breaded while Chad fried the fish |
No fish tales being told here! |
This week we caught up with the Scratch family
who we met last year. As a matter of fact they quickly became our new best
friends when they rescued me last year when I was stranded on an island when my
boat floated away. That post can be found here.
We made plans to fish with them the next day on
the same lake they rescued me on; Onaman Lake. Probably our favorite lake as it
has incredible numbers of huge walleyes. This is a hike in only lake requiring you to haul your gear over a mile into the lake. Luckily this year we have a cart that one of our South Dakota neighbors gave us and it worked great!
Mark and Barb headed down the trail |
When we first fished with them last year they made the mistake of asking us where the fish were right when I was setting the hook on a nice walleye. I replied "They are right here" which then became the running joke. Now whenever any of us would hook at fish we would say "They are right here!"
They are right here! |
25 inches of walleye goodness! |
22"'s but not big enough! |
We stopped for lunch at the same infamous island where I was stranded last year and started cleaning a few fish. The seagulls and pelicans knew this is a frequent
lunch area for fisherman on the lake so they were there to pick up the scraps.
Fighting over some scraps |
Shore lunch consisted of walleye of course along
with some fried potatoes.
Barb cooked the potatoes...... |
….while Mark cooked up the fish..... |
…..and the rest of the crew anxiously waited.... |
Lunch complete, we split up as we headed back
towards the landing. We don’t like to leave the dogs for more than 8 hours so
it was time to head back. But not before we stopped at one more spot to see if I
can snatch the title of “Biggest fish of the day” from Barb. We slid into one last
spot and I quickly hooked into a 21”’er, nice but not nice enough. Then it
happened…..I set the hook and knew I had something special. No head shake, no
running, just something that felt like it was the king (or queen) of the lake
and knew it. It was a little windy but I managed to get it off the bottom and
inch by inch got it closer to the boat. About ½ in I was wondering what the
heck I had as, although it was heavy it was not acting like it knew it was
hooked, I was more or less pulling dead weight from the bottom. I knew it was big but no idea what it was.
Then it broke the surface…. It was well over 25”’s! As a matter of fact it was
well over 30”’s but entirely the wrong species, it was a 36” pine tree branch! Dejected I unhooked it, let it sink back to the depths, set my rod down and
conceded the day. Day 1 goes to Barb with a 25” beauty that she put back in the
water for some other lucky fisherperson to catch another day….
The following day was a camp day where we just
hung around the rig most of the day. Dakota, Daisy and I played in the water
and went swimming.
Later in the day it was time to see if we could
get Dakota out on the water in a boat. Last year we had her in a boat on dry
land a few times but had yet to get her in one out on the water. She has come a
long way with her comfort and trust with us as she jumped right in and laid
down. We went lake trout fishing for an hour or so but neither of us got a
bite.
The next time we went fishing I was ready for my revenge. Time for me to catch the biggest fish! We headed out to Northwind Lake, one that we fish frequently and consistently do well. Any this day was no exception...… and bonus, I was off to a good start!
I think I can beat that one! |
It was a great day on the lake, the loons were serenading us, the winds were light and the fish were cooperating.
Throughout the day we caught dozens of fish, nothing huge but just the right size for dinner that night. So who caught the most? Who caught the biggest? Well, this picture should really say it all as Barb was doing her walleye dance on the way back to the landing......I think maybe I should just return her to the water with the rest of her walleye friends! |