On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 18:15:18 -0500, "D.Duck" wrote:


"Vic Smith" wrote in message
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On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:50:43 GMT, "Mike"
wrote:

Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that 'chowdah'
my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally from MA, but
she
was born in ME.

I've always envied "coast people" for the sea bounties they enjoy.
The only fresh chowder I've ever had was what Indian guides cooked
up for shore lunches in northern Ontario. They only used Northern
Pike, potatoes, onion and seasonings, but it was always the culinary
highlight of our fishing trips, even though I'm not really a soup guy.
OTOH, give me some crisply fried fillets from freshly caught sand
perch, bread and butter and a cold beer, and I'm in Florida heaven.

--Vic

If I may ask, Kenora/Lake of the Woods area?

It was fly-in @ 50 miles north of Red Lake. Saborin(sp?) Lake Lodge.
Blood Vein chain. Real nice. My dad represented the lodge at the
Chicago boat show for a few years and got a deal when he went up there
a couple times a year. He took me twice. Never could/would spend
those bucks myself then or now. This was early '70's. One time we
flew to Red Lake and another time we drove. From Red Lake we loaded
onto a Norseman for the flight to the lodge. Pilots name was Norm.
We fished primarily for Walleyes, but also threw spoons for Northerns.
There was a Lake Trout lake called Big Shell near the lodge which I
flew to once, but my dad and his cohorts usually went to once a trip
to the lodge. I caught the only lake trout that cold, blustery day,
snagged with a Lazy Ike.
A guy named Bill Rullo was with us that trip and had brought along a
*really* nice looking young woman.
For some reason he stayed at the lodge more days than not instead of
fishing, and the "Big Shell" day was one of them.
The night before we flew to Big Shell he gave me the Lazy Ike and made
me promise to try it.
I never used an Ike myself, since with all those hooks hanging off it
it's dangerous just to get it on the swivel.
I put it on the swivel just before we ready to leave only to keep my
promise to Bill, and it snagged a ten-pounder, the only fish caught
that day.
Funny, true (maybe it was a five-pounder), and provides a good memory
out of an otherwise bleak day in the Great North.
I've never been back up there, and don't know how it is now, but it
was great fishing then. Since I started ocean fishing, I don't have
much interest in FW, but you reminding me of Kenora and Lake of the
Woods perks up my interest a bit. Been there lately?

--Vic