DAY FOUR - TUESDAY - Fishing Vacation Georgian Bay Fishing Camp

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By Tuesday, with few fish and poor weather, it seemed like the week would last forever.  Not a bad thought, but with so much water and few fish it could be hell on earth.  We were tiring of GBFC, would it be beer and cards for four days?  I was encouraged by the two fellas from Ohio, who had been coming up here for thirty years.  They caught 3 or 4 nice walleyes every day, never went more than a mile or so from the camp.  They were impressed how hard we had been fishing, how much exploring we were doing, and how we hadn't given up.  I doubt our catches had impressed them much.  Mike said, "Remember on all trips, it always takes time to find the good spots." We kept at it, with great rewards in the end.

 

With threat of severe weather we stayed close to home.  Went to Obstacle Islands. Very windy and cool; predicted thunderstorms and winds to 35 knots. Given our tendencies to go on long explorations, the camp owner had warned us about the winds.  We were wise enough to listen to the weather reports each morning and looking at the sky, we knew bad weather was on the way.  I suppose a lot of guys don't watch the sky, and just head out.  Dave told Mike that we had already covered more territory in the few days then some guys cover in years of staying at the camp.  We puffed up our chests, and felt like brave explorers.  We kept watch of the weather, not wanting to get caught in the storm.  Fishing was poor, I caught a little perch and bass.  We fished all morning. 

 

Went back to the camp, with the winds shifting from the southwest to the Northwest.  We had lunch. I took a nap while Mike and Dad went fishing around Dock Island. Later, I went kayaking around the northern part of GBFC island.  I wanted to try some fly fishing from the kayak.  Exploring the many bays and rocks was a great adventure.  I got so absorbed in the exploring that I didn't notice the wind had really picked up. My paddle back was straight into the wind, white caps and cold water splashing up over the kayak.  If I stopped paddling the wind would start pushing me backwards and it was a struggle to get moving forward again.  Was I ever glad to break around the NW edge of the island and see the camp.  I was exhausted by the time I made it to the dock.  Too windy to go out in the boat that night, so Mike and I walked around the island fishing from shore. I hooked a nice bass, but lost it.  The wind really blew that night, we were glad to be on dry land.  A massive thunder storm south and across the bay, gave us an unforgettable light show.