Chasing the Big Ones Up in Canada
Editor’s Note: Conrad Vollertsen does nearly all of his fishing and hunting in Oklahoma but will occasionally slip across the border into Canada in July and August where the air is cool and pine scented, and the lakes are stiff with fish big enough to break an arm. The following is the first of a two-part series detailing such a trip taken this past week. It was my favorite kind of day to fish up North: A light, misty rain blowing in gray, tail-dragging veils across broad areas of a rock-ribbed lake whose skyline had gone jagged with dark, black spruce many millions of years ago. Listen. Hear the loon? Up North, up in Canada, up in Ontario, such weather puts fish, big ones, on the prowl. Rain? Who cares. Let ‘er rip. My friend, Brian Loveland, and my grandson Lane Webster, both of Sand Springs, were catching fish, too, while I spent most of my time positioning the boat towards their success and handling the netting chore when it came. It was as much fun for me doing that, as ...