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Well ... there is THAT. Heh heh.

I meant we're pretty one-dimensional fishermen. Light tackle, small lures.

-- kypaddler

kypaddler wrote on Oct 27^th, 2016 at 4:02am:


...probably a good thing, too, since the fishing season for lake trout ENDS by October 1st. 

Jimbo   

And re: "the only car."

Lake was EMPTY, eh?

-- kypaddler

Westwood wrote on Oct 27^th, 2016 at 3:37am:


Very nice. Impressive even.

I have to clarify one thing, however. On our trip, when we caught so few fish, we were primarily fishing for smallmouth and walleye -- not specifically going deep for trout with big lures or going after pike. We usually bring ultra-ultra-light tackle and concentrate on the former species instead of the latter.

-- kypaddler

My wife and I went on a three day trip, October 14, 15 and 16, 2005 into Beaverhouse Lake.  We were the only car in the BH parking lot.  We had to paddle to the ranger station to register and then camped on one of the islands north of the ranger station.  We did not encounter any really bad weather, but did have some strong winds.  We caught a few bass which made two evening meals.  We caught 4 other fish, namely, 18 inch northern, 32 inch, 11.7 pound trout, 27 inch, 6.7 pound trout and a 40 inch, 17.8 pound northern.  I lost one or two other fish.  The lake is very quite in mid October as most birds have left and mating season is over.  The cooler weather makes every thing slower.  But the biggest problem is how short the days are.  Plus, the season on trout ends in September.  I would like to try another October trip because the big northerns are suppose to bite in the fall.  My wife, however, would not accompany me.  Campfires in fall, however, are wonderful.  I think fishing in a future trip could be better because in 2005 I was still working on our fishing techniques.

Solus wrote on Oct 27^th, 2016 at 1:26am:


So it went from no ice to impassable in one night? Wow.

- kypaddler

In the late 80's I took two friends in off the Gunflint for three nights early in November. On the third night temperature dropped well below zero. There was open water on the lake we were camped on but both exit options were frozen tight. We ended up portaging  (my fine 85# plus canoe) five miles to the Gunflint and then walking another couple of miles back to the car. A mile of  bush whacking led to an old cart way that led to the road.

When they could get out they caught some fish. I remember conditions were the biggest factor. Kayak man had a honey hole for big pike but the wind kept him out of that portion of the lake most of the week. He was rigged for big fish and knew that he had to be properly positioned to fight a 40 inch northern in a tiny kayak. For what it worth evenings around a campfire can be filled with stories concerning that man.

So Marten,

Did he catch any fish? Did anybody?

(Hardy souls, ye are.)

-- kypaddler

We used to do a first week of Oct. Trip every year. BWCA and Quetico and then WCPP. We were going late to avoid the bugs and people. Then it dawned on me that those are not things to worry about in WCPP. We still kept doing them using a Coleman lantern for preparing breakfast and supper. The lantern was also used to bring someone back from the first stages hypothermia when it had rained so many days that a fire was hardly an option. At the end of a Leano to Mexican Hat loop where it started with 45 degrees and mist and ended with 37 degrees and heavy wind driven rain in the warmest part of the day I had an epiphany. Sitting 200 miles to the south was my log cabin with a woodstove and a roof. That is where I started spending early Oct. !!

A few years later I must have weakened and consented to another fall trip to WCPP. Irvine was still a bushwhack lake and I had found a nice spot with a southern exposure during a July trip. The group was flying in so we could be well supplied with the extra gear needed late in the season. At our planning meeting I laid out the exact sizes we needed in our tarps and the quanity. We again started the trip with decent 45 degree temps but slowly things kept going downhill. The southern exposure should have saved us but the wind all week came from that direction and kept getting colder and wetter. Tarps kept being added until we added the last one and were huddled in our make shift wall tent. We had two coleman lanterns and plenty of fuel so things were cozy. After the last wall was added to our shelter some finally realized why I had been so specific about tarp number and sizes at the pre-trip meeting.

The last full day one of the fishermen was out in the windy, wet and 40 degree weather. We would keep peeking out a tent flap to check on him as he was in a very small kayak. Then the report came that he was not out there. I packed a sleeping bag and had the others prepare hot water for our hopeful rerturn. I was relieved when I came around a bend and saw his kayak pulled up on shore. I called his name and faster than an echo he called back. When he found he could not get the little kayak back to camp he had retreated to the trees to await his rescue. The real kicker was a few years later when one of our trip mates and this man's wife ended up sharing a bus seat on a shuttle to Ohare Airport. Our daring kayaker let be known later that what happens in WCPP stays in WCPP. As for me, that cabin woodsdtove is working just fine.