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My little boy William's first fishing trip at the Port Perry docks on Scugog lake. The sunfish and mini smallmouth were hitting hard :D I'm not sure if it was happiness, wonder, or disgust on the faces of my twins, but now they refer to the clothing I was wearing as my "fishing clothing" and ask to go fishing again all the time. This is how generations of anglers continue.

My little boy James' first fishing trip at the Port Perry docks on Scugog lake. The sunfish and mini smallmouth were hitting hard :D I'm not sure if it was happiness, wonder, or disgust on the faces of twins, but now they refer to the clothing I was wearing as my "fishing clothing" and ask to go again.

Nice try brother! Perspective does wonders for tiny fish. A memorable evening of casting on Muskoka's Lake Vernon none the less.

It's entirely possible to fall in love... with a body of water. My fishing pal Adam earned some solid callouses form the cork grips on our fly rods while landing beautifully decorated speckled trout in the clear and cool water of the Sutton River watershed. This one was a brilliant example of the quality of the remote fishery. Not for the faint of heart, unless camping with one eye open for polar bears is your thing!

This is another hefty coastal brook trout from the Hudson Bay watershed. My friend Adam Chow and I spent a week in heaven. Going home was the hardest part of roughing it for a 10 days in the rain, wind and cold (except for this gorgeous sunny day). This fish in particular was truly a treat because of its colours and fight - I recall making an other-worldly sound of joy when I saw it jump and finally landed it! I almost looked over my shoulder to see who made the noise :D Photo credits to camera man Adam.

I hadn't been out for lake trout in a very long time. It was my day! My good friend Robert Guthrie showed me some incredible evening and twilight success on the Big Sound near Parry Sound, ON. Line for line we dueled but the lakers took my lure every time!