Some streaks are good and some streaks are bad. Winning streaks are great and records for futility are bad. Some streaks can't go on forever and some streaks CAN'T go on forever can they? I once again failed to catch a salmon at the fishing camp despite the fact that they were all over the place.As per usual, the one thing I did catch was a buzz. We arrived on Monday at around 7pm. We got in about an hour of fishing before tucking in for dinner. Shortly thereafter I decided it would be a good idea to crack a bottle of Sailor Jerry's. Earwitness accounts have us calling it a night sometime around 5, about an hour before the good fishing starts. I did not roll out of bed until 12:30 at which point I swore that the boys were playing a trick on me. It was then I decided that Sailor Jerry's is banned from the fishing camp; at least when I'm there. Little Forks is a prolific fishing camp but it is next to impossible to catch a salmon from a bunk.
There were a few fish caught but thankfully, for this selfish prick, unlike last year not everyone but Randy and I caught fish. The water is still high which means there was a lot more water to cover but they were jumping all over the place. When I wasn't in bed, I was fishing pretty hard. It would appear that I'm just a little bit snake-bitten. But I am comfortable in my role as the lovable loser of Little Forks Lodge.
As usual Malcolm and Kevin kept us entertained and as always, despite the streak, we had a great time. As they say "A bad day fishing is still better than a good day at work".
I'm off this afternoon for a couple more days vacation, this time heading up to the Little Southwest Miramichi river, and more specifically to Little Forks Fishing lodge. Randell and I will be heading in with the aim of breaking our shared 3 year shutout streak and my personal 20+ year salmon shutout streak at the camp. As usual, we will be hosted by Malcolm MacAfee who does not guarantee fish, but whose presence does guarantee a good time.
On Sunday, Randell and I got our annual trip to Little Forks in and some things stayed true to form. Just like last year the only thing we caught was a buzz or two....or three. Just like last year we other people in our party caught fish and just like last year Malcolm made the shut out a minor footnote by making us laugh so hard that we forgot about being outsmarted by a salmon.We were treated to beautiful weather; bright crisp mornings that turned into warm sunny days. The water was so clear that we could see the salmon laying in the pools and I spent two hours and every fly on my vest trying to get one of them to take it at Split Rock pool. No luck. Alas, I had to get back to the office so that was that.
I had a real mind to grab the Superstore salmon in the freezer and present it as my first Little Forks grilse but decided that would be bad for karma. Instead I just put my tail between my legs and look forward to next year.
I did take the advice of that sign in Blackville though:
It's Friday, I'm hoping to hit the river tonight, I get to play rugby tomorrow, followed by Curnew's wedding reception. To top it off I am heading to Little Forks to go fishing on Sunday for a couple of days. With all that in mind you can probably understand why I'm more then a little bubbly giddy right now. I'm practically bouncing out of the office. And in honour of this I located a video that some perv sent me the other day:. I can see why Bob loved his job so much.
As per usual, the one thing I did catch was a buzz. We arrived on Monday at around 7pm. We got in about an hour of fishing before tucking in for dinner. Shortly thereafter I decided it would be a good idea to crack a bottle of Sailor Jerry's. Earwitness accounts have us calling it a night sometime around 5, about an hour before the good fishing starts. I did not roll out of bed until 12:30 at which point I swore that the boys were playing a trick on me. It was then I decided that Sailor Jerry's is banned from the fishing camp; at least when I'm there. Little Forks is a prolific fishing camp but it is next to impossible to catch a salmon from a bunk. 
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