This year, it was my son and I, trying for brook trout before the
season closes on the last weekend in September.
Total boys weekend. Turns out the fishing was not so
great but the weather cooperated and the alternative activities (mostly fire related) were quite popular.
The rest of the universe also decided to descend on the park for the fall colours. Busloads of tourists
and full campgrounds surprised me when we pulled into the park. I was expecting empty lots, no people except some hardcore fishermen but the weather was so nice, the tourists come out like blackflies in May.
We lucked out on a camp site, and once we set up camp, we took a walk to the lake and checked things out.
We decided that we had enough time before dark to go for a short fishing excursion and despite best efforts and
massive skills thrown at the problem, no luck. We did catch a small
non-trout but I don't even recall what it
was. Skunked we packed up the canoe and headed back to camp to settle in for the evening.
Knowing full well, that one bag of wood would not last,
we ensured a quality evening of burning by
grabbing a second bag on our way back into camp.
