As with most fishing “nuts”, once my gear is loaded on the float plane and we lift off for home, I’m counting down the days until my next trip back and reflecting on trips past.
My first ever fly-in fishing trip was to Rutledge Lake Lodge in 1980. For me back then, it was all about catching that big lunker and we did our best to do so. We still reminisce about three monster pike that teased us one afternoon for ten or fifteen minutes, following our lures back to the boat on several casts. Though we didn’t hook one, the crystal clear water provided us with an incredible and exciting show we still talk about 38 years later!
But what I remember best is quality time spent with family and friends, winning the huckleybuck pot one evening, and yes the mosquitos were quite memorable that first trip as well!
