Trout, not Muskies.
With the border still closed, I found myself driving to Oroville with an SRB raft bound for Nolan in Vernon, BC last week. Of course I could not get through so I had to work with a broker that would serve as the "middle man".
Never wanting to miss an opportunity, we decided to stop off at a lake that I had fished the previous week while finishing up a real work assignment. I caught a bunch of tiger trout on the first trip and I hoped they would still be there. Luckily for us they were. My wife had never seen one so I thought it would be a good opportunity to show her the coloration and distinct patterns.
After bringing the first couple to shore to show her and snap a few photos, she asked what kind it was. I did not respond for a moment to see what she might say. After a bit, she said they look like a tiger and wanted to call it a tiger fish. I started laughing...true story.
Not big but plentiful. Nice fall weather and not another angler in sight, though there were a couple local youth blasting off some guns for awhile. It was a lot more relaxing after they left...they did not stay long.
With the border still closed, I found myself driving to Oroville with an SRB raft bound for Nolan in Vernon, BC last week. Of course I could not get through so I had to work with a broker that would serve as the "middle man".
Never wanting to miss an opportunity, we decided to stop off at a lake that I had fished the previous week while finishing up a real work assignment. I caught a bunch of tiger trout on the first trip and I hoped they would still be there. Luckily for us they were. My wife had never seen one so I thought it would be a good opportunity to show her the coloration and distinct patterns.
After bringing the first couple to shore to show her and snap a few photos, she asked what kind it was. I did not respond for a moment to see what she might say. After a bit, she said they look like a tiger and wanted to call it a tiger fish. I started laughing...true story.
Not big but plentiful. Nice fall weather and not another angler in sight, though there were a couple local youth blasting off some guns for awhile. It was a lot more relaxing after they left...they did not stay long.