Home safe and sound. But it wouldn't be a long distance adventure for me if it didn't include intrigue and a few technical gotchas.
True to Hoss's prediction, bring a ratchet set and an umbrella.
Picked up Tony and BTS on Thursday. Finished the groceries and were cruising down the highway around 11am.
Called WIG to see where we would meet up on the 401, he says keep driving, I'll catch up.
About 20 minutes out of Kingtson, kablamo, down goes on the of the trailer tires. Actually, to my surprise it didn't pop, but rather the entire layer of tread came smoking off at 105kph.
We pulled to the side and changed it for the rather soft spare. Cruised into the CT in Kingston and changed out the other tire (suspecting it would not make the trip). The boys got us in and out quick. WIG called and he had passed us and was waiting up the road. Caught up and raced along.
Took the 407 to beat the rush hour traffic in the Big Smoke. Best 15 bones I have ever spent. Passed by a nice deer standing right on the gravel shoulder looking of a victim.
Went straight to Markus's place that night, as the camp was not expecting us till Fri. Mark and MuskieMagnet were out fighting the rough waters looking for the fish to make sure everyone had some luck this weekend. WIG put on an all you can eat buffet, so much so, we burnt out Markus' deep fryer.

A couple of pops and early to bed for the big water fishing day to come.
Friday ... Tornado Alley.
Seems like all great FH adventures are plagued by some kind of weather. Now, some would blame me for that.
Spent the day setting up.
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In the afternoon, BTS and I followed Markus and Tony out to the mouth of the Turkey Point Marina. About 20 yards outside of the breakwall, it was apparent the VIP was not up to snuff for the weather.
We cast a few around the boats inside the marina. Missed a couple of dinky bass, Markus and Tony had a little better luck.
Pulled the boats out and headed back to camp after only an hour or so.
Not wanting to miss out on any fishing, Markus invite me and Tony for a short run to the outflow. Would it be a rough ride ... yes. Would it be a dry ride ... No.
We did set up just inside of the break again, so we could actually get out of the 5-8 foot swells.
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Fishing was tough, even at the outflow (oh god, the MT Livewell curse has struck again).
Tony did hook into to this little fellas. Between three heads, we couldn't come up with what kind of fish this might be.
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Back at camp, some of BTS's famous venison sausages, a few pops, and a little guitar.
Saturday morning the weather broke, well comparitively speaking. The good news is BTS, Eye-Tracker and I were joining Hoover aboard his boat, along with his lovely lady friend Krista.
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Here's the other fellas on their way out of the Burwell marina.
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It was right about now that my camera batteries died, so the rest of this trip is straight from the liars (fisherman) mouth.
But, no word of a lie, Hoover took really good care of us. Listening to the chatter on the VHF, a lot of the guys were working pretty hard to find fish. And we were not exception. The difference is invisible to the inexperience trollers eye, but whatever Hoover did different, we had the boat to beat that day.
Bows and eyes, eyes and bows. We got some great fish (burp, sorry just finished eating one of them for dinner).
We finished up around 2 and headed back to camp and were passed by Hoover's evening crew as well as Hoss.
BTS and I were toying with taking the VIP out for a while to try some of the trolling gear we worked so hard to get rig up on short notice, but the brown pops were hard to refuse to celebrate the great morning we'd enjoyed already.
Saturday evenings pig roast was delicious. Bobber joined me with the guitars and we managed about 4 songs before the skies opened up. I headed for shelter in my tent (and fell asleep) while the others partied on through the down pour.
Sunday morning broke camp, shook hands, and kissed babies. Wish I'd had more time to visit with most folks, but the fishing schedules didn't really jive for most, but most did end up at the campfire for a while. Good to see many faces again and to make some new friends.
Tony and I jumped in with Markus out of Burwell again. BTS, WIG and Kyle jumped in with Joe O'D. There was much less chatter on the vhf today except for the constant rant of the weatherman yammering on about some small craft warning this or pan pan that.
(as an aside Kyle quietly toughed out 2 long days on the water with rotten guts and no complains ... a good kid ya got there WIG).
We trolled the troughs of the waves, rolling 8 feet up one side and 8 feet down the other. Ship and captain were solid and reassuring (thank god, cause I nearly called in the pan pan for us

). Tony had a little rumble down under, the result of spending a little too much time tying a dipsey. Markus was even gracious enough to troll the white spinner bait (Great Lakes Code Name - WSB) on the leadcore. Had 2 hits on it, but no hook ups. We did manage a little shaker which was a great way to finished to rough weather day.
Off to Markus' for another WIG fish fiesta, a few pops, and some Texas hold'em. The cards left me early, but the beers were cold and plentiful.
Monday morning, long trip home seemed short with Tony and Brian. Good fellas to travel with and fish with.
So, thanks to Fish-Hawk and Bobber for another great event. And Markus, couldn't have done it without ya. Crash, thanks for the directions. Hoover, thanks for getting us into fish, get those pics up please.
To the Kehoes, thanks, thanks, THANKS!!! Appreciate you putting us
up, and putting up with us. A personal invite from me and the Misses to come visit anytime soon. And BigBassBilly and Princes Cassie are dying to see Shrimp and Loon Girl soon (thanks for the crafts ladies).
Another for the books ... bring on Quinte.
M.T. Livewell