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2 occasons out on lake On. both invol;ved big waves and rough water. Once we were in a small boat, out way too far Salmon fishing and the west wind picked up big time. Almost got swampped as we eneded up broad side to a huge wave (8 feet all day)
The second occasion, my brother was at the helm and we were powering out in fairly rough water and as the boat went down into the trough of a wave, the boat then proceeded to go almost straight up the wave launching it up and out of the water. I was looking almost straight down at Lake O off the stern of thwe boat.
Both sityuations were scary, but we caught big fish both times
TroutnMuskieHunter wrote:Fishing with BA last March for "MONSTER PIKE" on Thorne au lac Barnes .........But on a postive note......Kevin, BA and I will have a 1 year reunion of that trip up in Campbell's Bay this month!!!
now why would you go and name a lake like that steve?
My scariest time on the water was when my brother and I were trout fishing on a small lake in southern New Brunswick with a 12" row boat. Weather was great - sunny with scattered clouds. There was plenty of gusting wind; however, because the lake was small, waves were nothing to speak of. All of a sudden, a water spout came skipping across the lake and passed by within 20' of us and just disappeared after about 100 meters. Bizzare & scarry.
TroutnMuskieHunter wrote:Fishing with BA last March for "MONSTER PIKE" on Thorne au lac Barnes :
Steve..
I remember that day well ..its the day you were telling Kevin and I about The Big Rideau...and how the secret to catching Lakers was to troll with a Blue jointed Rapala...
spending alot of my life in florida i fished commercially and also did alot of sport and billfish charter fishing,i've had alot of weather confrontations. my most memorable experience was swordfish longlining 250 miles offshore of destin fla.in the gulf of mexico,when hurricane elena crept up labor day wknd. 1985,it was about 90 degrees and slick calm, then you could feel the cold breeze come up,we grabbed our gear and hauled butt for the nearest land,gulf shores,alabama,i remember 20-25ft swells as we made it behind the breakwall of the harbor pass,she made landfall, a few hours behind us, just down the road in biloxi,miss.,and did $2 billion in damages to the gulf coast.elena was one of the most unpredictable 'canes ever,and to this day, as landfall was forecast many times between new orleans and tampa,it actually made a record 3 landfalls before falling back to sea and gathering strength again,and crashing biloxi,as a category 3.
Here's a lesson to be learned about GPS. My buddy and I were fishing muskie on the west arm of Lake Nipissing. If you haven't been there it is a string of channels and coves that you could get lost in pretty easily.
We were out fishing when a big storm started to move in. It had all the markings of a real bad one so we started our debate to go to shore or shoot back to the camp where a cold beer was waiting. Don't have to say which one won out. We put the top up on the boat just as the rain arrived and the winds started to blow. Turned the boat around and started to follow the GPS track back to the camp. When we left the camp we trolled most of the way so our track was pretty tight on the screen.
We were going as fast as we could, driving back in the pelting rain and wind, visibility was poor as we weaved our way back through all the channels.
We were almost back at the camp and following my track I made a right turn into what I thought was the channel, only to immediately see the depth heart stoppingly shoot up on the finder. I immediately powered down and found myself in about 3 ft of water in a shallow bay staring at a wall of rock and trees. We were about 20 feet from hitting the shore.
What occured was the time delay on the GPS presenting our location on the track. When we went out we were going slow. Coming back in at a faster speed, it was actually showing where we were a few seconds ago. With all the channels and small bays looking the same, we overshot the turn and turned into the neighbouring bay. Needless to say, lesson learned. We were almost at the camp so we took our time for the remaining few minutes to get back and just made it before the gale force winds and rain pounded through. Everyone else on the water had hunkered down for 30 mins or so on the nearest shoreline.
The beer was cold.
I was with Slop when that lady's car went through on 31 Miles last winter. That was an adrenaline moment and it made me even more nervous about the ice but...
Jan Lake, SK 2000
Huge storm blew up and turned the lake into mess 3-4' rollers and coming from the worst possible direction...but I'm a sailor and assessed the sea-state at a Solid 2, and we operate our small boats up to Sea state 3...I've been in them lots. You get a little wet but no big deal. It was forecast to calm down by nightfall, so we could run with the seas and then duck in behind the island chain on the far side of the lake. So off we went.
I realised 3 things that day....
1 - I'm not a boatswain and being a passenger and driving are two different things;
2 - Sea State 2 on the ocean is completely different than SST2 on small water;
3 - Inflatable zodiacs handle rough water much better than a tinny.
We couldn't stay ahead and the waves kept breaking over the stern. At one point we came within a hair's breath of capsizing when we fell down into a trough and ploughed into the wave in front just as the roller behind us broke ontop. My buddy was literally jacknifed over the gunwale, half in the water with another 4'-er bearing down on us.
It was nothing short of the hand of God that second wave just "disappered" and didn't come down on us. We'd have been done for if it had.
We managed to get turned and get into shelter...and after we stopped shaking we even caught a few fish.
I'm now a rough weather wimp, thank you very much.
There are few problems in life which can not be solved with a well-placed, high-explosive projectile.
I know that lake fairly well... that lake can get very rough with a strong sw wind.. I have a relative with a nice cottage in Doupe Bay..... good lake for pike and walleye though ... especially after the second narrows up by Shaw Bay in pelican lake
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I know that lake fairly well... that lake can get very rough with a strong sw wind.. I have a relative with a nice cottage in Doupe Bay..... good lake for pike and walleye though ... especially after the second narrows up by Shaw Bay in pelican lake
I've never been to the Narrows (first or second) I always had my best luck in amongst the islands at the north end between Schwartz and Otter Narrows...and a few spots that Marcel Lejan showed me which I am not at liberty to discuss.
Fishing there has gone way downhill. Last time I was there (2007) we caught two walters. I've moved on to fishier waters...but I still miss that place - when its calm
There are few problems in life which can not be solved with a well-placed, high-explosive projectile.
Two years ago, closing of trout season on my birthday I fishing a stick riddled log jam in chest wadders with my buddy. The pool is deep, fast and the water is cold. My buddy was drifting the log jam when he got a fish on. He was was playing it well until he when to the top of the ripping "riffle" and stuck there. I docked my fly rod and started to cross over to help him out of the riffle. The bottom was lose slippery. The current overtook me and before I knew it I was swept into the run up to my neck. I overhand swam and corkscrewed my body into the fastest part of the "fun" as I felt my chest wadders filling up with water. Good thing I cork screwed my torso and legs and stayed out of the sticks. I got a good look at the log jam and if I had went in I wouldn't've gotten out, regardless of the fact that I'm a former competitive swimmer.
Also, I saved the birthday beers until after the fishing. Had I fetted myself earlier, I probably wouldn't of had the instinct to swim out like I did.
Now if I have to go in, the wadding boots and wadders are off. And I'm always wearing a belt and light waddind boots as the cork screw move is more effective than kickinng my feet.
Early eighties aboard HMCS Annaplois in the Atlantic Ocean. Estimated 80 to 90 foot waves. Upper deck out of bounds for 7 days. You could go on the bridge and look out the windows and see nothing but a wall of water and then see nothing but sky as the ship road the waves. Waves were high enough to come into the ship through the boiler air intakes at the top of the funnels.
Lots of sea sick sailors during that time. When it was over there were no guard rails left on the upper deck and all the life rafts were gone.
It was rough enough to tear the gun mount off of HMCS Preserver and I would guess the gun mount weighed about 10 tons.
and we were powering out in fairly rough water and as the boat went down into the trough of a wave, the boat then proceeded to go almost straight up the wave launching it up and out of the water. I was looking almost straight down at Lake O off the stern of thwe boat.
I've moved on to fishier waters...but I still miss that place - when its calm
