I left Sunday night and camped out close to Sudbury for the night and then completed the last leg of the trip to the Little White River by Monday morning. Arriving at the river I realized that the fly rod was forgotten at home, good thing I had brought the ultra light with me. I did not catch any trout here but did manage a couple of opener weekend smallies.
Decided it was time for some lunch and found out the bread I had bought was moldy, no fly rod and moldy bread what next. After a lunch of hot dog bun sandwiches I continued down the logging road to the lake passing all kinds of streams filled with specs.
The forecast was predicting rain for the first day or so of the trip so I decided to get on the lake and set up camp before it started to rain and fish the streams on the way out.
I picked a spot high and dry and set up camp on an island overlooking one of the larger sections of the lake.
My front door for the next three days.
That night I caught and released my first laker casting in the narrows between the island and shore.
The next morning I started my daily routine of bacon and eggs for breakfast with a large cup of coffee while soaking in the view.
After breakfast I retreated to the tent for nap as the rain that was to end tomorrow
but would decide to stay with me the rest of the trip, had started.
(Soaked feet for 5 strait days)
That evening I got out for hour or so before it started raining again but managed one for the pan.
A seagull as well as three loons came by to watch me as I cleaned the fish and it was odd to watch the seagull chase the eagle off that came by for his share.
Wednesday morning I caught and released a few more small lakers and then decided the weather was holding off and I would portage into the lake above to try for a trophy laker since it was my last day on this lake.
Bad decision, less then an hour of trolling and the rain moved back in with the sound of thunder in the distance forcing me to head back to camp soaked and I would have to make the decision not to move camp as it poured rain through the night.
Thursday morning woke up to rain, had some coffee and breakfast and waited out the rain. The weather cleared later that day and I decided to stay and fish lakers instead of moving camp to the pike lake since the weather still looked unstable.
Got out for a few hours and fished lakers for a while with no luck and then switched over to the ultra light rod for specs and moved in closer to shore, trolling 15’-20’ deep with a 1/3oz blue and silver Little Cleo.
I notice a shoal on the fish finder and started troll out along it, but not before the hook snagged …………..a hog.
The rod bends over and I’m sure its bottom but then it kicks and I’m saying my thank you’s to the fish gods
. I loosen the drag cause the ultra light maxed and the fish is kicking away like crazy. I’m wondering if I’ve caught my new P.B. spec but it’s hanging on bottom and I can’t see it. Wzzzzzzzzzz it screams off with the line. Slowly I get it close to the boat and it’s a big laker 
, not what I was expecting but hey who am I to complain. This will be my biggest fish on the ultra light yet if I can land it. Wzzzzzzz the drag screams again as it does like four more runs kickn and rolln away. Finally I get it up to the boat and scoop it with the net before it runs off again. I know this old fish is tired so I get it back in the water as soon as possible and after a minute of so it kicks and is off.
29†laker on the ultra light, worth the 4 days of rain
Speaking of rain it starts to drizzle again and while I head into camp I’m greeted by this.
Friday I wake up to stormy looking skies and quickly pack up and head off the lake knowing that the weather is still foul and that going to the pike lake would be a bad choice. I accept the end of my trip and although has been a wet one and I didn’t get in all the fishn I wanted too. That it was a blast and the fish will be even fatter next trip.
The end.
Hellsss no. It’s only Friday and with a short sleep along the way I’ll be home Saturday morn. with lots o time to fish.
8AM I arrive home, have a hot shower and get the phone call from my buddy gramps around noon and we were off for bows. After a little camp dinner the wind calms and we hit the bows full force.
After a small one, Gramps gets into this beaut.
Then we catch several more ending the evening with me wrestling this one which would run side ways then launch strait out of the water 4-5 times before my buddy could net him.
As we sit around the fire with the high test swapping fish stories gramps tells me how he always likes going off fishn with me cause I’m crazy
and how my adventures led to some awesome fishn. 
. Motor died in the middle of the lake. 
