An Outdoorsman’s Journal

Hello friends, A man would be a fool to admit in front of friends and his wife at a party that the happiest he is in a year’s time is when he is at deer camp and on an annual fly-in fishing trip. But I am telling you I think there are a few people on this planet that would agree that I may have a point. This week’s column is the second part of what was a Saturday to Saturday fly-in fishing trip to Shultz Lake, which is 55 air miles northwest of Red Lake, Ontario, Canada. Chimo Lodge and Outposts is a place where I have a whole ton of my adult history and it is all positive.

Thursday, June 22 High 78, Low 51

What is peace and tranquility? Staying at a cabin that is literally in the middle of nowhere for seven days with people that you 100% get along with. Even if there is a bit of negativity, this group of nine never, ever has a history of dragging out an issue. Our unwritten code is no slackers, complainers or tight wads and it works.

Peace is ending a great day of fishing with your brother and his grandson and then taking a short hike to a rapids on a river and watching the two of them catch 20-inch walleyes on just about every cast.

The same can be said when I think about the two fires that have burnt the bush here, one back in 1995 and the other in 1999. Most people think a forest fire is the most horrible thing in the world. Now the bush that used to be mature jack pine, spruce and aspen is alive with new growth and the moose are loving the tender feed that has been created as they browse and live a much easier winter.

Happiness is seeing the joy on Roger Frank’s face after he caught a 29.5-inch walleye and literally kept smiling the entire rest of the trip. Roger’s walleye had a huge head in comparison to its body and I am guessing it was on the downward cycle of its life, kind of like the antlers on a buck as they begin to get smaller after the aging process takes place. Both Roger’s big walleye and my big gator of the week were released.

Joy is having your day to cook for the entire gang over with. In other words, on that day you do all the cooking and dishes, after that day all you have to do is watch and be served.

Satisfaction is seeing everyone’s hands in the group after the fourth day that are now covered in small cuts because the fishing was so incredibly good that it seemed we were always taking fish off the hook. The size average here on the walleyes has always been about 16-18 inches. This year it was about 19.5 inches with dozens of 21s and 22s.

Joy is sitting around in the cabin at night, watching the cook, enjoying adult beverages, never running out of things to talk about and always laughter.

My dad, the late Robert Walters, was the man who found this place. My brother Bobby’s ashes are placed in a special place we call Bear Creek. When my brother Tom and I hunted when we were kids, we harvested two bears on it as they were harvesting spawning suckers.

At night we have a tradition when we come into camp of doing war whoops as we get near the cabin and do a couple of circles with the boat before we make it to the drive on ramp.

Triumph is winning the big gator bet for the sixth year in a row and knowing that the gang would like to see anyone but me, probably even the Russian leader Putin, win!

My history as a writer has been created by this place. This column was originally called North of the Border and it was while I worked for this same business.

Victory is seeing six members of this same gang get off the plane to replace us at Shultz Lake as we simply have that many people in our super cool group.

Make your own adventure, push yourself, enjoy life while you have the option!

Sunset