Getting in the Beaver

This is a "beaver". This one was built in 1947. I should have taken a picture of the still mostly original cock-pit. Bush pilots still use them to land on lakes. This is what I was doing on the lake.
This is part of the reason no one has heard a peep out of me for weeks. The other reasons being that game I posted about taking up my online time and I've been in a major funk over the job situation. I thought I had the perfect job lined up and was 99% sure it was mine only to have them decided to try to find someone more qualified. Fishing is more interesting, than my whining. My dad had one of those birthdays that end in a zero this year and my brother and I took him on a fly in fishing trip in Northwest Ontario as a present.

Those are walleye if you can't make them out. The biggest one is only about 24 inches and apx 3lbs. Those are all I caught that night. I also caught a few pike. The fishing was ok. I've done much better with an outfitter that costs a whole lot less than this one and who does a much better job taking care of his customers. I shouldn't complain since this was my first trip to Canada in 8 years. I used to get to go at least once a year but since moving to Wyoming I haven't got to fish like I used to.

A good time was had by all except the fish, whom we ate many of every day.