Well Hello Mr. Musk Ox


It’s July 28 and we are coming off of 2 days of cold winds and rain. We elected to come in for lunch to wring out our gear, put some homemade soup and homemade buns in our bellies and head back out. Just as we finished lunch the rain slowed down to a slight drip drip and off we went.

We headed out and got to our fishing spot dropped the lines and the sun poked through the clouds, the clouds started lifting and the bite was on. The clients said; “man it was constant, every minute you had a bite!”


Big smiles, and a great fish fry at the lodge, hammer, hammer, hammer hitting the rods. The tug is the drug. Between 50 and 60 fish tasted the steel on the line this afternoon. We were hammering high teens and the boys lost some big ones, nothing more frustrating then bringing that baby to the boat and poof I am gone!


In the evening a small group headed out for a walk to take in the scenery and spotted a lone bull muskox moving through a few hundred yards behind the lodge, circling around the bay to the far side for a drink.  Then to top it off as we shut the generator off for the evening we heard Loons out on the water calling. Were you aware that a Loon cannot walk on land? There feet are positioned too far back on their bodies. What a great ending to a day.

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