spare the rod

INUVIK, NT

Ahh, the fishing trip... where men (and occasionally other genders) display their prowess at cursing, drinking, scratching themselves inappropriately, and occasionally denying some poor fish a continued existence. Also frequently in evidence on these undertakings are poor fileting skills, mechanical incompetence, and bombast so thick it could insulate house.

Enjoy!


Sadly, the pilot declined our request to troll from the plane while in flight.


The cabin proudly displays my favourite architectural feature of all: the screened-in porch. For the geographically inclined, this cabin is on Point Lake, located within the Gwich'in Settlement Area. Click here for a big-picture perspective. (Point Lake is the lake in the middle of the screen, nearly bisected by a large peninsula with rather narrow isthmus.)


The pilot, relieved to be free of such unstable persons, left quickly.


For those who didn't know, planes can double as convenient tree-pruning tools for those hard-to-reach upper branches.


This photograph was taken Saturday afternoon. The weather was some of the nicest I have experienced in the Arctic summer.


Couldn't have asked for better...


... with certain concessions to the fact that this is still the Arctic.


Yup, I even went swimming.

Now, some quick-witted among you may ask the question, But whereof the fish?

In fact, there were many fish (though not exceeding in number the legal possession limit for lake trout in the Northwest Territories as defined by C.R.C., c. 847--ahem). I just forgot to take a picture.

I'll be back in Ontario at the end of August, but before then hope to have a few more adventures to share. In the meantime, be well.