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Jamestown North Dakota 121 3rd St NW 58401

During the boat run to Warehouse Bay I think back on the trip so far. Memorable stuff, like when we reached the border and Canadian customs asked Laurie and Katrina where they were going. Ben piped and said enthusiastically, “Canada!” The guard chuckled and said, “Canada’s a big country.”

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Ben and his sister Erin, who is three and afraid of little, had great fun playing with frogs around camp before discovering army worms which they captured by the dozens, brought onto the boat and played with. They were busy with the boat cooler, eating oranges, grapes, sandwiches, meat sticks, bananas …

During the first week of fishing, we kept only enough fish to eat, but when we did, the live well was a big attraction for Ben and Erin.

So now we are in Warehouse Bay for the beginning of the second week of fishing. It is 10:30 a.m. and wind is blowing up the bay from the open lake … perfect for fishing.

Brad’s 31-inch pike taken on a nickel Dardevle Devle Dog is the biggest pike of the day; Katrina catches several walleyes and pike on a big Dardevle in 5-of-diamonds pattern. A trolled black/silver Husky Jerk is working for me, and by 1:15 p.m. we have taken 13 walleyes, two to eat and three for the cooler, the rest released.

Three more days of fine weather follow, so we motor the 12 miles to McKenzie Bay and catch nine walleyes. My notes say, “One on a Rapala Firetail, Brad uses red-and-white Devle Dog, Katrina a Cop-E-Cat Dardevle in 5-of-diamonds. Laurie is busy unhooking fish but catches a couple on a red-and-white Dardevle Imp.”

We fish Warehouse Bay the following day, I take a pike just under 30-inches on a Rapala Husky Jerk, then we fish the outlet of the Sturgeon-Weir River, taking an occasional small pike. Not a single walleye taken this day.

We get an early start the next morning and are in McKenzie Bay by 9:15 a.m. It is time to keep fish to take home, as we have only one more day to fish. McKenzie Bay does not disappoint … in two hours and fifteen minutes we catch 18 walleyes. Ben has gotten into casting and catches two walleyes on red-and-white Dardevle Cop-E-Cat spoons.

“That was one of your grandpa Jake’s favorite lures,” I say. (Jake left one of his tackle boxes for Ben and the other for Katrina, so it is Jake’s lure that he is using.)

I catch several walleyes on a floating Rapala in perch pattern, get tired of having to untangle nine hooks from the net, so I switch to a Dardevle Imp in blue/nickel and keep right on catching walleyes — four or five more.

It is such a beautiful day I suggest we fish at the red cliffs off the fourth point on our way to camp.

“I’ll troll a Reef Runner while you guys cast Dardevles into shore.”

Brad catches our 19th walleye of the day on a 1-ounce Dardevle in 5-of-diamonds. We release the fish as we are limited out. I catch several pike on the Reef Runner as we admire the red cliffs and the clear, green-tinted water. Katrina and Brad continue to catch pike on Dardevles for another hour until we quit for the day.

It is gloomy and drizzly our last day as I motor to the northeast corner of The Big Island, then northerly toward Moose Bay and the maze of reefs, rocks and islands north of the mouth of Meridian Creek. In a shallow cove where I never would suspect walleyes to be, Katrina catches one on an old orange Heddon Tadpolly Spook, and Brad takes another on a huge green Cisco Minnow plug. We release both. I keep a 28-1/2-inch pike taken on a big Dardevle spoon in crackle frog pattern.

When it is time to return to camp, I creep to the “outside” with the trolling motor, then fire up the 90-horse Honda when I reach deep water. It is eerie … the depth-finder shows 90-feet of water, yet a stone’s throw away are granite reefs of the Canadian Shield, looming up like the backs of three grey whales.

And so the day ends and two weeks of fishing in Saskatchewan, another month of June gone like a puff of smoke and taking another year of mine with it.

Bernie Kuntz, a Jamestown native, has been an

Outdoors columnist for

 the Sun since 1974

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