Jamie and I left a little early this morning so we could arrive at French Lake right about day break so we could have a nice long day on the water for our first time on French Lake.

It was a gorgeous morning with lots of mist on the water.
The first thing we did when we arrived was to just stand there and admire the awesome view we had. The water was calm, like a mirror, with whisps of mist here and there. A memory I won’t soon forget.
The moon was still high in the sky as the sun came up. A little too high to get in the picture I took but it just made the moment even more precious.

We took the canoe off the roof of the car and piled all our gear into to.
Jamie even brought his trolling motor as this lake is huge compared to the waters we usually fish. It would be too much paddling and not enough fishing otherwise.
Jamie had been here a few weeks ago with his brother in law and had a pretty good day, so we headed to the same spot to see how it was.
Well the fishing was a little tougher than we expected. I was getting a few follows, a couple of strikes but none of these pickerel were coming back for a second try.
I have never seen pickerel act like this before. They usually keep coming back until they are either caught or they get a good poke with the hook and retreat into the safety of the weeds. Very strange day of fishing.
Why Were The Pickerel So Strange This Day?
A lot of reasons for how the pickerel were acting came to mind but really I was confused as to why they were acting so different this day.
I was thinking it was because we were on French Lake where they get a fair bit of pressure plus it was a long weekend, it’s also back to school and the end of summer for a lot of people so the pressure could have been more than usual.
The water temperature had dropped to below 60 degrees, that may have been part of it as well.
The wind picked up shortly after sunrise and before we knew it the waves had picked up enough that they were slapping the canoe. It was quickly becoming dangerous and even though we both swim and were wearing our lifejackets we didn’t want to have to swim.
So we headed to back to the launch site and moved to Chipman to try a few spots there that get more protection from the wind.
It was now much later and warmer by the time we were on the water at Chipman. The water temperature had risen but the pickerel didn’t change, they still only gave us one opportunity to catch them and then they were gone.
We had a hard time finding water in the weeds that wasn’t effected by the strong winds and kept moving all day, trying to keep in coves and inlets that were protected but the wind seemed to be coming from all directions.
We had a few follow to the boat but once they got a look or a little taste of the bait they gave up and turned away.
I managed to catch a couple of pickerel but they were pretty small.
They were still better than what we had been catching to this point which was just air.
Maybe they would have made a good sandwich but still fun.
A little later I hooed into one that was much bigger than the others. I even got it into the canoe so we could take a picture.This one was a bit more respectable.
You can see behind me that the water looks calm. It was rare but the wind would stop every once in a while, just long enough for the water to get calm enough for us to move away from the shore but they were few and far between.
After a day in the strong wind and weeds where the paddling becomes work it didn’t take long to wear me out so when I got home, a little after 8pm, I was ready for bed. I didn’t even bother to have anything to eat.
I was telling Jamie about a kid’s movie I had watched the day before. It was called ‘The Good Witch’. There was a little girl having bad dreams of monsters that asked her how to get rid of them.
The good witch told her to make sure she didn’t dream about fuzzy bunnies that night and told her to keep saying it. I will not dream about fuzzy bunnies, over and over.
The little girl woke up the next day and had only dreamed of fuzzy bunnies, and no monsters.
Well I was blessed and dream of monsters all night. Some were scary monsters but I managed to get them all in the boat and released safely.
I woke up happy, excited and ready to go again.