The excitement was growing by the second. We were flying over scenery that I had never seen from above and so low to the ground. If our trip had of stopped right there I would have has some awesome memories.
The take off was really cool and for me it was the final step to this well planned fly-in fishing trip. We were in the air and barring anything catastrophic there was no turning back. We were on our way to, for all of us, our first fly-in fishing trip.
It was only as we flew over the lake we would be fishing in that I realized just how huge this lake was. It even had rather large islands in the lake. One island had a cottage that was bigger than my house. They would have had to fly everything in to build it. Amazing.
As we landed on the water and headed toward the camp we could see that previous fishermen waiting on the dock. Their time was up and we were taking over.
Forgive the bad photography but I have always shook so bad I could never take pictures without a tripod and the plan vibs didn’t make my task any easier. Fortunately for me the fish don’t seem to mind all my shaking as I caught the most fish. Ha Ha guys.
BTW: I have purchased a digital camera since this trip that cancels out my shakey hands. I am looking forward to using it for my fishing, gardening and travels.
It didn’t take long unloading the planes as we needed two because we had so much gear and beer.
Kerry and I were the first two into the boats after we had taken all our gear and supplies to the cabin. We had our polarized sunglasses on, our life jackets and rods in hand. We were officially fishing first. The sun was up and the glare was on the water but there was no wind and we could see deep into the water with ease. The lake water was a clear as drinking water.
