
The first night of the trip, the boat was right up against a rock cliff with Peter in the middle. He had no way to cast and just tried a dinky little cast with an underdog looking little orange mepps. Oh, his rod bent over and the fight was on. The line was screaming off the reel and Peter was hanging on. He reeled in 4 times before it came to the surface and then 4 more times before they got it in the boat. He caught a bigger northern than his Dad or Uncle Rob had ever seen.


Peter had a great week. He learned to fillet fish. His advice is to fillet and eat the walleye, catch and release the pike!
They ate walleye for breakfast, lunch and supper. Peter said he made friends with the seagulls because he was the one to take the fish guts out.
His uncle and Dad caught several "two-fors".
JB, our Norseman pilot, sends greetings to Peter.
Peter, please phone JB when you get your pilots licence.