It was in the middle of July and me and some of the other scouts in Troop 54 went camping in Boundary Waters. We go there about every 2 years for a week during the summer. We sleep in a cabin at night then early the next morning we wake up pack the vehicles with our gear and hook the canoe trailer up and drove to the landing dock.
We had been camping for about 2 days already when we decided to head to a different lake to go fish. We paddled our canoes through a narrow creek for about a mile until the creek opened up into a huge lake. We had been fishing for a couple of hours and I had been catching fish after fish after fish. We followed the shore line and decided that in about 30 mins we would be heading back to camp. None of the fish we had been catching were anything huge. It was my goal this year to hook a Northern Pike over 35 inches and reel it into the boat. Then I cast my line and felt a bite on my green and white spoon. This fishing lure was a lure that I found in some souvenir shop and had the logo of some camping resort, It wasn’t some high end, fancy fishing lure that the pros use by any means. When I was fighting this fish I knew instantly that it might have the chance to be the biggest pike I ever caught.
and had the logo of some camping resort, It wasn’t some high end, fancy fishing lure that the pros use by any means. When I was fighting this fish I knew instantly that it might have the chance to be the biggest pike I ever caught. I reeled the fish next to the canoe and then came the tricky part. You had to fling the fish into the canoe in one quick motion and if you messed this up you could risk losing the fish. I flung the fish into the bottom of the canoe and we measured it to be a nice 37 inches.
Day To Remember