mark and put up some crazy fights. It was action second to none. We paddled back to our campsite on the lake and set about cleaning our bounty. We got a roaring fire going to produce a big bed of glowing coals. We slow-cooked some fillets over the coals on cedar wood. I couldn’t wait to eat some. I fired up the portable stove and pan and whipped up a batch of fried brook trout in butter on toasted buns.
I can’t imagine a better meal than one you have caught, cleaned, prepared and cooked yourself. It can’t be outdone. Extremely satisfying. We packed the rest of the meat up in freezer bags and placed them on ice in a cooler to take home.
As we sat back on the ground and rested our backs against pine trees, the wind picked up and clouds blew in. We knew a storm was coming, but it was forecast for the next day - when we were leaving. Mother Nature didn’t care about our plans. She dropped the storm on us a day early. At about 3 p.m. it started to pour rain and the wind howled and shook the formidable trees around us with ease. It could explain the fury of activity we saw from the brook trout earlier in the day.
We were glad to have Ryan’s truck at our campsite. We took refuge in there to wait out the storm. LOL, we were there until 1 a.m. We drank rum and coke. We ate chips and chocolate. We listened to sports games on the radio. We joked and laughed our asses off. We couldn’t beat the rain so went to bed.
We woke up the next day to face the fact that it was still raining. We packed up and left.
Still, for that short window, we enjoyed some memorable trout during the outing.
It made everything worth it.
This is why we do it.