Sitting low in my father’s canoe, I watched the surface of the glassy water break with each paddle strokes. I had no idea that this adventure would end with one of the most amazing things I have ever seen!
It was the first time my father had ever taken me fishing into Algonquin Park. I would like to tell you where, but I know dad likes to keep a few secrets from our website visitors.
It adds to the mystery anyway.
We hit a lake that is easily accessible for a day trip in Algonquin Park. I was young enough to be new to fishing, but old enough to work a fishing reel. It was an old (new at the time) Diawa closed face reel with a big black casting button.
The weather was perfect. The water was calm. The fishing was on!
At some point during the day I noticed something strange in a small bay on the lake. It looked like large shadows on the water surface. This notion quickly changed when the shadows appeared to be moving and changing directions with random patterns. The shadows were not in ‘sync’ with shadows cast by the trees moving in the wind. We paddled closer into the bay to indulge our curiosity.
“Dad…that isn’t a shadow! It’s schooling fish!”
The shadowy mass was a large school of Lake Trout swimming in the bay. I can still hear the scurry for our fishing rods. It was surreal. We could see the trout reacting (or not reacting) to our lures. I think I watched more than I fished. I jigged a bit with my ‘williams wobbler’ but I was in awe of what I was seeing. The water was very clear. It was easy to make out the trout body features and colors against the rocky bottom. I don’t even remember if we even caught any fish.
It didn’t matter.
I was hooked. That sight on that day still lingers every time I visit Algonquin Park. We have been back to that lake and its magical bay, but the trout were not there waiting for us.
They are out there. Somewhere in the deep.