The Joy of Fly Fishing in New Brunswick

I wasn’t sure if the three of us were going to get out for another day of fishing together but we did. Casey emailed us to see if we were able to go pickerel fishing at French Lake again. He set the date for Sunday as Jamie, poor guy, has to work for a living.

Jamie, Jim(me) & Casey going pickerel fishing

The forecast on the Weather Channel said to expect rain and winds of 20km so I packed clothes for every condition. I even brougth my winter coat to start the day off and was glad to have it both at the start of the day and for the trip back to the launch site at the end of the day.

We knew the Chain pickerel would be rather lethargic first thing in the morning so we didn’t leave early like we usually do. No sense in fishing for 3 or 4 hours waiting for them to warm up. So we left at 7am and we were on the water at 8:30.

Ron, a friend of Casey’s, was going to meet us at French Lake and was just backing down to the water when we arrived.

Ron was alone so Jamie went with him for most of the day, until Ron had to leave. He gets up at 3am to get ready for work, so he came around and brought Jamie back to Casey’s boat around 4pm.

We had a little contest to see which boat could land the most fish. Casey and I had our butts kick as Ron really knows how to hook and land those crazy pickerel.

It was good to meet Ron and hopefully we will get together again for another fun day on the waters of New Brunswick. Maybe next year we’ll get out for some bass and pickerel in the same day.

Time to head home after a great day of fishing

It seems that day always comes to an end too soon but there is always another day. If things go well we may even get one more day out on the water before the season closes for us here in New Brunswick.