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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2014 8:40:17 GMT -5
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Post by jims on Jun 3, 2014 10:39:32 GMT -5
nice photos
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Post by slugger on Jun 3, 2014 11:51:15 GMT -5
OMG!!!!
Dang that's super!!!!
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Post by Slufoot on Jun 3, 2014 12:41:29 GMT -5
Those are some really great photos, looks and sounds like you had the time of your life.
Thanks for sharing!
GOOD SHOOTING!
Slufoot
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Post by ET on Jun 4, 2014 6:01:24 GMT -5
Myers129
Welcome to the Northern Wilderness in my neck of the woods (Ontario).
Glad to hear you enjoyed your visit and seen an assortment of the wildlife.
In the one picture it looks like a Fisher in the tree.
Out of curiosity did you get any camp visitations from the Grey Jays?
Been a while since I last visited some of that part of Ontario but the desire to enjoy some Brookies in the pan seems to grow stronger with passing time. Pickerel are an excellent eating fish but Brookies are on the top of my list when done in butter along with a helping of home fries or hash browns.
Again glad to hear you enjoyed your visit.
Ed
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 10:56:04 GMT -5
No jays that I was aware of at the cabins, but the timber is so thick it's hard to see anything that doesn't present itself. The locals that run the place said it was a pair of pine martens but I believe you're right Ed, it looks more like a fisher. The owner had his 9month old black lab out and it took off after them, he was very glad the dog didn't catch them, he claimed they can really tear a dog up in a hurry. Hard to tell though, according to the locals everything up there is a born and bred killer!
We were really worried about ice this year and we weren't far off, there were still chicks floating around and a couple 4-5' thick chunks laying on the islands. Amazingly tough winters that you guys endure up there!
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Post by ET on Jun 4, 2014 12:44:24 GMT -5
Myers129
It was a long and cold winter this year even here in Southern Ontario.
If the Grey Jays also called Whiskey Jacks were around they would have boldly visited your camp showing very little fear.
The Fisher is one tough little fighter that could tear up a dogs face and possibly blinding him. The Law for Survival rules that part of the country and if you venture deeper into it your survival skills better be good.
That far North you may have possibly seen the Northern Lights and to me that is a wondrous sight to behold or possibly heard the lonely cry of wolves. The loon does have a unique cry I also enjoy hearing.
To newcomers to this environment it can be frightening or even just intimidating but to those who have experienced it and understand it’s rules the sounds are like a welcome home to enjoy what it has to offer.
After reading your post part of me feels I have been away too long from home and need to visit again.
Thanks for sharing.
Ed
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 16:33:05 GMT -5
We have experienced the northern lights in years past but none were seen this year. Each and every sunset makes the travel well worth it, each is uniquely beautiful. The family that runs the place keeps the wolves run out as much as possible, the island a couple hundred yards in front is called moose island because the cows swim there to birth each year. Supposedly the wolves won't swim so this is the only option to evade predators. Agich's keep the wolves run out of the nearby area to better the chance of the calves survival after they make the initial swim to the mainland, they are exhausted even from that short swim and in rough water the Agich's have even taken boats to aid the calves to shore. Talk about a good way to get mama to stomp you into the ground. A sight to be seen is when Stew the owner takes off on foot unarmed to chase juvenile bears out of camp. As a person that doesn't live near such a predator it just seems like you would have to be nuts but the bears sure do turn tail and run!
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Post by ET on Jun 5, 2014 6:06:24 GMT -5
Myers129
Yes momma moose is a force to reckon with if she becomes defensive of her young.
At roughly 800lbs her stomp and kick can maim or kill.
So you’ve witnessed the sport of chasing unwanted juvenile bears. If they were still under momma’s care and she came along Stew would do a quick 180 and go for Olympic Gold hoofing it the other way. In the animal world a protective mother defending her young is the most aggressive attacker IMO.
My favorite time is the night sitting around a campfire at the end of the day sharing highlights and stories. And I’ve heard a few whoppers that could bring tears to your eyes from laughter. Yes you could read stories from a book but the ultimate is hearing them around a campfire especially when a good story teller takes the lead.
When you wonder how much is truth and what was fictitiously added to bring a story alive keeping you on the edge of your seat then you are in the presence of a Master Storyteller.
When all is said and done for the day you glance into a clear sky and enjoy the brightness of the stars for a moment feeling it’s great to be alive to enjoy this moment.
Ed
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