THE HEAT IS ON! FLYOUT LAKES ARE HOT
Coming off a tough five days of cold, cloudy and rainy weather with matching challenging fishing, there wasn’t a lot of optimism within the guide crew about Week 8. Getting big fish was a grind, but here in the far north you predict that things will be unpredictable. If you don’t like the weather, wait a day or in this case five days. Right on cue the fishing gods cranked up the thermostat and brought in a south wind loaded with the one thing we needed—heat, and lots of it. The results were immediate and dramatic. From an average of 11 trophies on the last three days of week 7, the trophy count soared to an average of 48 on the first three days of Week 8. That’s a bump! Our eighth group of the season enjoyed five full days of the kind of heat rarely experienced this far north with temps in the high 80s, even touching the low 90s
What did the fish think about this radical weather change? Judging by the results, they loved it, especially on some of the far northern flyout lakes where during the previous week guides couldn’t find that magic number of 60-degree water temperature in the shallow bays. When the bays in those lake get north of 60 degrees, the big pike sailed in from all compass points. It turned into a slugfest, angler against pike. Some battles were won some were lost, but 165 times in just five days a pike over 40″ ended up in a guide’s net. With lake trout and Arctic Grayling trophies, we topped the 200-trophy fish mark for the first time ever, ending up with 206. It was an exciting, high-energy week. The nightly evening slide show of the day’s fish had over the top enthusiasm. The fishing was fantastic throughout our nine-million-acre fishing empire. Our Turbo Otter and Beaver floatplanes were humming all week to reach every corner of it.
And the big fish just kept coming. Our guests landed an astonishing 31 pike over 44″. There were six at 46; two at 47 and one a full four-footer. Everyone played the trophy game but none better than Peter Myhre who had another sizzling week (there are no rules here limiting guests to just one trip a season) with 41 trophy pike. Dave Wallace also had an epic trip with 18 trophy pike. His were not the run of the mill 40-inchers; he landed five at 45″ and brought in the top pike of the week, a brute of a fish that measured 48 inches, sporting a huge girth. Pike of 47-inches were brought in by Rob Parminter and Mike Johnson. And a slew of 46ers were landed. Rhys Reese, Peter Myhre, Angie Erickson, Laci Martoglio and Eric Brown hit that number, but no 46-incher was more memorable than Cole Booth’s. How does an 11-year-old get what for most serious pike anglers would be their fish-of-a-lifetime? That’s simple: they come to Scott Lake. There is probably a 50-incher in that young man’s future. Often the biggest pike of the week at any Canadian fishing lodge (and a fish that would be headline news in the fishing towns of northern Wisconsin, Minnesota or Michigan), 45-inchers were taken by Rob Parminter, Peter Myhre and Dave Wallace who got five of them. Pike of 44-inches were as common this week as loons on the lake. Peter Myhre alone landed five; Jaden Brown (only 15 years old) brought in three; Rob Parminter and Mike Harrell each got a pair and Trevor Myers, Laci Martoglio, Marian Bensema contributed one each to the pile of fat 44ers. With the focus on pike few spent a lot of time looking for big trout, but Dave Bensema found a beautiful 39-incher at the end of his line. Angie Erickson and Laci Martoglio spent most of one fly out day catching a bunch of big grayling on dry flies and each got 18-inchers. And some Trophy Triple hats left the lodge this week, five in fact. Loyd Phillips, Todd Phillips, Rob Parminter, Caden Burnside and Floyd Burnside all proudly wore their hats. Rob, Todd and Floyd will also be receiving the customized 100+Club jacket this fall.
Simply put our eighth week was one of abundance: lots of huge fish, lots of sunshine, lots of heat and lots of laughing. Every evening the expansive deck outside of Laker Lodge was crowded with guests soaking in the cool breezes. Some were playing the “new” traditional game of summer—cornhole (and why can’t someone rename that game?). Some were quietly sipping a summer drink. But most were recalling and retelling the fish stories of the day, from flyout lake to flyout lake. It was a classic week at Scott, kind of week all our guests hope to have when they travel to the 60th parallel. To paraphrase that infamous line from “Animal Farm”, the novella by George Orwell, all weeks at Scott are equal, but some weeks are more equal than others. This was one of the latter. Let’s hope for more inequality down the line.
