This picture was taken in 1990, the first year we fished in Canada and the first time Granddad joined us for a trip.  Because the fishing was decent but not great, and because we had a two-week reservation at the camp (one week is the norm), the camp owner offered us the chance to fish on Karis Lake, a smaller and more remote lake that he presumed no one had fished at all year. 

    To get to Karis Lake, we first had to drive by car to another small lake, hauling only the necessary gear, including a small gas motor loaned to us by the camp.  After we motored across the first lake, we portaged all the gear to a second boat on Karis Lake.

    Although limited to northern pike, the fishing was outstanding.  Together we caught well over 100 fish that day.  This picture was taken immediately after lunch.  Dad decided to cast from shore.  On three consecutive casts he caught three fish, and this was the third.  It weighed 9 ½ pounds. 

    Dad was especially proud of this fish and considered having it mounted.  However, after more thought, we decided that even though it was a nice fish, it was not a trophy, and we figured he would catch a bigger one another day.  He never did, but it would not matter much as he became more interested and more adept at catching walleye.

                                                                                                                                                                                              Andy Peplow                          

Photos by Melissa Peplow