|Motoring across Lake Athabasca.|
Anyone who's ever fished the wild can attest to that, whether they've floated through a roadless stretch of river canyon or put a boat on a northwoods lake only accessible with the help of an able pilot and a plane with floats instead of wheels.
Yesterday, as our guide Louie Isadore manned the tiller on our little skiff as we motored west across Lake Athabasca, my fishing partner Kirk Deeter and I got to see, first-hand, the big lake's cantankerous side. A wind out of the west pushed big rollers across the lake, and Louie, with years at the rudder, calmly bounced us across the lake en route to water that promised big pike and great fishing.
|The waves hit the beach at remote Fon du Lac, Saskatchewan.|
But the wind and the water conspired against us. We figured we were headed full-throttle into a 30 mph wind before Louie wisely turned us back after another five-star shore lunch. Instead of hitting the water out on the big lake, we settled for the productive little hidden coves and bays where Athabasca's toothy pike live and wait in ambush for unsuspecting prey.
And as we motored back into the cove where Blackmur's Abathasca Lodge is situated, the lake calmed down and was downright serene. It's as if it put us exactly where it wanted us.
And that was all right with us.