Back when my father could still heave a musky lure into Canadian waters where the loons serenaded from dawn until dusk, we took an annual fishing trip into the great Canadian Wilderness where we dropped lines in the massive Minnitaki Lake on our quest for monster pike and fleshy walleye bound for the skillet and a shore lunch in pristine surroundings. As with any fishing trip, the fish must be found and hungry before they are caught. If the holes from the last trip are unproductive, underwater structures and weed patterns are surveyed in an attempt to locate fish, turning fishing into catching.
