I am less of a fisherman, and more of a rock and roller...as evidenced by this picture:
One of these rock bass was a record. I caught both of these fish! I know the rock bass is not a desirable fish, but these were big fish. We were far, far, far into the wilderness. Pardon the gayness of this photo if that kind of thing offends you.
We went to the Upper Peninsula (Michigan) from August 1st-August 5th, 2005. We bit off way more than we could chew, but we had an Eagle Scout and the most physically fit guy ever on our side (obviously not me). We didn't have much food, so we ate these fish.
They were tasty.
JamLifeIntoDeath caught this largemouth bass in a channel behind an island all the way across our own private lake. We didn't see people for the duration of this trip (until the last day).
The funniest thing about this picture is that Andrew whipped this fish back into the water really far behind him about two seconds after it was taken.
I wanted JamLifeIntoDeath to catch a northern pike so I'd get to watch him deal with that bullshit.
Where we were there were miles and miles of beautiful forest like those pictured in the above photo. It took us the equivalent of six long portages to get where we were going (we had to make two trips over three portages...it nearly killed us because we overpacked).
I don't know why all these pictures look like they were taken in 1978.
Take it easy, Scott.
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