My parents are in Ontario fishing this week. My Father caught this 47 inch northern pike. It's a new PB at the ripe old age of 74.

My director was in Ontario the last week of May on Lake of the Woods walleye fishing and caught this 58 inch muskie by accident. Muskie season doesn't open there until June 20.

Fished a new lake today...this 5lb catfish absolutely HAMMERED my spinnerbait. HA!

Caught four LMB's in the 15-16" range. Managed a few bluegill, and found the mother-lode of crappie. At one point I caught 19 in a row...then got hung, broke off the jig...tied on a new...and caught five more in a row. Caught roughly 45 crappie today, all catch-n-release.

8 hours ago, gim said:

My parents are in Ontario fishing this week. My Father caught this 47 inch northern pike. It's a new PB at the ripe old age of 74.

Excellent . Great pic.

Sight fishing carp on the fly. The fly imitates a berry, and they love it. This is my first fish on proper fly tackle. It's crazy, seeing the fish, the take, and then the strong runs from river carp, sometimes into the backing. Haven't been this excited about a bite in a while!

@MassBass - that’s awesome. I used to do that all the time. It was mulberries for me. We also used to have the ’bread’ hatch where a couple of the restaurants around that were on the river had patrons that fed carp leftovers. A bread fly was a fluff of salmon egg yarn tied about 3/4” and shaggy, then coated with silicone floatant.

Then there are the cicadas and cottonwoods. When the cicadas are hatching, everything eats them. But that’s not common given the life cycles. The cottonwood fall is something else. I caught it when I lived in Cleveland. I was bass fishing the river and came across a school of carp. They were sucking in the cottonwood seed clumps as they floated by so I grabbed a white clouser and ripper the eyes off. The first fish that ate it was a freight train of a carp. I had a shorter 5 wt and click drag reel. I was standing on a railroad bridge concrete base in the middle of the river so when it cleared the line and was into the backing I knew I had a problem. I jumped into belly deep water to get off the pillar (the shallow way off was the opposite direction) and chugged down river as quick as I could. He ran out of real estate with the riffle out so stopped enough to let me get some line back. After a bunch of tussle and nearly breaking a couple ankles I got him to hand. It was a 40” class fish with a head the size of a volleyball. It was a 30# class fish for sure. I’ve caught a lot of big carp and that was the biggest I’ve every had to hand.