© 2011 Aaron Atkinson

The Leapfrog Lunker

When Tim and I were kids we would count red-tailed hawks perched in the trees along the 401 highway in Ontario. We tallied our count one summer as we rode with Dad to fish for a long weekend along the mighty St. Lawrence River. In between hawks we’d picture in our minds the fish we’d soon be catching. Fish like the 31 inch northern pike that Dad had long told us about. A monster that he’d pulled from a weed line in the St. Lawrence at Gananoque.

Last week, Tim caught a story of his own. While fishing in the Des Moines River, the fishing gods smiled upon my big little brother when he noticed that the backwater pool that he was fishing was teeming with pre-spawn pike. A flashy spoon wobbled near the surface fooled the beautifully plump 34 incher pictured above.

If his ear to ear grin is any indication, I’m suspicious that Dad and I will not soon hear the end of Tim’s whopper catch.

Hey Tim, on my ride home from work today I saw not one, but two hawks.

And they were huge.

One Comment

  1. Posted April 20, 2011 at 11:31 am | #

    That’s what I’m talking about.

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