Ontario- My home!

I was visting the Ontario Angler website and admired their description of my home province. Ontario is a great province and has many lakes that offers great fishing for any avid anglers out there. Maybe I will run into you on a lake somewhere, of course I will have the bigger fish! ;)

Here is their description, they do it justice:

Imagine a place where nature is in its most natural state, where lakes teem with fish and the abundant scenery will leave you breathless. Picture for yourself crystal-clear water or the lone call of the majestic loon, while savouring the soft splash made as your lure breaks the tranquil silence surrounding you. This utopia is none other than Ontario - an accessible paradise that you can call your very own.


Ontario boasts more than 400,000 lakes, rivers and streams - enough water to quench the thirst of even the most ardent angler. From fly-rodding for trout to waging war with the mighty muskie, the possibilities for world-class fishing are endless. If your style of fishing is to wade a pristine stream or to troll the largest of lakes, we have the perfect spot to lure you in. Be the first to cast a line to fish that have yet to see an artificial bait. Re-discover your inner-child while staring at the massive pine trees that line the shore. Revel in the excitement and exhilaration as you lift the net under yet another formidable adversary, all the time wondering why you never made this pilgrimage before. Dreams can come true, and Ontario is just what you have been wishing for.

Ontario boasts the world's largest number of lakeside resorts and lodges; one of which will be sure to suit your needs and budget. Take a short drive from the bustling city to a hidden retreat, or board a plane for a fly-in getaway, either way you can be assured of professional service and a "shore lunch" to remember.

Once summer makes way for winter, a new realm of fishing is at your doorstep. Take part in the ritual of ice fishing, and discover the incredible way this activity can warm your soul on even the most cold of days. Whether you prefer to brave the elements or warm up in an outfitters hut, the results through the ice will amaze and delight you.

Have a look at the rest of this website and learn where the fish are and how to fish for them as the fishing season passes from spring to fall.
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You can visit the Ontario Angler Website here:

http://www.ontarioangler.net/

The Fisherman Of Mordialloc Creek

The Fisherman Of Mordialloc Creek


Old Charlie liked his fishing near as much
As quaffing beer and swapping yarns and such
And telling tales of fish that got away
And fish that he will catch some other day.

In vain he'd tried to catch the king of schnapper,
The biggest and the best, a true blue scrapper;
Presenting hypothetic angled catch
To mates - if thought and deed could match.

A little boat of blue, his pride and joy
In Mordi Creek quite near the hoi polloi
Has roomy prow for storing booze and food;
Against the stern rests outboard motor rude.

In spring, one morning early, mist lies thick
In sombre oily seas all grey and slick,
Our Charlie clutches beer and fishing tackle
Against his ample paunch, while seagulls cackle.

He steers in silence from creek to ocean,
The motor mutters muffled commotion,
There's naught to see excepting hull and gull,
Flat water, grey mist, blue boat and sea dull.

The vessel sails over Port Phillip Bay
'til Captain Charlie stops the motor's neigh
And drops the anchor, he will settle down
To fish for reputation's high renown.

A microcosm: Charlie, boat and gull
All set in leaden seas, a peaceful lull;
The fog's closed in and deadens sight and sound,
The empty beer cans hardly move around.

The sea's a mirror netting cold reflections
Revealing disaffected imperfections
Of angler, albatross and aging vessel,
Whilst bird and empty cans in waters nestle.

A sound, a closet noise, a gulping slurp,
A ripple where the gull had sat - a burp.
Surprised, he cracks a can, a penny spent,
The milky sea and Chas do not lament.

And something bumps the hull, the changing tide?
Mysterious shadows move along the side,
His bladder weakens, now his tummy rumbles:
A swallowed gull results in mindless fumbles.

His rod convulses, bucking through the rail,
He sweats from cheek and brow both plump and pale,
With trembling hands he seeks another beer,
He disbelieves his eyes, its very queer.

He sees a contemplating fish capacious,
Tired tacke, torn, adorns its jaws voracious;
It fancies Chas, he looks into it eyes,
Cold-blooded and soulless, ancient and wise.

Old orbs apart by three foot six and tiny,
They stare, dead still, from out the briny
Unwinking, unthinking - Chas feels transfixed,
He wets his pants and prays, his feelings mixed.

By being present the cranium suggested
An inherent right to Chas ingested,
A malignant yet emotionless look -
And dangling from its mouth is Charlie's hook.

The head is massive, pewter-smooth and flat,
A barnacle bedecked aristocrat
And Charles, incontinent, batting eyelid,
Now faced primordial matter, grog forbid.

No sign of Chas only his wooden boat,
No fishing rod, no fish, no bait afloat,
A dead seagull, white and bloody, drifts abaft,
Empty cans of beer encircle Charlie's craft,

Old Chas will never catch that schnapper now,
It must have been a heart attack, and how,
Perhaps brought on by all the beer he drank
While fishing in the early morning dank.

We beached the boat without our mate's consent,
And turned it upside down, no ill intent,
Inspecting it, two rows of deep scratching
Were found, like jaws, four feet wide and matching.

Old Charlie liked his fishing near as much
As quaffing beer and swapping yarns and such
And telling tales of fish that got away
And fish that he will catch some other day.
He never told his final fishing tale:
Of fish that fancied fishermen in ale.

Copyright; Fred Curtis

Online Fishing Game!

Can't always get out and fish for real but that doesn't mean you can't fish here,lol. Found this cute little fishing game that might help pass the time until you can fish for real!



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My favorite fishing poem:

I like to look at fishermen

And often times I wish

One would be lucky now and then

And catch a little fish.

I watch them statuesquely stand,

And at the water look;

But if they pull their float to land

It's just to bait a hook.

I ponder the psychology

That roots them in their place;

And wonder at the calm I see

In ever angler's face.

There is such patience in their eyes,

Beside the river's brink;

And waiting for a bite or rise

I do not think they think.

Or else they are just gentle men,

Who love--they know not why,

Greeen grace of trees or water when

It wimples to the sky . . .

Sweet simple souls! As vain I watch

My heart to you is kind:

Most precious prize of all you catch,

--Just Peace of Mind.
 
Fisherfolk

BY
Robert Service