Home to world-class hunting and fishing, it's unusual that a Chetwynd summer BBQ passes without game meat or freshly caught fish making it on to the grill.
A misread slopitch schedule left last night open for an evening fish on Big Lake, 45 minutes northeast of Chetwynd. I hooked up with my found-on-the-road rod into a 56 cm pike. Eyeballing it bigger than previous catches on Jackfish, Dan bonked it on the head with a paddle and slung it behind the boat through-the-gills-and-out-the-mouth style. A botched filleting left us with bones to pick out of our teeth, but the work was worth the prize.
Pretend this isn't blurry
A bald iggle keeping watch
I dehooked my second one
Released for another day
Pre-gutting
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