Normally I make my lists and double check them before heading out the door. This time I made the list but failed to double check it. As a result when I went to set up my laptop last night I discovered I'd failed to pack the power cord. A major oops. Nothing however that lots of dollars and a cab ride around Winnipeg couldn't fix. Note to self, double check the list before heading out the door.
This morning we climbed into the shuttle and headed for the airport. I'd failed to write down the name and address of the charter terminal. No problem, as the driver said he'd just dropped off a loat of anglers and knew where it was. Turns out there are several charter terminals, and we were at the wrong one. A phone call and we soon were at the correct location. Thankfully we'd allowed extra time and there wasn't an issue. Note to self write down every name and location you're visiting.
The plane ride was mostly uneventful. However, it turns out the pilot had a tailwind so we didn't need to stop in Flin Flan for fuel, and make the flight non-stop in just under three hours. Normally that would be ideal, other than I found that morning cup of coffee weighing heavy on my bladder by the time we landed. Note to self, no coffee if there's any chance the flight will be over an hour or so on a plane without a restroom.
Once at the lodge we were quickly settled in, served a late morning breakfast and were on the water by eleven. Fishing was excellent from a catching perspective and we landed good numbers of fish, but no "monsters." The best of the afternoon was a 38 incher that Bill Woodward caught. Myself three feet was the best I could do. But there's always tomorrow. No notes needed on this topic.
Tomorrow it looks like I'll have the privilege of fishing with Duane, the lodge manager. Should be interesting. But he assures me we'll have a guide so how much trouble can we get into? I'll let you know.