Summer at Slave Lake

Sunset on a glassy Slave Lake

It wouldn't be summer without spending some time at the lake. So after an undocumented adventure to the Swan River involving a broken truck, a bear, a folk singer, a .22 rifle and more mosquito bites than anyone could possibly count, Scott and I headed to Lesser Slave Lake for a little R and R. 

This trip was made all the more special because were able to meet up with some key supporters of The Alliance upon our arrival at the Lake House. These unsung heroes of angling are the sole reason we are able to enjoy the sportsmen's life. By this I mean to say that without them giving us permission, we would never be allowed to venture out of doors. It is with great reverence that I introduce the better half of the Scott and James duo...

Jess and Ashley... Truly Scott and James' best catch ever.

Despite there being 'plenty of fish in the sea', by some incredible stroke of luck Scott and I were somehow landed by these amazing ladies.

Ashley's showing off her fishing skills
(she learned from the best)

There were plenty of fish in the lake too, and we were able to have a feast of a fish-fry. Few things taste better than freshly caught walleye fried up lakeside on a hot summer evening... made all the better by the people we were blessed to share it with.