“It was always a good idea to keep an eye on Jack, and pay very close attention to what he would bring in on his stringer, because when it came to finding creative ways to recycle a dead catfish or the like, he wrote the book.

In his opinion they made great hot water bottles, and it was not unusual to find one tucked up under the sheets to keep your toes warm and toasty at night…”

If you’ve read any of the material I have been plastered this site with over the past year or so, you will have likely figured out that I have taken up retirement on a full time basis.

While it was a long time coming, as I suppose most retirements are, it has certainly been well worth the wait...

I've done my fair share of fishing over the past 50 years. Some might even say more than my fair share. Travelling in search of fish has taken me to some of the most "exotic" places throughout North America and beyond, but none perhaps more "exotic" than Great Bear Lake.

So what and where is Great Bear Lake or Sahtu?

Imagine a place where the only sound you will hear is the wind and that of your own voice.

Imagine a place so beautiful and unspoiled, that on any given day or moment it can, and will take your breath away.

Imagine drifting through a place where fish float silently just below the surface to soak up the summer sun, not noticing or caring as you pass.

Imagine a place where the Dogrib and Sahtu Dene have gathered for centuries.

Imagine Hottah Lake.