Club Scott - Summary of our Latest Trip
So we were 10 anglers setting out to visit Club Scott on june 18th, I was the only one who had been there in the past, most of our co-anglers were some american friends from New York State who had been dreaming of this day for weeks. The group was made up of my friend Terry Phillips, and some common friends and family: Mike, Tony, George, Loren, Goober, Matt, and from Montreal there was my buddy Michel Richard (Mike Walleye), his friend Yannick Mime, and myself.
The 3 trucks headed out that saturday morning, we made one quick restroom stop in Mont Tremblant, we stopped one last time in Mont Saint Michel to gas up, get live bait, beer and junk food. This stop is not an option, because once you get on the dirt road there are very few opportunities to get gas and the ones who sell it will charge at least 50% more than the going price - a word of advice, if you ever go up the Parent road, make absolutely sure to fill up in Mont Saint Michel, before you hit the logging road.
Once we got on the logging road, we spotted quite a bit of wildlife which was exciting to our american friend who are all avid hunters. We saw several animals, including a couple of massive moose right in the middle of the river, and some deer. The road was in fairly good condition, though as usual the truck drivers who go up and down this road were just tearing it up, which means we had to be on guard at all times.
We got there around 2:00 pm, registered at the main camp. Mister Morin warned us that the previous week had been really tough fishing, it had been some of the hottest days in recent memory and the fish found refuge where they could, but they were not feeding "normally". Though some very large walleye were getting caught, in fact just moments before we arrived someone had caught a 9 pounder, and a few days earlier someone hooked a 12 pounder.
We headed in to our camp on Mitchinamecus. We unpacked and in no time some of the guys were in their boats, trolling the bay in front of the camp. Dany Morin was our guide for the evening and he was only picking us up at 5:00, so we had time to relax and try to explore on our own before he got there. We trolled around the island in front of our camp, nothing happened there except for George getting a few bites -let me say that this scenario was how the whole weekend went, if George wasn't getting any bites, no one was. He's quite the technical angler, and so is Tony.
We had a visitor for the weekend, "Freddy" the fox hung around like a dog, we fed him so carcasses all weekend long and he would just always come back for more.
Our guide finally came to get us on an old pontoon which looked fine until 4 guys got on it - the back end of the boat got submerged and the motor hit the water real deep, I was on shore and yelled out to get some of the guys in the front, which they did. Off they went, we followed in two 16 foot boats and started trolling, it was still early to jig.
3 hours into our evening, there was still no fish caught. Dany took us to a good jigging spot in the channel that feeds that section of the reservoir. We caught and released a few perch, not one walleye was caught by anyone, nothing happened on that first night.
We headed to camp empty handed and a little concerned. After all I have been to club Scott several times before and I have never returned home without walleye, never mind 10 guys plus one guide and no walleye. Something was different this year for sure and we were going to have to adapt if we wanted to eat some fish.
Day 2: The boys were eager to try out some of the trout lakes, so they did, early in the morning most of the guys went for trout, George caught a nice brookie, but that was it. The afternoon was spent trying to find some walleye on Mitchinamecus. We were split up into 4 boats, each equiped with a walkie talkie type radio. At some point I asked if anyone caught anything, when George and Loren replied they caught a monster, I thought for sure they were pulling my leg, but the more I listened to the details, the more I suspected they were telling the truth. So we took off to go meet them. This is what we saw as we got close, a 7.8 pound walleye caught in no more than 5 feet of water on a wally diver (I think it was red but not sure)
Day 3: We're leaving today, final chance to catch walleye. We head out toward the dam, and other boats scatter, trying to locate the fish. After 2 full days of fishing our boat still hasn't landed more than one or 2 walleye (I'm not even sure we caught even one!), we fish all morning without success, when lunch time comes around we head out to camp, and there were our american friends with big grins on their faces, Tony caught a 7.2 pound walleye, and Terry caught a 4 pounder, plus several smaller ones, finally some fish was caught, and off they went. The canadians stayed behind to try to land at least one walleye, we'd been skunked so far, only a few perch, nothing to speak of, so we head back to the shallow bay where Tony just caught his 7.2 pound walleye. There was no more than 3 to 5 feet of water, but there was a strong wind with a very good chop, the wind was pushing right into the bay. On my second or third cast, I caught a 4.2 pound walleye, we weighed it but the scale shows 3.7 pounds on the picture... but I know the truth ;-)
Shortly after, another comparable walleye was landed, and then nothing, the wind picked up even more and we decided to head out.
We had a great time, the fishing wasn't very busy but the fish were more than respectable, which was just fine by us.
The 3 trucks headed out that saturday morning, we made one quick restroom stop in Mont Tremblant, we stopped one last time in Mont Saint Michel to gas up, get live bait, beer and junk food. This stop is not an option, because once you get on the dirt road there are very few opportunities to get gas and the ones who sell it will charge at least 50% more than the going price - a word of advice, if you ever go up the Parent road, make absolutely sure to fill up in Mont Saint Michel, before you hit the logging road.
Once we got on the logging road, we spotted quite a bit of wildlife which was exciting to our american friend who are all avid hunters. We saw several animals, including a couple of massive moose right in the middle of the river, and some deer. The road was in fairly good condition, though as usual the truck drivers who go up and down this road were just tearing it up, which means we had to be on guard at all times.
We got there around 2:00 pm, registered at the main camp. Mister Morin warned us that the previous week had been really tough fishing, it had been some of the hottest days in recent memory and the fish found refuge where they could, but they were not feeding "normally". Though some very large walleye were getting caught, in fact just moments before we arrived someone had caught a 9 pounder, and a few days earlier someone hooked a 12 pounder.
We headed in to our camp on Mitchinamecus. We unpacked and in no time some of the guys were in their boats, trolling the bay in front of the camp. Dany Morin was our guide for the evening and he was only picking us up at 5:00, so we had time to relax and try to explore on our own before he got there. We trolled around the island in front of our camp, nothing happened there except for George getting a few bites -let me say that this scenario was how the whole weekend went, if George wasn't getting any bites, no one was. He's quite the technical angler, and so is Tony.
We had a visitor for the weekend, "Freddy" the fox hung around like a dog, we fed him so carcasses all weekend long and he would just always come back for more.
Our guide finally came to get us on an old pontoon which looked fine until 4 guys got on it - the back end of the boat got submerged and the motor hit the water real deep, I was on shore and yelled out to get some of the guys in the front, which they did. Off they went, we followed in two 16 foot boats and started trolling, it was still early to jig.
3 hours into our evening, there was still no fish caught. Dany took us to a good jigging spot in the channel that feeds that section of the reservoir. We caught and released a few perch, not one walleye was caught by anyone, nothing happened on that first night.
We headed to camp empty handed and a little concerned. After all I have been to club Scott several times before and I have never returned home without walleye, never mind 10 guys plus one guide and no walleye. Something was different this year for sure and we were going to have to adapt if we wanted to eat some fish.
Day 2: The boys were eager to try out some of the trout lakes, so they did, early in the morning most of the guys went for trout, George caught a nice brookie, but that was it. The afternoon was spent trying to find some walleye on Mitchinamecus. We were split up into 4 boats, each equiped with a walkie talkie type radio. At some point I asked if anyone caught anything, when George and Loren replied they caught a monster, I thought for sure they were pulling my leg, but the more I listened to the details, the more I suspected they were telling the truth. So we took off to go meet them. This is what we saw as we got close, a 7.8 pound walleye caught in no more than 5 feet of water on a wally diver (I think it was red but not sure)
Day 3: We're leaving today, final chance to catch walleye. We head out toward the dam, and other boats scatter, trying to locate the fish. After 2 full days of fishing our boat still hasn't landed more than one or 2 walleye (I'm not even sure we caught even one!), we fish all morning without success, when lunch time comes around we head out to camp, and there were our american friends with big grins on their faces, Tony caught a 7.2 pound walleye, and Terry caught a 4 pounder, plus several smaller ones, finally some fish was caught, and off they went. The canadians stayed behind to try to land at least one walleye, we'd been skunked so far, only a few perch, nothing to speak of, so we head back to the shallow bay where Tony just caught his 7.2 pound walleye. There was no more than 3 to 5 feet of water, but there was a strong wind with a very good chop, the wind was pushing right into the bay. On my second or third cast, I caught a 4.2 pound walleye, we weighed it but the scale shows 3.7 pounds on the picture... but I know the truth ;-)
Shortly after, another comparable walleye was landed, and then nothing, the wind picked up even more and we decided to head out.
We had a great time, the fishing wasn't very busy but the fish were more than respectable, which was just fine by us.
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