Mike Kett

This must be someone else's fish

On Father’s Day eight years ago, my dad had our last day of our annual Canadian fly-in trip. We were targeting walleye and northern, and we wanted a memorable day to cap things off, but that Father’s Day the temperature was just above freezing–it was June! It was supposed to be hot! And with the constant downpours and wind and lousy rain gear, we had every reason to go in and call it quits–but we didn’t want our time together to stop. After 10 hours on the water we had hit our creel limit a few times over and each of us had landed a northern that was 40+ inches. But in spite of all of that, the most memorable part was being out there, braving the elements, thinking, “How could we be so lucky to get a chance to do this?” We leave for this year’s trip in three weeks, and while I don’t know what the weather brings, I do know there’s no one I’d rather be out there with.