If Dryden, Ontario is the middle of nowhere then Lac Seul is truly remote and that is where adventure begins. 

The trip got off to a rough start with lighting and sideways rain making the drive a little more challenging that necessary. Made it to Dryden unscathed but with the truck running on close to fumes, the Titan is a thirsty truck.

Once I met up with Dave and transferred my gear to his under powered Blazer it was an hour ride North to Lac Seul.

The weather started to clear up as we launched the boats. It was a half hour boat ride to I have no idea where on the lake. We find a beach and set up camp. Now it’s time to fish or as I call it throwing lures into the water.

It’s all a little hazy now but this is the best catch of the day.

Skip ahead to drinking around the bonfire and probably the brightest moon I have ever seen (during the night I thought someone left a light on, nope it was the moon.)

The next morning, thank god for coffee, more fishing or losing jigs and bait, we came back to camp for lunch and to refill the beer cooler.

We find the dining tent knocked over and broken with food scattered around. We have a bear! Oops we left food out – come on guys are we new? Clean that up and put food in the coolers. Back out on the water just to have the fish taunt our boat, however, I did manage to land this little guy.

Running low on beer we head back to camp and – let’s call him Al – notices my tent is down. As we get closer to shore he notices our bear is standing by what was left of the tent. Before the boat even stops Al is out of the boat, grabs an axe and chases the bear into the woods. I look over at Clayton who just shrugs but we don’t get out of the boat. Al returns shortly and declares the bear is gone…

We go inspect the damage, the tent is shredded. Good job Dave. He left pears and bananas in the tent which apparently bears enjoy. The bear got the cookies and few other things that were left out too.

Once again we clean up the debris and share fishing lies around the camp fire when I notice the bear poke his head out on the point about 50 feet away, no one seems to notice and I point it out and Al jumps up, yells “f**k you bear!”, grabs the axe and chases the bear into the woods again. At this point either Al is going to die or come back wearing this bear. Nobody seems too concerned  though…lol. He comes back a few minutes later and tells us that the bear is gone again after having an alpha male stare down. He figured if he backed down he was dead so he made as much noise as he could so the bear backed down and ran away. Good times. After that we had an incredible walleye fry up and more drinks around the bonfire. All in all the other boats said they caught about 70 walleye, us however were around a dozen…lol. I guess there is some skill to fishing.

Blah blah blah long hung over boat/car ride home.

At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.

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