Big Bad Burbot
The big bad burbot are back. Start looking for them toward the end of ...
The big bad burbot are back. Start looking for them toward the end of ...
Now that’s the ten dollar question, isn’t it? There is a ton of literature out there that says the early bird gets the worm and the early angler catches the fish. Is this in fact a universal truth, or can we bend the rules a bit? Well the answer ...
It’s Friday, 5:00 p.m. You’ve arrived home after another gruelling work week and aren’t in a great mood. You’ve still got to load up the kids, the camping gear and the food. Then you’ll fight the weekend traffic. It’s going to take you the best part of an hour just to get out of the city, then another couple to reach your destination.
If ever there's a time to get on the ice for some great fishing, this has to be it. The burbot event, as I like to call it, is starting. I was at South Buck, a newly discovered favorite lake catching all kinds of pike by day and walleye by night. The fish were biting strong right into the night and then . I had hooked a heavy, heavy fish that didn't run, but pulled real hard. Burbot have a habit of doing that.
My dad came over from Prince George for a visit, and weekend time meant a day out fishing for pike. While the conditions were windy and the fishing was somewhat slow, we ended up having an excellent day.