We first decided to conduct a moose hunt in this area after we discovered it with the Outers Club. We had determined that the road into the lake was so bad that nobody would be going into it. We cut a port down into a creek that led into Faubert, and did an exploratory trip a month ago.
The best plans can often be wrecked!
We left early Friday morning to get in early and hunt on Friday. After lugging all our stuff down the port, we paddled for about an hour, dragging over three beaver dams, and arriving at camp around 2:00. Tents were up, stoves burning, and hunting canoes ready by 3:00.
The end of the port, with a mound of gear.
My pals
Paddling the 20 footer downstream
Coffee Brewing, just warming up before we head out.
Snowtrekkers pre-warming
At 3:05 we heard the whine of an outboard motor, and sure enough, a couple of guys were coming down the lake. They stopped in at our camp, and told us that they drove to the end of the lake last night, and that it looked like there had been another party there last week.
Oh well…….over the next three days we paddled every tributary coming out of Faubert. Spectacular scenery, but not one fresh sign of moose. Between the outboard motors, ATV’s and abundance of people from Southern Ontario, the moose had flown the coop!
Triple cold smoked bacon makes the whole trip worth while.
Pulling up a beaver dam on Saturday as we hunted a tributary.
Chainsaw Rob racing by us in his slick new solo.
Dan joining us about 6 k back in the bush.
The whole area is in a burn. We climbed a small rock face and could see for miles.
On our way back from hunting, we found a wreck of an old cabin.
Obvious bushmen like our good pal Robin, as we quickly found a cold handled frying pan.
When we lifted up a fallen down wall, we found the trapper’s permit.
Shortly after that we found an old fishing net, so we assume it must have been an Anishnabae family that trapped back here 30 or forty years ago.
With no moose in sight, we started fishing. This was one of the smaller walleye we caught.
Monday morning we loaded up to take off. A bit lighter this time now that all the beer had been consumed!
Pulling back up the big beaver dams was a chore on the way back.
Not sure where we will go next year, but it is becoming apparent that there are very few places that people can’t find and get to anymore. Google earth, Bing, GPS’ and ATV’s have made the wilderness a very small place!
The best plans can often be wrecked!
We left early Friday morning to get in early and hunt on Friday. After lugging all our stuff down the port, we paddled for about an hour, dragging over three beaver dams, and arriving at camp around 2:00. Tents were up, stoves burning, and hunting canoes ready by 3:00.
The end of the port, with a mound of gear.
My pals
Paddling the 20 footer downstream
Coffee Brewing, just warming up before we head out.
Snowtrekkers pre-warming
At 3:05 we heard the whine of an outboard motor, and sure enough, a couple of guys were coming down the lake. They stopped in at our camp, and told us that they drove to the end of the lake last night, and that it looked like there had been another party there last week.
Oh well…….over the next three days we paddled every tributary coming out of Faubert. Spectacular scenery, but not one fresh sign of moose. Between the outboard motors, ATV’s and abundance of people from Southern Ontario, the moose had flown the coop!
Triple cold smoked bacon makes the whole trip worth while.
Pulling up a beaver dam on Saturday as we hunted a tributary.
Chainsaw Rob racing by us in his slick new solo.
Dan joining us about 6 k back in the bush.
The whole area is in a burn. We climbed a small rock face and could see for miles.
On our way back from hunting, we found a wreck of an old cabin.
Obvious bushmen like our good pal Robin, as we quickly found a cold handled frying pan.
When we lifted up a fallen down wall, we found the trapper’s permit.
Shortly after that we found an old fishing net, so we assume it must have been an Anishnabae family that trapped back here 30 or forty years ago.
With no moose in sight, we started fishing. This was one of the smaller walleye we caught.
Monday morning we loaded up to take off. A bit lighter this time now that all the beer had been consumed!
Pulling back up the big beaver dams was a chore on the way back.
Not sure where we will go next year, but it is becoming apparent that there are very few places that people can’t find and get to anymore. Google earth, Bing, GPS’ and ATV’s have made the wilderness a very small place!
