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March 9, 2003 Lake Winnipeg

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After the day's nets have been hauled in, the fishermen must work together to clean the fish for market.
Lake Winnipeg has had its share of surprises during the previous week. For the past few days, the infamous winds of this lake have been blowing steadily. We're beginning to realize why the voyageurs considered Lake Winnipeg to be the most treacherous, dangerous, and intimidating lake in the Interior of Canada.
We've been traveling along the shoreline to keep from perpetually getting blasted by the howling winds.
On Friday night we came across a fishing camp near where Warpath Creek enters the lake. There wasn't anybody home, but we decided to set up camp anyway.

Long after dark, we could hear the distant drone of an aging Bombardier slowly making its way closer to camp. We thought, "Maybe it's the people who live here?" Although we both agreed that it was awfully late for fishermen to still be out on the lake.

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Gouley hard at work. He's been a fisherman on Lake Winnipeg for his whole life.

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Tiny Tim took us for a ride in the Bombardier. It was loud and very bouncy, but we couldn't stop laughing at how much fun it was.
When the Bombardier rolled up, it was indeed the fishermen. They had had a long day, and their nets were heavy with the day's catch of whitefish, northern pike, and walleye. After informal introductions, Dave stayed up into the late hours, talking about fishing as our new friends, Junior, Tiny Tim, Arlen, and Gouley, got to work cleaning their day's catch.
The next morning proved to be far too windy to travel. The tops of the surrounding spruce and birch trees were swaying, and the fishermen advised us against traveling. Before leaving to take their fish to market, we asked if we could take a ride in their Bombardier, the un-armed tanks of northern Manitoba.

Tiny Tim was heading out to fill up the camp's water jugs, so he invited us to go along.
When we got to the water hole, Tim cleared away the few inches of new ice that had formed overnight.
Then to our amazement, he filled up the water jugs in freezing cold water without gloves on. After working as a fisherman for most of his life , Tim's hands have become so tolerant of the cold water, he barely flinches.


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Tiny Tim fills the jugs up bare-handed in the icy water. He's got tougher hands than I do.
Throughout this adventure, we have met many commercial fishermen. They are always a captivating bunch, ready with an arsenol of stories and advice to share with us. It's inspiring to meet so many people whose lives are so closely tied to the natural environment. Have you ever thought of working at a job that relies on the forest, lakes, and animals? Why is this job important, interesting, or unusual? Post you comments on the Message Board.

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