Monday, 30 March 2015


Planning is going ahead with celebration activities for the weekend of July 17, 18 and 19th in Nipigon. The Nipigon Museum will be adding July 21, 2015 to our plans as that is the one hundredth anniversary of the catching of the World Record Speckled Trout by Dr. Cook, in the Nipigon River.
July 21, 1915.The town of Nipigon will be hosting a festival with activities, games and rides and talks and special guests in conjunction with the POW WOW at Lake Helen.

Saturday, 28 March 2015



By L.M. Buzz Lein, September 25, 1970

Note: The names used are the names of people who were living in Nipigon in 1886.  The prices quoted were current at the time.

(IMAGINE the conversation)

We ran into Mr. J. L. Morris, of Montreal, last July who was a visitor in our area this summer.  He was asked about his interest in this district.

“I think that anyone who likes to fish for trout is interested in this area.  Heaven only knows you can’t escape reading about Nipigon River trout, especially since the editor of Forest and Stream magazine was here a couple of years ago and had tremendous catches.”

Mr. Morris casually swatted at a couple of mosquitoes and resumed his narration. “I think those fellows in Cleveland, Ohio, are more trout crazy than anyone else. Some of those guys come here twice a year!”

“Well,” we broke in, “Did you have any luck?  Where’d you go?  How long did you stay?”

“Luck? Luck !” Mr. Morris exploded. ‘You don’t need luck in that river!  All you do is drop a hook in, and pow!  There’s another one!”

“wait just one lousy minute, pal, “ we shot this one in as Morris paused for breath.  “Do you mean to say this is better than average fishing?”

We thought Morris was going to have a stroke.  “Man, this is better than there is anywhere.  Don’t you ever go?”

A little shamefully, we confessed that we left fishing for the tourists.

“Yuk! Was Morris’s answer.

“That guy, Flanagan, at the Hudson’s Bay Store, says to a couple of guides that this tenderfoot wants to go trout fishing for a couple days.  So Joe Bouchard and Denis Deschamps allow – as they haven’t anything to do for a couple days – so, they took me.”

Morris stopped, took a deep breath, and was off again.

“Yeah.  We went up the river to the first portage about twelve miles from the railway station.  Bouchard and Deschamps set up the tents, and we started to fish – or at least I did.”

Mr. Morris grabbed me by my shirt, looked me straight in the eye.

“Do you know,” he whispered, “I caught 108 trout that weighed over one and a half pounds?  Do you know that at least half of them weighed better than four pounds?  And all this in about 48 hours?  If I didn’t have to work for a living, I’d stay here.”

We did a little mental figuring.  It cost about 50 cents a day for canoe rental, about $1.50 a day plus board for each guide. And Flanagan at the Hudson Bay Store probably hung a little extra on.  The whole deal probably didn’t cost the guy more than thirty bucks from portal to portal.

So, we asked Morris what he did for a living.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “I’m a lawyer and I live in Montreal.  I came to the Lakehead with my brother, Alexander Morris.  Maybe you remember him. He was Lieutenant Governor of Manitoba in, I think, 1884.  He couldn’t come here, but I could, and am I glad.”

“The fish?” he replied, “Oh heck, we ate three or four, and let all the rest go.”

How To Grow A Trout


BY L.M. Buzz Lein

Year 1961 ,

 Beardmore, Ontario

Almost exactly one year ago, I went to a little creek just outside Beardmore to pick up my minnow trap.  I was agreeably surprised on two counts – first, that the trap was still there, and secondly, because it actually contained minnows!

Carefully I lifted the trap and emptied the minnows into my bucket. As usual, I checked to see what I had.  This time I was startled to see a small, 3 and a half inch speckled trout swimming around with the rest of the fish.

Now I have been setting my trap in this tiny wavering creek for years and had never even seen a speckled trout there, before.  In fact, in over twenty- five years of setting out minnow traps, this is the first time I had ever caught anything but bait fish.

So there I was, hunkered down by the side of a small creek, trying to figure out where this little fellow had come from.  If you could have seen the creek, you would have wondered,  too. There was barely enough water in it today it was a creek.  And further down stream, instead of getting bigger, it peters out altogether in a spruce swamp.

I really couldn’t throw this tiny fellow back because if I had he would have been domed.  This creek runs out of water in mid-summer.

So, there I was, just admiring the sleek proportions of this colourful speedster, when suddenly a wonderful idea came to me.  Why not take him (or her) home and put him (or her) in my daughter’s 8 gallon aquarium and see what happens?

And that is what was done.  And that is why there is a story to tell.

When you are suddenly confronted with the job of “bull-cooking” for a small speckled trout you become painfully aware that you don’t know much about the habits of speckled trout.  I referred to all the books I could find on “specks” and got no help at all.

To start with, measure out 3 and a half inches and see how small it is.  The minnows we had were larger.  Except for certain people of my acquaintance no one has minnows smaller than this.

The little trout adapted beautifully.  The aerator didn’t bother him; neither did the temperature of the water.  In fact, nothing seemed to bother him.  The only one bothered was me.  What was I going to feed him?  Did I have to keep changing the water?  What about the temperature of the water?  Would tap water have an effect on him?

My fears were groundless. The trout ignored all these conditions and thrived mightily on a diet of small garden worms cut up into sections about a half inch long.  One worm per day, please, and not a lumpy one.

You could almost see him grow.  The pieces of worm got longer and longer as the little trout lengthened out.

The, when he got to be about 6 inches long, he would eat grasshoppers.  But only those of a special shade of green and about three quarters of an inch long.  If you haven’t tried to catch grasshoppers recently, believe me, it’s a lot easier  when you are eight years old.  Especially when you need five a day.  And of a certain kind.

Somewhere along the line, the trout decided he liked small minnows, and, since he was big enough now to handle them, it was a  lot easier to feed him.  Three minnows per day did nicely.

Then winter set in and the food problem started up again.  I managed to keep enough minnows over the winter to give him two a week.  What to feed him between was a problem.  Liver?  He wouldn’t touch it.  Hamburger?  He wouldn’t even sniff it. Then one day I sneaked  a tiny morsel of fresh beef from the cook, about  one and a half inches long and as thick as a pencil, popped it  into the aquarium and watched it disappear in a flash.

So the problem was solved.  One live minnow on Wednesday and Sunday, delectable morsels of sirloin, T-bone, and porterhouse the rest of the week.  And all that happened is that he (or she) is the fattest 10 inch speckled trout you ever saw… and one that has a penchant for showing off.

If this particular fish is a representative specimen, then a lot of things I have read about in regard to trout are wrong.

You’ve heard that story about trout swallowing minnows head first ?  This one never heard of it.  Tail first, head first, whichever way he grabs them – that’s the way they go down the hatch.   But, he (or she) will not eat sticklebacks.

Trout need cool water to survive?  Not this one.  He lives in water that is near room temperature all the time. And, since my wife and daughter can’t see that 68 degrees is an invigorating temperature, the ambient room temperature must have been close to 72 degrees or at times even more.

Fresh water?  Maybe.  This 8 gallon tank is equipped  with a filter and an aerator.  The water was freshened up about once a month by drawing off about a pailful and replacing it with tap water – cold and unchlorinated.

This aerator is a must. If it gets shut off as it was accidently for about ten hours once the trout shows evident signs of distress.

And when Mr. Trout isn’t hungry he won’t eat.  Any minnows swimming about are as safe as a church- until he recovers his appetite.  Do you suppose this is why trout won’t bite delectable baits displayed for their enjoyment?

A trout’s eyes are not round.  They are tetragonal with rounded sides and as black as sin.  This one uses eye shadow, as there is a distinctly blue area immediately above the pupil.  Must be a “she”?

The most sensitive part seems to be the tail.  It is gossamer thin, alive with nerve endings.  It is a treat to see the delicate and precise way that this tail is moved.  Various sections of it seem to be capable of independent manoeuvering.

Trout in an aquarium are not noisy pets but they can be messy.  Like the day the cat got up to lap up a little water.  She stuck her nose into the feeding slit in the nylon net aquarium cover.  The moment her nose touched the water, the trout hit it.  The cat went one way – the fish to the far end of the aquarium, and about on half gallon of water went squooshing all over the living room floor.

Soon we’ll be faced with the prospect of having either to release him (or her) or to get a bigger aquarium.  My daughter’s suggestion that we keep him in the bathtub didn’t get to the count down stage.

Right now the odds are that he’ll be released into Lake Nipigon.  He may get a little hungry then, but he should be safe.  None of my friends are any good at catching trout.