Following the long winter and cool spring of 93-94, the forest road to the camp became passable only days prior to opening weekend. That year was special for me as I was bringing up several good friends as ‘my guests' to ‘my new club'. Myself having been invited up as a guest to the club the previous spring with Steve Rapley, (son of long time member Ken), we both had decided to 'join up’.
Following that spring trip with Steve, then through summer, fall and winter, I had jabbered incessantly with fishing buddies all about the place. "You have to see this natural beauty! It’s an expedition! So remote and yet so close”> and (of course)... You will not BELIEVE THE TROUT! " Several of them could not resist and were accompaning me. Four eventually became members.
Prior to the current ZEC's coming into being, the club decided they had to do something to dissuade the masses from descending on their beloved Green Lake. It was therefore decided to make the road from the lower Little Green Lake and up the 1500 foot elevation more or less impassable, or at the least more difficult for anyone to reach the lake. The decision they took was to take the very gravel from the road and have it moved into the forest on both sides of the road at strategic locations. This strategy worked indeed, and for the next several decades any travel to Green Lake was long and arduous. We LOVED IT!
Six fisherman were in our group that year and were driven in by our guardian of the time, Laurier Lanthier/ (pictured below). Laurier passed away a few short years later. I feel I was privileged to both know such an gentleman, and to listen to him share some of his life adventures both as guardian of the club and a friend.
Laurier took the interests of members and club to heart. Upon arrival at his home outside l’Ascension, we were all greeted individually as guests of honour. Following this tradition, we unloaded gear from our vehicles and passed it up to Laurier, who carefully placed each item into his trailer or truck. Motors, coolers, rods and grub all loaded, we piled into his V8 Cherokee, and off we went on our adventure to Green Lake.
We arrived finally at Lac Curriere, (which we all still call Green Lake) and all looked out to the lake where winter still held onto a bay of ice. With a big south-north wind blowing the ice out past the island we all enjoyed an incredibly productive fishing weekend, and of course the whole weekend was incredibly enjoyable. Here's hoping this spring will be as fantastic for you all as it was for us!
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| Pete Kambour and Chris Hughes |
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| Catch of 94 |
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| Pete Kambour |
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