Wycocomagh Big Trout drop off

Time is up for Claire, and we decide on Wycocomagh as the drop off spot. It is close to a bus stop back to Halifax. We meander south from Baddeck anchoring for an hour in Washabuck river. Another fantastically isolated breakfast spot with sea eagles loons and big fish. We move on after bacon butties and before the Mosquitos find us. A gent motor sail towards the Narrows cable ferry and the last lake south. A quick chat with the cable ferry skipper on the radio and he says we are clear to pass as he drops the cable. We manage to sail gently down the lake and decide to have 1 last night in the wilderness before heading to the town. We tuck in behind a headland and sail up to the head of the bay. We are in west cove behind Maciniss head. Very beautiful very shallow and just isolated enough. We go ashore but not too many places to go as always we watch some interesting birds and eagle pass, While fishing quietly behind sheep island an otter comes out and navigates his terrain looking for a last meal of the day.
Tommorow the big smoke of Wycocomagh.
Early start and and 5 K motor to the shallow bay of the Skye river, we put the anchour down in thick mud and know it has set well. We are keel up in 2 metres of water and very secure. Time to find a spot to land the dinghy and find out where Claire’s bus leaves from. So there’s no faff in the morning.
While ashore we walk up the Skye river through the First Nation reserve and into the wilderness part of the river a mile or so up the river we spot some flatted grass and what might be a beaver lodge. No sign of a beaver. We walk on on a river which feels natural and wide I spot some very large brown trout under log and 2 more in an eddy. Tommorow when Claire has gone I will come back and fish for the day.
Claire and I walk down the river wading and pushing through bushes where needed. We are quiet when we get to the pool near the flatted grass we see our first beaver prowling it territory. We snug down and wait hoping not to be spotted. Eventually we see 4 beaver prowling about the pool and even see one drag itself up the bank to grab some undergrowth to take back and eat. Over the next 3 days fate Claire left I fished and watched beaver every day. The Beaver became confident with me sitting still and on the 3rd day they were happy to walk right past me. The trout were huge and plentiful.

Claire and I had had a great rip up from Halifax. Shame it had to end.Read more