Hunting
"Our group has been hunting grouse and other birds everywhere. Call of the North is the first place we have ever called "Paradise". We have never seen so many birds! It usually takes less than half a day for all eight of us to get our limit. Joe and Paula are great! We'll be back again next year!" Noel Baxter Long Island, NY About Call of the North Call of the North is located on the…
Drive north to Temagami towards Timiskaming Shores and the rugged landscape of the Canadian Shield slowly gives way to the fertile fields, cattle-filled pastures, and picturesque settlements of the Little Clay Belt. This pretty valley is home to geography more suited to southwestern Ontario and is a continentally significant staging area for ducks and geese travelling to and from the James Bay and Hudson Bay Lowlands. Mallards, Canada geese, shovellers, pintails, scaup, gadwall, teal and…
Published in
Hunting
Tagged under
The Onaman River Resort is surrounded by true wilderness. We got a hint of that driving in, when we saw a lynx hunting alongside the road. Like that lynx, we were there to hunt grouse in classic northern Ontario wilderness. The resort, north of the town of Jellicoe, is surrounded by black spruce, birch, poplars and alders interrupted only by clear cuts, tumbling creeks, pristine lakes and the main road. A bit of history Originally,…
Less than ten minutes after setting up along the fenceline we hear the gobbling of roosted birds. Our decoy spread consists of one strutting tom and two hen decoys placed twenty yards out from a hedgerow in an open field. As soon as the turkeys are on the ground, our guide, Luke Scherders, makes a series of yelps. The response of gobbles is immediate. Two minutes later another yelp produces gobbles that now sound much…
As we made our way silently across a large cut hayfield surrounded by thick woods, I couldn't help but wonder if we might encounter the dog killer. When my hosts, Jeff Gill and his son Michael of Prime Time Pursuits Guide Services, called me a few days earlier to invite me back for another crack at taking my first coyote, they told me that a particularly bold 'yote had recently snatched a Jack Russell terrier…
Thunder Bay is still barren of snow but west of town a fresh four inches reveal deer tracks crossing the bush road into Richard Brochu’s hunt camp - a 100-year-old homestead in the Shabaqua area. Brochu joins Gord Ellis and his Dad, Gord Sr., down a road toward moose country while I focus on a series of large cut-overs near the camp. This is unit 13, traditional moose territory where angular ridges of rock rise…
Published in
Hunting
Tagged under
Like a novice angler happy to catch rock bass off the dock I come to Dryden with a doe tag and the hope to fill it. Not that I'd turn my nose up at a large buck but my limited deer hunting experience has not yet instilled a reverence for bucks and big racks. I really just want to see some animals and get a chance at bagging my first deer. "Oh you'll be able…
Published in
Hunting
Tagged under
Winding rivers, hidden lakes, green bogs and golden poplar passed below as Don Elliott of Mattice Lake Outfitters flew our party of six from Armstrong. The Otter circled a fifty-acre island and as Don coaxed the plane lower across rippled waters five cabins came into view. Clean, spacious and fully equipped they were our base for exploring Northwestern Ontario's massive Ogoki Reservoir. Formed during the 1930's to divert water flowing to James Bay for hydro…
By Tom Goldsmith As a confirmed upland wing shooter, I admit to being a little envious of the hunters who go home from northern hunts boasting limits of grouse. So when given the opportunity to see how the northern half lives, we loaded up our ATVs and headed up to Gowaganda Lake Lodge with shotguns and fishing rods in tow. We felt the key was to go early enough to capitalize on the area's fabled…
Published in
Hunting
Tagged under
By Steve Galea Up the ridge, beyond the wetlands, something was moving through the late summer foliage. Soon, two bear cubs stepped into the open, then, more cautiously, a sow. Even from 100 yards, she looked exceptional. Her back as high as the bait barrel which she cleared of rocks with alarming ease. Though she was easily 300 pounds, I never shot. Her cubs were too small. Even so, it was a great start to…
Published in
Hunting
Tagged under
