Visited the Pike Jam on Sunday, the latest I've ever been there. I would've gone weeks earlier but I've been busy moving so last weekend it was -- the very last day it could practically be achieved if at all. Winter is a shadow of a snowflake away from descending on the North Slave region of the Northwest Territories. It snowed two inches today. The temperature was 23 F on the morning we left for the Pike Jam.
I was hoping to encounter inconnu during their spawning run and would not be disappointed, although the fishing was the slowest I've ever encountered at this place. The inconnu I did catch -- less than 20 of them -- however, were the most splendidly marked I've ever seen. The black edges on their fins and caudal and dorsal scales were somehow even darker, the lateral line more intense. All were males and gushing with milt. No pike were caught.
Anyway, we froze half to death to get there but it was nice to get outside after a month of unpacking boxes and to catch a new perspective on this amazing species of fish.