I have just returned from a week's fishing trip at Three Rivers Lodge in Labrador. All I can say is what an amazing place. Great food, great company and great fishing. I came across the place after reading one of John Gierach's books. This place is about as remote as you can get for a fishing camp. It's a 150 mile trip from Wabush via float plane. The bug's are big and they bite like hell, but if you want to catch a big brook trout then this is the place to go. I hope you enjoy the photo's please excuse my cheesy grin on some of the photo's.


Remote camp at fifth rapids




Sunset at main camp




Travel into and out of main camp and remote outposts






Some of the water fished








Nice 3LB Brookie




6LB Brookie






7LB Lake Trout




Nice fly caught Pike

Disgusting fish porn.
ON a serious note, how did you fish for the lake trout? Were they close to the surface or deep down?

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Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

The lakers were quite deep down, at a depth of approx 60ft. I’m just going on what the guide said as we had no depth finder. There was the occasional one rising, and I mean occasional. I did try with a dry but I have to confess that fish was caught on a spoon. It took me a day and a half before finally hooking up. I then got a smaller one about two pound. I think the biggest they had out of there was about 33LB. Apparently they catch them on fly occasionally when they move up into the rapids to spawn.

Just wondering as John Wilson had an article in one of the mags a while back saying he was catching themon dry flies, althought the majority were deep.
Lovely photos, what other species did you get?

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Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Nothing else. I went out for the big brookies, but when I realised there were lakers in there I had to try and catch one. The pike were great fun, fishing on an eight weight with a deerhair mouse.

There are also whitefish in the rivers but I didn't catch one. I think someone in camp had a fairly decent one. They also do fly-out's for Arctic Char, which is something I would have loved to have done, although I can use that as an excuse for another trip.