The late Muskie!

On an evening I was fishing with two friends on a boat on the Lac Supérieur in Quebec, hadn't had a bite in the whole night when just before we left I casted near a dock, pomped really fast, and got a bite. A nice muskie of 6,5 pounds (if i recall) with a W50 red and white wabler william as the bait. The red and white is a win on muskies and pikes!!

We just came home from our annual family fishing trip to Canoe Lake in Northern Sask today after 5 days on the lake.  This is a picture of my husband, my son and myself after our daily fishing.  We caught both of these jackfish on a Williams Wabler W50 pink.  The fish were wild over them all week, they loved the silver sparkle of the hook.  We had two pink Williams and I had a fish snap my line and took mine!!!  I am going to find and buy a few more pinks to put back in the tackle box.

My Dad & I went fishing in Northern Ontario, the first time fishing the lake and 4th speckled trout i ever caught :)

In my opinion the Williams Lure is a Trophy Catcher.
This is all the proof I need ... Here's a picture of my Dad holding the fish.

This is a Lake Trout caught in the Spring of 2009 on a Mooselook Fluo-Orange in the Maurice region.

Got to the lodge on Sat afternoon. Picked up a limit of eater size walleyes in the evening.
Went out on Sunday up the river & tried for pike...........Only got one........20 minutes of work & it wouldn't fit in the net. Had to throw a towel over it & drag it in the boat !!

22# and 46" long.
My wife & son had grabbed the heavy rigged pike rods, & I was left with a light action rig with 10 LB test we had been using for walleye. I was going to tie on a hot n tot & try for small mouth bass along a small incoming creek channel while they cast for pike. I happened to see a blue & silver Williams spoon with a short steel leader lying in the top of the tackle box and tied it on instead. On the 1st cast I felt something bump it & I reeled in to check for weeds. 2nd cast.....nothing. On the 3rd cast.......kaboom !!  Fought him for 20 minutes......He ran my reel out of line twice as there was only about 100 feet of line on it since we had lost line while jigging the rocks for walleye the evening before. My son had to paddle the boat in the direction the fish was swimming to keep my line from breaking.

When I got it in the boat, I found the treble hooks on the spoon to be in both the roof & bottom of the pikes mouth.......He really nailed it & wasn't going anywhere ! The spoon was a little bent up from the fight, but held up well.

Thanks for a great quality product. Going back up again in August & can't wait to try for more.

François caught three trout of 4lbs and one of 5lbs with the NEW Williams Flasher in the Silver color, (F1S-S).  Because the water was very high and the fish were staying a safe distance away, he decided to run 5' of line behind the Flasher.   This did the trick as he was the only fishman to go home that day with the Trout.

Had a tricky outing getting Whitefish and Lake Trout into the boat (since we forgot the net at home!). Williams Wabler Silver and Gold hammered finish (HN) was the key to enticing lots of strikes.

I love this lure!
Caught this 30 plus inch Laker again on Lake Memphremagog trolling very slow.
Its no accident they work!

Max Reynolds doesn't have a lot of photographs of his angling adventures.
Instead, he has a wealth of memories - of fish, of lakes, and of dear friends and loved ones long past. And these recollections, hooked and landed from more than 90 years of fishing, still seem to put a gleam in his eyes. There's little doubt that Max, who celebrates
his 101st birthday on May 14, is perhaps Ontario's most long-lived and experienced angler. He first wet a line in 1916, at the tender young age of 8. The place was Paudash Lake and he recalls being fascinated as his neighbour Mr. Wadsworth caught bass using a fishing pole, hook, and worms. That summer, young Max caught a slew of grasshoppers and decided to try them as bait. Much to his delight, he caught bigger bass than his mentor, and a lifelong love affair with fishing began. His education as an angler was furthered by a family move to the Maxwell Settlement just outside of Bancroft. There,
he recalls spending a happy childhood chasing speckled trout in the local cricks."They were everywhere back then," he says. Spend any time at all with this surprisingly spry old gentleman and you'll realize that he is a walking encyclopedia of local lakes and the fish that inhabit them. He states, matter of factly, that "I fished just about every lake in the country." Though he doesn't get out as much as he used to, he fished for brook trout in a local pond as recently as two years ago - and, characteristically, he caught several. For more than nine decades, Max went fishing every chance he could. He'd ice fish in the winter months and take to the water, trolling for his beloved trout or walleye, from ice out until season's end. Yet, despite this, his advice on angling success is relatively terse. "I'd just tell anyone to get out there and catch fish. You'll learn a bit from each outing and from each person you fish with." When it comes to techniques, gear, and lures, he kept it simple. His largest boat was a 14-foot aluminum, which he praised as stable, and his largest outboard a 9.9. His preferred angling tactic is trolling. He used steel line and says you couldn't go wrong with a gold or silver Williams Wabler or a Dardevle, depending on the lake. "There are probably better lures out there, but these worked fine." Splake, and brook trout always had a special place in his heart too and he preferred fishing for the latter in lakes rather than streams. "They grow bigger in lakes," he says. When I asked him how many fish he has caught, he smiles and says, "If they were all put in a pile, it  would be a big one. But nothing ever went to waste. We appreciated every one." Despite having caught so many fish, Max confessed that he never caught a really big one. "I once caught a 9.5-pound pickerel and some 3-pound specks, and lake trout that were near 10 pounds, but never anything much larger." He steps into his sitting room and then returns with a photo of him holding a 36-inch pike, nearing 10 pounds. It's interesting, but not nearly as fascinating as the platinum blonde wig he's wearing in the photo. He shrugs and smiles about it. "We had a good laugh that day." It doesn't take long to realize that this was probably the norm. He still seems a very happy man. Reminiscing of the old days, he says that angling was much better then. "There were fewer people fishing these lakes then. There was less pressure on them." The difference between then and now, he says, is that there were not as many regulations, and limits were more generous. Access was more difficult too. He tells stories about getting to lakes by horse and camping for three or four days at a time. There's a sense of adventure that flows out of his words and you can't
help but admire him for living in what was a less complex time. Each tale he tells still seems crisp in his mind - the names, the places, the number of fish caught. "Most of those people are gone now," he says, "and the country has changed. There are not man