ON THE LINE: When Animals Attack

I just have to tell you this story.

It happened last year at Muir Lake, west of Edmonton, Alta. If you haven’t fished Muir Lake before, first, what’s stopping you? And second, you need to know that there’s an island in the middle of the lake. You can paddle around this island – one side of it is very shallow and the other side of it is deeper.

The shallow side will get you to the deepest part of the lake quicker. This is the way that I usually take. In fact, I have caught a lot of fish in this area, even though it is only about three or four feet deep. There are a couple of beaver dams on this lake, which is a good thing – they provide cover for the fish and the dams make a great natural resource for the lake. With this and the amount of vegetation and the aeration, Muir Lake is a great hot spot.

I am getting off the main story though. I was in this narrowing between the island and the shore when this beaver swims up to me. He was a small beaver and he just kind of waded there in the water. I thought he was pretty awesome so I took some pictures. Then he dove down and actually bumped my flipper.

When he popped up again, I made sure that I raised my flipper, thinking he would go away. He didn’t. In fact, he actually grabbed hold of my flipper, so I shook him off. Now you would think that he would swim away after this. The little guy just swam around me. I didn’t know what was going on. I know that animals get accustomed to having people around, but this guy was getting too close for comfort.

He dove down and popped back up a couple of times and I tried to nudge him with my flipper. When I told my mom this, she thought I was rude. I told her I had just wanted this guy gone.

Then it happened: the little guy swam behind me and tried to climb onto my float tube. My eyes must have been as big as the moon. I shook the tube with all of my might and started to kick away as fast as I could. My main goal was to get this guy’s attention – “No go man, you’re not allowed up here.”

I don’t know what happened to him but my fear of him popping my tube remained with me for the rest of the day and any time I heard the beavers splash around, my heart jumped a little bit. From that day forward I always took the route on the other side of the island to get to the deeper part of the lake.

Until next time, keep your rod tip up.

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