Sabourin Lake Lodge

Welcome

A Fisherman's Paradise is waiting for you in the heart of Northwestern Ontario's Woodland Caribou Wilderness Park.

Sabourin Lake Lodge is 50 miles beyond the reach of any road or railway, and is accessible only by float plane. Here you will find a fishing camp which has no equal. The natural beauty remains as it was when the first explorers entered the Bloodvein river system; the rugged charm of the Canadian Shield wilderness, the indigenous wildlife such as moose, black bear and timber wolf, the pristine lakes teeming with game fish.

Whatever your expectations, we guarantee you will be treated to a fishing and resort experience you will never exceed, nor forget.

One previous guests experience:

The few days we managed to put aside had finally arrived. The majestic setting of Sabourin Lake Lodge was the finale to the float plane ride. Our hosts welcomed us warmly at the dock. They gave us an introduction to Sabourin's history and traditions as we walked to our private cabin along the beach. The friend who had recommended Sabourin as the "perfect spot" hadn't mentioned how spacious, clean and well appointed our cabin would be.

Each morning, after a good night's sleep under Hudson's Bay Company blankets, a gentle knock on the door would announce the delivery of fresh, steaming hot coffee. After a hearty breakfast, our guides Bill and Charlie would meet us in front of our cabin at eight sharp. With us comfortably seated in our swivel chairs they'd lead us through the maze of waterways to their favourite fishing spots, never very far from the lodge, but in splendid isolation. As we had heard, the fishing was outstanding. Northern Pike provided incredible battles as they struck with unrestrained fury and my mouth still waters as I remember the delicacy of the fresh Walleye our guides skillfully prepared for our private shore lunch.

I don't know which I enjoyed more upon our return to the lodge in the early evenings; the crackling fire we found kindled in our cabin after the chilly ride back that first day, or the fresh beverages, on ice in the bucket, that fueled our "one that got away" stories on the following warm, sunny late-afternoon. The four course dinners served at our private table were superb. After a game of pool, our sons usually took a boat out for some evening fishing while we solved the world's problems relaxing in front of the fireplace.

We had lost track of time and the last day arrived too soon. Look for us up there next year; I'll be the one wearing an old blue hat and a big smile.