I was in the middle of one in Canada. Tried to fish that evening at the camp, and couldn't. In your hair, in your nose, in your mouth. The next morning there were miles of matted spents floating on the lake - miles and miles. What a waste as nothing seemed to be eating them. The Cree said that the bears would gorge themselves on them, but the pike, walleye, perch didn't seem to touch them.

