When I was a kid growing up in western Labrador, trouting was one of my favourite summertime activities. I could practically walk into the woods from the end of our street and find a lake (most of the bodies of water in Labrador are referred to as 'lakes' while most of those on the Island are 'ponds') to wet a line in. This particular strip is one I didn't have to give much research to at all...I've lived it! Panel six is indicative of the insect mass in Labrador. One time when I was about twelve or so, I was bothered so much by the flies that I would throw down my rod and run as fast as I could and as far as I could, then stop to catch my breath again while the flies in that location took a few moments to sniff me out. When they got bad there, I'd run back to where my gear had been tossed and trout for a few minutes until the flies found me again! This whole strip is truth.
The 'Jackspath' mentioned in panel five is a reference to my dear departed Uncle Jack who had a unique method of blazing trail through the bush - straight ahead and damn the trees/cliffs/ponds etc.