@AlabamaSpothunter: I don't know if any other BR anglers have fished the wilderness for smallmouth, Alex, but that's been the great thrill of my life. My criteria for wilderness is a little tighter than most: no cabins, no fly-ins, no other people, etc.
Just you, the lakes, and the bass, walleye, pike, and muskies.
It would be a long drive for you to reach the wilderness of northwestern Ontario from Alabama and likely a steep learning curve.
My first few trips doled out considerable miseries, like swarms of black flies and mosquitoes. You can't set up camp at the pretty places, like under a canopy of cathedral pines. You pitch on exposed points aimed at the prevailing winds. Even then, with a canoe over your head, you'll be sucking bugs on portages, but when you enjoy 100-bass-per-angler days, you'll have earned them.
Maine is a cozy facsimile of the wilderness. It's all this old woman can manage. I could still sleep on rock, no problem, and fall asleep to wolf song with a smile on my face, but the physical demands of reaching the wilderness surpass me now.
But not you, Alex.
Not you.