[for more pics of this trip, please do visit Canning Chronicles]
Given the great fishing the morning prior, I was determined to provide duplication on this day. I got up and headed out by myself again... heedless of warning provided by howling wind. Said wind stranded me at a portage for approx three hours. No big deal - kind of relaxing really. Man did I want to fish though.
Here is the two-gun boat, loaded and ready. This boat is owned and managed by Canning Chronicles.
Here is what I did for the morning of this day... took a nap in my rain gear.
Finally I figured I'd better get back to the group... so I picked my way through the woods and came up around the back end of camp. I spied a bit and gave some phony bird calls - got a good laugh.
Here are some misc shots from the trip...
Anything that can be done can be done better if accompanied by a lil keg-o-SummitEPA.
I did not eat this toadstool.
This is where tick-tock and I slept - under his hand-built tarp. Open sides - no problem - forest floor sucked up moisture and we didn't get wet once.
This is a happy gent, with fish in hand and fish in pan (not that very fish - we didn't eat one smallie).
Six BWCA marauders.
See you next year.