BWCA Day Two (lighting up the morning)

Breakfast is overrated - no offense to anyone who eats it - we love you and everything else... but when you have a strict mission to "fish the sevens" it is hard to sit down for coffee, eggs, spam, etc. - particularly when you can hear fish surfacing. So instead certain folks pull themselves out of warm mummy bags, quickly throw on sweaters, damp cotton socks, etc... all the while thinking how much it sucks to get up but that there is glory and awe waiting on the water.

The morning of the second day provided the best topwater action. Three smallies on poppers, one pike and one smallie on a clouser. It was fun while it lasted. The fish were not large, but stunning none the less.




As I walked the shoreline, the other dudes in the party paddled about in canoes, collecting with deadly accuracy and consistency ridiculous numbers of walters. One after another the specimens were hoisted into boats and strung up for later consideration. Back at camp I photographed one of said subjects as he waited in line. Kind of a dark deal, but we all know that consumption of energy is required.
Second half of the day was spent on another lake - trying to force some more popper action. I think I landed a handfull of smaller fish - including three largemouth, which is remarkable for BWCA but somewhat typical of the fertile bay I was fishing. These pics should tell you that the fishing was not fabulouso... the suspense and the scenery were solid though. Waist deep in heaven can't be too bad.