This was a fishing/swimming/lazing around Cummings day. We didn't leave the lake, but headed off exploring different bays and sections of the lake, fishing along the way. We didn't even go all the way to the western side of the lake. We only saw one other group of 2 camped on the lake, although it's possible there were others - as mentioned we didn't make it everywhere.

Fishing was not great but not terrible. We again were reeling in some really tiny bass. I'm talking fish that were barely bigger than the lures they were hitting on. Kinda bizarre. When all was said and done by evening time, we had another good size northern and I think 3 or 4 filet-worthy smallies that we fried up for a proper fish fry. Delicious as always.

Fishing was also a little bizarre on Cummings because we were catching fish in spots you'd never really think to target. Trolling across open water, nowhere near shorelines or islands, we'd catch a fish. Then get skunked for two hours working an island with plenty of weeds, trees, rock beds, etc. A little weird from what I know about fishing.

Another night by the fire with a killer sunset. We were not doing great on firewood - it was not easy to find on our island and no one had taken the time to go elsewhere for it. We had a good stack, but for various reasons it wasn't burning great (soggy, wrong species of wood, etc). One of those fires that you're constantly feeding and enjoying 2-minute bursts of flames in between 10-minute periods of fading embers...