Thursday, August 21, 2008 We decided to dedicate this day to fishing. We got onto the lake at mid morning, and had a bit of activity early. Because it was a windy day, we chose to stay out of the wind a bit and fish the mouth of the Horse River. It was here that my son snagged what he thought was a log. I told him to treat it like a fish, as I positioned the canoe in a way that put him directly over his snag. To the surprise of all of us, his "snag" began to move back and forth across the bottom. By now he knew he had a fish, but he had no idea how big a fish it was. About ten minutes into it, the fish suddenly surfaced for the first time, right next to the canoe, and we recognized that he had caught the largest northern any of us had ever seen. We had actually brought a landing net along with us, just in case we ran into a big one. As my brother netted the fish head first, it became apparent that the net was too small, and the fish thrashed out of the net, and back into the lake. Luckily, the fish was still hooked (medium sized diving Shad Rap), and the net actually got hooked at the same time. It was on the outside of the landing net, then, that the fish was lifted out of the lake again, and into the canoe. Much thrashing ensued, and we headed for dry ground for some pictures. Afterwards, we went back to the campsite, and continued to marvel at the experience. We went out fishing that evening again, but our thoughts were still with the monster my son had caught. That evening around the campfire was especially pleasing, knowing we had a fish story of a lifetime to tell. Very much later that night, after waking very briefly to roll over on the hard ground, I heard multiple wolves howling at the wind. I contently rolled over and went back to sleep.