Our last full day of the trip started out like almost all of the others, clear and calm. It has been a trip with a good amount of wind but little rain to speak of. All four of us get up and head out for a sunrise and a little fishing. Fishing is a little slow and I catch my wife nodding off in the front of the canoe. She isn't a morning fisherwoman. She talks me into getting off the water and heading in for coffee and breakfast. We did catch a few nice ones, however.

It warmed up nicely throughout the day but the storm clouds began to roll in along with the distant sound of thunder. We swam a little to cool off and fished around the island for awhile until the light rain started. It wasn't a heavy rain, just enough to be a nuisance. We all huddled under the tarp during the intermittent showers while reading books and waited for the rain to end. After a few hours the clouds began to break up and blue sky was seen overhead. The fire was started and we cooked dinner early enough for the fisherman to head out for one more night.

The spot we had located the day before proved very successful this evening and we hauled in plenty of bass. The sunset that evening was easily the best of the trip and for a few minutes the fishing stopped so we could just enjoy the scenery and take pictures. Right around dark I tied on a buzzbait my brother said was his favorite looking for one more lunker. The bait lasted all of three casts as a massive strike from a pike removed it from my line. We hadn't caught a pike in two days and there it was, the only time I've used a buzzbait with no leader in the BW and pow, its gone. Lesson number two learned!

After dark, we head into the comfy confines of our campsite and ponder the beauty of this great canoe wilderness. Satisfied with our pondering, we turn in for the night.