We finally woke up to an overcast and breezy day with some sprinkles, which was more like the weather we had grown accustom to on our previous trips. We were also aware that this was the day that Rev. Harold Camping had predicted that Jesus would come back so maybe the weather was a prelude to the end of the world. I had told the guys prior to leaving that our trip might get cut short if Jesus came back on Saturday, but there wasn't anything I'd be able to do about that and there wouldn't be any refunds :^) I also told them that I'm post- tribulational in my theology, so even if Jesus did show up, he'd have no choice but to leave me behind to experience the Tribulation, but at least I'd get my fishing in. (For those of you who don't know, I am a pastor, but have no idea how and why people bother to pay attention to someone like Camping because the Scriptures clearly state that NO ONE knows the hour when Christ will return, and he only makes the rest of us look like fools...but that's another topic for another website).

Once again, we caught some nice northern in the morning while eating breakfast and then Erik and I decided to head to the rapids we had fished on Wednesday afternoon while Trevor and Brett decided to try the honey hole once again. We caught a few smaller fish and then decided to troll our way to the rapids where the other canoe was. About half way back, Erik snags a really nice eater walleye so we decide to stop and check the area out by jigging. I'm glad we did. Much to my surprise, I limited out in about an hour and a half--only the second time I've ever done that. Erik picked up one more really nice fish and then the bite turned off.

We eventually met up with Brett and Trevor at the honey hole, but it had all but dried up. So we went back to camp for dinner and then the wind and rain came. We had hoped to get out for the evening bite, but the weather pretty much squelched that idea. So we hung around camp drinking coffee and fishing for a few more northern on the slip bobbers and herring.