Sunday, September 04, 2011 I wont say too much of the trip from Gun to Crooked because there is not too much to say. We traveled the distance. That will suffice. Although we did pass one Australian paddler who I quote “didn’t fish”. I found this strange. ..Once on Crooked we were greeted with a tenacious headwind and It took us about an hour to paddle from the end of the ol 300 rodder to the island campsite on the north end of Friday. This would be our home for the next two days. We had risen very early so we were to the campsite by 11 o clock and had the whole day at our fingertips. It didn’t take us long to get camp set up and hit the water to do some fishing. We immediately caught several (5 or 6) very edible northern of which we kept two (see pictures), but other than that the day didn’t hold too much action. I think my companions were worried we wouldn’t catch very many fish, but I warned them it was the middle of the day and not the primetime to catch any walleye. Just wait till evening I said. And so they waited, and we went out fishing from about 5 till about 9. And lo and behold!!! …….we didn’t catch much, a couple walleye and a northern. Slim Pickins for wetting seven rods. Now I was worried. But not because we weren’t catching fish, but because I so desperately wanted the guys I brought up here to love this place as much as I do. Even though fishing is the main draw for me up there I could enjoy myself without catching a thing because I just get so much joy out of the incredible beauty that is the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. But as it was my friends first trip, they haven’t developed that sort of bond, and they just wanted to feel the pull of a walleye on the end of the line. So we turned in for the night feeling just slightly defeated by ol crooked.