Boundary Waters, Trip Reports, BWCA, Stories

A Grade
by McVacek

Trip Type: Paddling Canoe
Entry Date: 08/11/2012
Entry Point: Other
Exit Point: Other  
Number of Days: 8
Group Size: 2
Day 7 of 8
Friday, August 17, 2012

The decision was made to take the 1000m portage into Kilburn lake to shorten the day and give us time to fish Kilburn. On our way down Upper Kilburn, Chris spotted a dark figure in the water ahead (finally one of his black/dark bushes turned out to be something!). As we paddled closer, we came upon a cow moose eating her breakfast. We snapped some video and pictures all while the dog looked out the wrong side of the canoe and missed the entire moose sighting. Once the dog started whining about our slowed progress the moose sauntered off into the woods. The 1000m portage was located on a sand beach with two large driftwood sticks stuck into the ground marking its entrance. This was in our opinion the easiest portage of the trip. It was an easy path to follow and had no muck, bog, water, or rock to negotiate. There were tons of mushrooms throughout the portage making our two trips great for photos. We had a snack at the sand beach on the other end of the portage, which is marked well with a large upright stump. 

We paddled Kilburn to the campsite on the island in the narrows. While setting up camp, a lone canoeist paddled by with his black lab. We chatted a bit and he continued to the campsite on the point across from us. We ate lunch, Jenny took a brief nap, and then we headed out fishing. The fishing was tremendous and we caught a lot of Northerns and Walleyes. Again, the fish preferred rapalas more than jigs. We kept 2 Walleye for our fish chowder. We had an early supper and went out fishing again, but ended up chatting with our new friend, Tom, who was staying near us. We met his dog, Zip, as well. We swapped stories and Jenny shared a bit of our goose jerky with Tom and Zip. We made it back to our campsite and had a nice campfire and enjoyed brandied apples. At one point Chris thought he heard a toad in camp and after Jenny listened she stated, “That sounds like someone licking our dishes!” We turned on our headlamps, turned to the left, and saw a large mouse in our frying pan moving the fork around inside of it (hence the noise). Low and behold, there was also a toad sitting next to the pan. It was a beautiful last night in Woodland Caribou.