Wednesday, July 31, 2013 The sunrise crew consisted of my Mom, Dad and I -- probably because we are the only coffee drinkers of the group. The jet boil isn't great at much, except for coffee.  My dad fishes once a year, the canoe trip, but once the fishing fever sets in, he can't let go! Mom paddled us around through the weeds and he was throwing rapalas and I was throwing top water horned toads and a zara spook and it seemed like we were basically catching northerns at will. I see why everyone crimps the treble hooks on the rapalas, I finally got one through my hand while it was still attached to the northern -->not happy making. I crimped the barb and just pulled it back, could have been much worse though. 

We did find a honey hole for bass that was working like a charm. I assumed that most of clove was just northerns except for the Pine River scour hole, but we lucked into a nice little spot. 

While taking Rowan to the 'potty', I followed a lightly used trail and came to the top of our 'hill'. While I had heard of great blueberry picking this time of year, I had thus far been disappointed, well disappointed no more. Endless blueberries were to be found just 30 yards from the throne! The crew could not have been happier. 

Took a trip up the Granite a few portages and explored the area, wish we would have fished a little more but it's tough with the little ones. 

After our Bear Creek Soup supper, we got out for a little more fishing and Rowan caught the fish of the trip! His Kool-Aid mustache and face painted forehead say it all.