At this point the trip had turned from a high-paced constant travel adventure, to a chill relaxed experience in the wilderness.

We slept in and fished from shore after our coffee and oatmeal. Not much luck at the beginning. My dog loved this site as there was so much room for him to run around and fetch sticks that my friends would throw to him.

It got windy in the afternoon, so we decided to use this to our advantage. We paddled into the wind accross the lake, and let the wind push us back to camp while we trolled spoons and deep divers behind the canoes at 30-50 feet. After 3 tries at this strategy, we gave up. Paddling into the wind was too much work for not catching anything. So we switched it up and went for smallies because thats what we know best. This turned out to be the right call because we probably caught 50 smallmouth bass in the next 2 days while at Oyster. We ate as much as we could and let the rest go.

~Oyster Lake