Monday, May 21, 2007 The cold rains returned - raking our campsite. We went out fishing anyhow, even plumbing the fishy depths where the Hummingbird insisted there were scores of fish - not a bite. We worked the shorelines and structure - trolling and casting our way to failure. Fortunately the food pack provided better than Lac La Croix this cold rainy day.

A couple of other fishermen decamped across the way - they asked if we'd caught any fish - we knew what they were talking about, Walleyes, not Bass or Northerns for us May fisherman. We shook our heads, they were headed somewhere West in the rain, mist and wind.

Fortunately the wind break protected us from the worst of this day's blowing rain - we sat under the tarp, swapped stories of mis-spent youth, played 20 questions and smoked cigars. All in all not a bad day.