Got up at daylight and trolled the mega-diver in front of camp. Didn’t go 100 yards before I caught a nice Northern. Had him for breakfast and then we went exploring to the north. Went up past Warrior Hill and on up the supposed location of the pictographs. I could swear we were in the right place according to the map, but we never saw anything that looked remotely like what we expected. Found a sandy beach and plenty of sun. Carol continued to have issues getting out of the canoe and did a perfect 4 point landing face down on the bow of the canoe. Carol decided to stay on the beach and read while we fished. We caught some more pike, with Donnie catching his first ones on the spinning rod and me catching another one on the fly rod. Caught a nice smallmouth, too. Enjoyed a lunch of summer sausage and cheese while talking about our adventure.

We had a long paddle back to Tiger Bay, against the wind the whole way. Things did get a bit tense and Cuz a bit testy when Donnie insisted on boating the pike he caught trolling in the rough water. Relaxed in camp and ate more pike. They were wonderful! This was another nice night, not too cold. Apple crisp for dessert this time. Excellent.

Quote of the day (from Donnie after Cuz made a graceful face-down sprawl in the bow of their canoe attempting to get out): “Look, I’ve got a hood ornament!”