Tuesday, July 17: I got up early to find the lake still blanketed in a mist. I decided to take a knoo out with my camera and a fishing pole. I catch a nice, eating sized walleye, but some even nicer pictures of the sun coming up with the mist still covering parts of the lake. No moose sightings though. What I didn't realize was that Matt also caught a couple of pictures of me in the knoo. That day most of us just decided to kick back at camp, doing a little fishing, some swimming, and lots of napping and/or reading. Tom, Matt, and my nephew Brian decided to take a day trip to Horseshoe and Caribou Lakes for some fishing. They were some of our destination lakes if we would have been with the other groups we usually travel with and had done a one way trip instead of a loop. My brother Tom was on a quest to catch some walleyes or big smallies (Oxymoron?) and he thought Caribou was his best chance. While on this day trip, they ran into a couple of groups on a portage that turned out to be the only time we encountered any people on a portage the entire week. They also had another close encounter of the moose kind. Another cow, that allowed the guys to get very close to it in the knoo, close enough that Matt said Brian could have jumped out of the knoo onto the moose's back. After diving underwater a few times, it eventually scampered up on the shore and trotted into the woods. One thing they did not encounter on their trip was much fish. A couple of dinkers, but none even photo worthy. That night, after another huge supper, and some great sunset pics, we tried our luck at fishing again, and again, Tom came up empty handed. To make matters worse, my brother Rick, the one who has the least interest in fishing, using a cheap, maybe two pound test, telescopic pole, fishing with me, manages to land a 22" walleye. Somehow, the landing net happened to be in our knoo. Another one to add to the Wednesday morning breakfast appetizers. And then, off to sleep after another gorgeous day.