(Bunny Lake, Leano Lake)    The pack out of camp was very somber. Sure, we wanted to get home and tell our loved ones of the magical country we had seen and fun we had, but staying in the remote fish filled country seemed like a good idea as well. We were greeted with another nice day and the wind was to our backs so it was a fitting end to the trip. We hurried to the portage to Leano Lake so we wouldn’t have to rush to catch our ride.    On Leano Lake we immediately began to fish. Paddling to the final portage was second to the fishing and the chance to catch that one last lunker. We only put a little forward motion to the canoe in an effort to cast in some “fishy” looking spots along the shore before the others got a chance. The pike were there and willing to participate. We didn’t catch that one last lunker but we did manage to catch a lot.

   Eventually we grew concerned about navigating this lake that was not on our maps except for the little sketching of it we did at the beginning of our trip. The lake was a lot longer than we had thought but we eventually rounded a point we had remembered from our first day. After finding the stream we had entered the lake and hitting the portage, we stepped out of the canoes for the last time. We made the short portage up the hill into the parking area and waited for our ride.

I hope you enjoyed the report!