Morning comes: fish are gone.

It's windy; we fish off of protected shores. Fishing is good! Caught smallies on leeches... caught smallies on spinner baits.   Nothing huge, but big enough to eat.

Mink have den near the canoe landing; now we know where fish went!

No bugs; too much wind keepin' them down. No campfires:  Sigh. We talk late into night around alcohol stove. :)