Wednesday the whole group was up and ready to go by 6:45. We set out to Lac La Croix. Exiting the 23 rod portage into the Boulder River, we spotted the first(and only) moose of the trip to the northeast at the mouth of the no-name creek by the 65 rod portage. I managed to get a couple distant photos before it slowly walked out of sight. We were in Boulder Bay by 9:00 am and paddled up the west shoreline before fishing for walleye. We didn’t have any luck on the walleye so we split up and started fishing for northern again. We caught a couple up toward Never Fail Bay and then headed to Tiger Bay to take in the sights and fish for northern. We didn’t manage to catch any but did have a couple small followers up to the canoe. Lynn caught one smallmouth, which we released.

We ate lunch in Tiger Bay and discussed what to do with the rest of the day and with the rest of the week. It was decided that TJ and Yeller would head up to Warrior Hill and to the Pictographs while the rest of us broke down camp to head to Ramshead Lake, where we felt we could have some fun fishing. We had camp completely packed up by 5:00 pm and waited for TJ and Yeller to return. Carl and Lynn set off at 5:10 to get a head start. My dad and I waited until 5:30 when TJ and Yeller got back. We then set off with those guys about 10 minutes behind us. We easily found Ramshead Creek and started the 160 rod portage. The portage was long and moderately difficult with the rocks and mud. The mosquitos also showed up for the first time and were fairly horrible along the entire portage, but particularly at each end. We double portaged and had ourselves back in Ramshead creek by 7:00. We were surprised to find that there was another portage in Ramshead Creek, which slowed us up significantly. After we managed to get out of that, we were hastily paddling across Ramshead around 8:00 pm trying to find a campsite. By this time my arms were pretty much dead. We went with the far NW campsite next to the island which was wide open, but did have a nice canoe landing in front. We set up camp as darkness fell, cooking up some Beef Stroganoff and watching a mouse make off with one of our granola bars out of our food pack. We let him have it, as it actually made for some good entertainment watching him drag it under his rock. I went to bed hoping that Ramshead would live up to its reputation on Thursday, since the previous few days of fishing were a bit of a disappointment.