Morning came and I was up early. There were a lot of large rocks just off the point of the camp so another guy and I did a little fishing. Neither of us had a bite. Again we had Mass and afterward had blueberry (dried) pancakes and ham. We packed up and headed for the 200 rd portage to Thumb. After the moose trail we felt like we could handle just about anything and we did great on the mostly flat portage, timing ourselves with our packs at 16 minutes for 200 rds. Thumb was picturesque and straightforward. The small 8 rd portage to finger was easily accomplished and we paddled onto Finger where we hoped to camp and do a little more fishing than we had thus far. The wind kicked up again and the lake was a little choppy. Our first choice of campsites, on recommendation of the outfitter, was on the small island in the northwest portion of the lake. We docked and took a look around. It definitely had a fantastic fire pit high above the water with a great view. However, tent pads were sloped and rocky, and we saw a lot, and I mean a lot of skat. It was smaller and darker than the moose skat we had seen before so it was either many small moose or bear skat. We decided to move on and eventually settled at the south campsite on the larger island. We had the lake to ourselves. The wind was blowing steadily so there were no bugs and the tents were set to dry. I managed to catch a small mouth and another guy landed a 24” pike. We also saw one or two very large snapping turtles that looked like they knew the area had contained fish on stringers and were looking for an easy meal. Those were fended off and we settled in for a meal of capellini (the only spaghetti type pasta anyone should ever eat!) and oreo cake for desert. One fella said he knew how to fillet fish so off he went, but came back with…how does one put it delicately….medallions…yes medallions. Another guy and I decided to clean the fish before cooking and we started laughing. Couldn’t stop. And the more we tried the harder we laughed. It was the last bit of stress from the dump in the lake coming out. The comment, “I’ve gotten bigger fillets off a bluegill” was the break that caused the laughter flood. The hacker, er.. filletter was a little offended but got over it quickly as he knew we meant no harm. That night we were smart and didn’t leave any clothes to dry over night. Everything was undercover….yep, you guessed it…it did NOT rain!