Monday, June 14, 2010 Day Two: We slept in late on Monday, and eventually got up and began to fix our breakfast of waffles and steak. Our condiment pack had no syrup container in it. So we improvised by having steak/waffle tacos or jelly waffles. We also noticed someone did not pack the half-gallon orange juice and milk jugs in our packs (or the other 2 groups too). Oh well, we will survive. My knoo partner was Brett, the older of the two brothers. For Brett, this trip was all about fishing. He loved to fish. In Kentucky and Oregon where he first lived, he had never before caught a walleye, or northern pike, or lake trout. While we were paddling all of the little lakes on our way to Gillis, he commented how this one looked like a good walleye lake, or northern lake, or whatever, even though he had never fished lakes for those fish before. When we got to a portage, he wanted to fish from shore rather than go back for another load. We had to fix that thinking quick. Now that we were here in camp for the whole day, the boys could fish all they wanted. Except that the next thing that was not packed was our night crawler container. So, it will have to be all artificial for the week. In quick order though, the boys began catching small, eater sized lake trout, right off of shore, first Austin, then Brett, then Austin again, and then Wylie, all of them on the old red, daredevil. They even made a little live well in the rocks right near where they were fishing. Sometime, early in the day, I also got my hammock set up and broken in by a few of us, so it would be ready for me to sleep in that night. That night, for supper we moved the jambalaya up a few days to add some trout chunks along with smoked sausage and chicken. It was delicious. With the ibuprofen I had taken earlier in the day, plus sleeping much more comfortable in the hammock then the tent, I dozed off quickly.