Since I was anxious to fish and wasn’t used to sleeping in a tent, I got up as the sun was rising. The rest of the group took advantage of our layover day and slept in. I hooked up my depth finder and quickly learned the difficulties of fishing from an empty, 44-pound Kevlar canoe. Once that nose goes up and a breeze grabs it, you’re pretty much at the mercy of the wind (my inexperience showing). Thankfully, my son Erik got up about an hour latter and joined me on the water. Not venturing far, we picked up a couple nice eating northerns (Erik’s was about 31 inches) so we had a good starting point for lunch. We enjoyed the rest of the day swimming, playing cards and doing a little more fishing.