Thursday, September 15, 2011 - ** Day 3 ** Matthew was up and out of the tent around 6:30, checking the camp, and trying to get warm! The calm lake was so fogged over, we couldn’t see anything but our little island, and not even all of that. We made some hot coffee and cocoa, then headed out to try some fishing before breakfast. There were only 2 to be had, but with the wind starting to pick up, and both of us getting cold, a hot breakfast sounded better. Later that day, we lake-tripped for 4-5 hours, walked the portage to Lac La Croix and back, and explored and fished the shores of Takucmich extensively, as much as the wind would allow. It warmed up as the day wore on, and we spent a few hours back at camp. We napped some, pumped water, and just piddled at our leisure. A bald eagle kept flying just over the treetops of the island, and chipmunks kept nosing into camp and back out, looking for something good. We wondered, since this was an island, if they could swim, or if they just got stuck here when the lake thawed? After a bit we ventured out again, hoping for more luck like we had in the afternoon, when Matthew had landed a sure trophy-class Smallie, a real monster, but, nothing. A bit disappointed, we had a good dinner, and then turned in after dark. The wind had all but died by then, of course, and again, no loons. I was a bit disappointed at that. Still it was the end of another fabulous day. Lying in the tent, the air outside was as calm and quiet as a baby, but we somehow drifted off to sleep.