For us we got a really late start, 8 am. We had four portages to reach Phoebe and were ready for them. With the high water we were able to canoe one, we did an "up and over" with the canoes loaded (which I don't like to do and reallly wasn't able to help much anyway). On the 5 rod (third one) we all portaged but the three young bucks wanted to take the aluminum canoe and take their chances going over a nice little falls. I really figured we were going to finish the portage with three wet canoeists but even though they got hung up on the rock they made it over and the smiles were wide and beaming after that. The 88 rod into Phoebe wasn't too bad for me and I was able to double portage which made me feel better.

What a glorious lake! The sun was out in force and we figured there was only one campsite taken as we paddled around and decided on an island site with a fantastic view. The fire grate is pretty exposed but it was a very pretty site and we set up quickly. I was by my tent when on of the youngsters started screaming for me. He had tied into a really nice northern and didn't know how to bring it in. The rest of the group don't fish and didn't want anything to do with the toothy beast so I climbed down and brought it in for him to hold and have his picture taken before we released it and it swam off. It turned out that he caught two more northerns from shore and a small mouth bass that afternoon. I got my gear ready but needed some time to stretch my back and hip and rest a bit. We had scattered showers during the afternoon but around supper time the sun broke through lighting up the opposite shorelines with a brightness that was a sight to behold. My canoe partner, Terry offered to paddle as I fished after supper and I did well with some northerns and small mouth. We stayed on the water until dark. Again, it was a gorgeous night.