Day 2 Monday The morning started off cool and cloudy but natured called so I popped a beer and headed back to the throne of shame, beans and spam not only go down fast but they come out just as fast which was good because while sitting there I realized that I forgot to bring two important items bug spray and clean underwear, now the bugs weren’t just bad they were unholy bad, by the time I got back to the tent I was feeling dizzy from the blood loss. In the tent I pondered my dilemma over another brewski and remembered something else that Jethro taught me so I put on all the clothes I brought (both pairs of jeans, both heavy cotton sweatshirts, two pairs of gym socks, and my tennis shoes) the mosquitos couldn’t bite through all that but it was hot as hell. Now uncle Jethro taught me that you could heat birch bark over the fire and the sap would reduce down to a sticky tar like substance that kept the mosquitos away better than anything you could buy so I set about stripping the birch bark off every tree in camp up as far as I could reach. When you make this concoction it smokes a lot and stinks like the pigs eye plant in St. Paul so in keeping with LNT I built a big fire in the woods behind the latrine as it stunk back there any how and filled my big cast iron Dutch oven up and let her boil. While I was waiting I grabbed a six pack and went off on a nature type hike in the woods. Uncle Jethro often told me a man could live perfectly fine off the land on berries and such and I could not believe the bounty of these woods, there were blueberries, raspberries and even little cherries growing wild all over the ground so I took off one pair of my socks and filled them up with these tasty morsels and headed back to camp. Since I no longer had the beer cans to carry I was making pretty good time but I wasn’t fast enough to beat the rain and all my clothes got completely soaked. Back in the tent I took off all my wet clothes and had a lunch of wild berries and pickled sardines, delicious. I spent the rest of the day in the tent snoozing, only coming out ounce in a while to cut down small trees to keep the fire going on my bug dope concoction. The rain stopped and the bugs died down just after dark so I had a few more brew skis and heated a family size can of Dinty Moore beef stew for supper. I hung all my clothes near the big fire in the woods by the stinkbox to dry. Just out from shore at this site was a big flat rock a guy could jump to that was just perfect for fishing so that’s what I did next, or tried to, as actually I lost my balance and put one foot in up to my waist, at least I didn’t drop my rod, or the beer. I sure was glad that I decided to leave the boombox on dry land and just crank it all the way up if it would have fell in I would have been without tunes for the rest of the trip, lucky me. The fishing was great I caught six nice walleyes and one big pike I let them all go thou because I didn’t have a fishing license and didn’t want to break the rules. I then laid back on the rock and watched a few small planes go by way up as high as the stars. A huge Dinty Moore fart snapped me back to reality and I jumped the gap back to camp to turn in. I sure missed my boys, even though the court didn’t let me see them much, then just about midnight I remembered their surprise. Before the trip I had swung over to sconnie to buy the boys a gross of bottle rockets for the trip and forgot to unpack them, these weren’t those cheap little whiz bangs either, I sprung for the good ones, whistlers. So in a fit of nostalgia, and a tribute to my boys I cranked up the tunes and lit off every last one of em, it was a glorious site, I could tell everyone else camped on the lake thought so to because I could hear em all a hootin and a hollerin the whole time. Remembering Uncle Jethro and LNT I scattered the trash and turned in.