Monday, May 23, 2016 The wind is the worst yet today. Since the wind is out of the south and we really want to move, we decide to pack up and go. We certainly love a good adventure. I get the tent packed up as Justin gets the food pack down from the tree. Hallelujah somehow Justin’s knife was clipped on the bottom of the pack. Somehow, when he swung the pack on his shoulder the night before, the knife transferred from his side pocket on his utility pants to the strap on the pack. What are the odds of that? We are both super grateful though because, if you know Justin, he loves his knives. Yay, a good start to the day. As we get on the Kawishiwi River, we realize how windy it really is. The waves were huge but moving with us. It’s a strange feeling to paddle and feel as if you aren’t even hitting water because the canoe is already moving just as fast as the waves. We decide we want to take a site on Beaver if it is open rather than portaging our gear to Fisher Lake and finding out the spot is taken or really bad. When we make it to the site across from the portage to Fisher, we check it out. It has some pretty views from above, a decent landing and a soft tent pad so we decide it will be good for a night or two. We unload our things and quickly set up camp, we are both excited to get to Fisher. Justin read on these forums that it is filled with 2lb largemouth bass and we are intrigued. It took us a little while to find the portage to Fisher, it doesn’t really match the map as it is a little too north. Nonetheless, the portage was nice and easy with just a canoe and fishing gear. We hop in the canoe and my first cast out, I reel in a nice largemouth. This gets us pumped. We spend 3-4 hours on the lake and pull in at least 25-30 of them. It was so much fun. Especially given the wind as we could only fish the west and south sides of north point! We checked out the campsite on Fisher and realize we made a good decision to stay on Beaver. I don’t think you could even land a canoe at the Fisher site because a down tree was in the way of the landing. After we return to Beaver, we fish around for a little bit. We catch a few smallies and some northern, including the biggest hit I felt all trip which broke my line, before heading back to camp for a cold dinner of summer sausage, cheese and tortillas. As we explored the site that night, we saw the biggest garter snake either of us have ever seen, pushing 4 feet.