We wake up to two of my least favorite sounds: rain and a howling wind. It’s still blowing from the east, and as I get out of the tent, I feel the bracing cold gusts. My thermometer on my PFD shows that the temp is in the mid-40’s, and it feels it. Warm coffee and oatmeal help a little, but we are going to be fishing in longjohns, hats, and every warm piece of clothing we have today. We’re feeling a little bummed—we make it this far into a prime walleye lake, only to be pinned down by terrible weather. We’re doing our best to fish the west end, and catch some walleyes and a decent pike or two. [URL=http://s75.photobucket.com/user/MadBirdman/media/Quetico%202016%20Veron/BirdVeronWalleye_zpsufsi8azx.jpg.html]

[/URL] We have lunch in a sheltered cove, and it’s just good to get our jackets off and sit out of the wind for a while. [URL=http://s75.photobucket.com/user/MadBirdman/media/Quetico%202016%20Veron/VeronGroupShot_zpsjqpx4ar0.jpg.html]

[/URL] We’re not looking forward to fighting upwind to eventually get back to our site, but what can you do? Later, when we’re trolling upwind, I have something pretty good sized on. It fights for a good minute, but then breaks me off, costing me my favorite clown-colored Deep Taildancer. We keep on going, but eventually we’ve had enough when the bite was clearly not “on”. Some fish chowder warms us up, but there’s not much energy in camp tonight, as we think about leaving Veron tomorrow.