LIS Loop 2019 - Rivers and Storms
by Gichimon
Trip Type:
Paddling Canoe
Entry Date:
07/14/2019
Entry & Exit Point:
Little Indian Sioux River (north) (EP 14)
Number of Days:
12
Group Size:
2
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Day 3 of 12
Tuesday, July 16, 2019 Finally, a day to relax, fish, and do a whole lot of nothing. The morning started pretty gray and lazy, the perfect kind of morning to hopefully hook some walleyes. We headed out in the canoes with a steaming cup of coffee and began our attempts at fishing.
The day was relatively calm and we found a nice drop off along an island to drift jig. We put in a few good hours on that calm morning. Both of us had a few hits but were not lucky enough to pull anything out of the water. We each caught a glimpse of a fish on our lines, but just as they were about to break the surface, those gorgeous and delicious fish slipped off the jig. A nice breeze kicked up and our tummies were rumbling like the storm of yesterday, so we headed back to camp with breakfast on the mind.
While we were making our way back to camp, Krystal heard a loud hissing sound in some overhanging rocks on the island. We paddled up closer and discovered a young vulture hunkered down in the rocks. We never did see the adult vulture but that young bird was angry as can be at anyone on the water below.
As we ambled our way through another cup of coffee and a delicious breakfast of eggs, hash browns, and bacon, the sun decided to join us. And with the sun, came the deer flies and the horseflies and an apocalyptical number of fly bites on my legs. During this trip, we just had the two dogs, Dobby-do who is a gigantic mutt (Great Pyrenees, Lab, and Wirehaired Pointer mix) and loathes bugs, and then Gichi, our Golden Retriever who couldn't care less about bugs. This photo sums up Dobby's experiences with the bugs on that island site. Head for cover!
We lulled the day away. It was a truly glorious duff day replete with hammock time, naps, swimming, shore fishing, a couple sips of whiskey here and there, and playing Farkle. These lazy days are some of the finest times the Boundary Waters has to offer and we indulged heavily. Tomorrow would be another move day and we would begin the leg of our journey without destinations in mind. We had plenty of time to go where we wanted and stop where we saw fit. We were both full of anticipation on what would come next but had both agreed we would get off Lac LaCroix for while and head into some smaller lakes.
While we were making our way back to camp, Krystal heard a loud hissing sound in some overhanging rocks on the island. We paddled up closer and discovered a young vulture hunkered down in the rocks. We never did see the adult vulture but that young bird was angry as can be at anyone on the water below.
As we ambled our way through another cup of coffee and a delicious breakfast of eggs, hash browns, and bacon, the sun decided to join us. And with the sun, came the deer flies and the horseflies and an apocalyptical number of fly bites on my legs. During this trip, we just had the two dogs, Dobby-do who is a gigantic mutt (Great Pyrenees, Lab, and Wirehaired Pointer mix) and loathes bugs, and then Gichi, our Golden Retriever who couldn't care less about bugs. This photo sums up Dobby's experiences with the bugs on that island site. Head for cover!
We lulled the day away. It was a truly glorious duff day replete with hammock time, naps, swimming, shore fishing, a couple sips of whiskey here and there, and playing Farkle. These lazy days are some of the finest times the Boundary Waters has to offer and we indulged heavily. Tomorrow would be another move day and we would begin the leg of our journey without destinations in mind. We had plenty of time to go where we wanted and stop where we saw fit. We were both full of anticipation on what would come next but had both agreed we would get off Lac LaCroix for while and head into some smaller lakes.
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