Sunday, October 09, 2022 This would be the day we would hopefully be able to get out on the water and fish hard for the whole day. We had been waiting the whole trip for a nice day to fish, and when the alarm went off at 5:30 it was dead still outside. We got up and prepared for battle, hoping to hit the water not long after daybreak. We paddled away from camp at about 7:30 trolling through the mist. we stopped at our first spot and caught nothing. We then moved up to our next spot and only pulled one really small bass off of it before moving west to find a campsite for a breakfast warm-up. We stopped at a nice point site just south of Lily lake and made a small fire to heat water. I had forgotten to pack our freeze dried biscuits and gravy but I had plenty of other snacks to munch on. Uncle Fred hooked into a very nice smallmouth casting a jig and plastic minnow into the channel from shore. After the fish fred got a jerk bait stuck off shore and I offered to paddle out and retrieve it. While working my way down to the canoe I slipped and fell face first down on some rocks by the shore. How I didn't get soaked or seriously injured is a mystery. But I was OK and got his bait back. I floated around solo and made some casts but couldn't turn anything else up, so we decided to move on and work the large bay to the east of us. After an hour or so of not producing any more fish from that bay we decided to head to our next spot. Zarek caught a nice little smallmouth while enroute to the next spot and he was pretty excited about it. About 15 minutes later we were at our spot, and it immediately produced a really healthy 5-lb smallmouth bass. We stayed on the spot and kept working it and shortly after that had two 5 pounders on at the same time. We worked it a bit more and coaxed another into the boat before heading off for another peninsula site to stretch, have lunch, warm up by the fire, and take a cap nap in the sun. After a couple of hours we headed back to our honey hole and pulled up two more hogs before eventually moving towards camp. We stopped at another spot and pulled up a small walleye and then headed home to clean fish and get warmed up. What a day of fishing it was. We were beat, sun burned, wind chapped, and tired. We made smallmouth for dinner and everyone at their fill before putting the rest of the filets on ice to take home to momma. My brother is a fishing guide and even he was impressed with the amount of quality smallmouth we locked onto today. The one picture is reminiscent of the old fish camp photos from the early 1900's and was a pretty cool one to have in the family memoirs.