With one more travel day before we reach our ultimate destination of Kawnipi, we skipped morning fishing and simply ate breakfast and broke down camp. This site was very nice except for the canoe landing. So far 2 sites, two crappy canoe landings. We got on the water nice and early and did not have a very long paddle until the first portage. The wind was calm so trolling became a focus on the northern end of Agnes. I managed a nice Laker and my brother hauled in two of his own, one of which was possibly the biggest one we have ever caught. We snapped a few photos and all were safely released back to the depths of the lake. Wes in the other canoe also caught his first Lake Trout. Im sure he was thrilled at that sight.

The first 60 rod portage was a piece of cake onto a no name lake then another which put us on Keewatin. We stopped at a site for a lunch break before the last portage into Kawnipi. Of the 3 portages today, the last was by far the most challenging. Rocky, rocky and more rocky. I triple portaged to help out and it definitely took its toll on my ankles. Finally, after 2 1/2 days if long, tough traveling we had arrived on the majestic waters of Kawnipi. We decided to leave the site selection up to Wesley. We began paddling northward on a quiet bay and 3 of us quickly picked up Walleyes trolling. Ah, Kawnipi never fails.

We approached one site but chose to pass on it and continued on our way. Arrived at another potential site and quickly decided it was a winner. We gave it a 4 star, finally a nice canoe landing and situated high up on a nice point. Plenty of room for our tent and two hammocks. Certainly a good one. The wind picked up as we established our home for the next couple of nights, so we fished a good bit from shore catching numerous smallies. There was ample room to roam the shoreline and wet a line. After dinner, the wind had died down dramatically so we loaded up the canoes and cruised a narrow channel just north of camp. The bass were feeding aggressively on topwater, especially liking the Whopper Plopper. Nothing like an evening topwater bite to get the blood going. We fished well past dusk, getting as many casts in as possible before retuning to camp for the evening. We did not see a single soul today, the solitude we were hoping for!