As per usual, 3 men crawled out of their sleeping areas while some other younger person slept in. It seems like a running theme at this point. My Dad took a turn going on a solo excursion while my brother and I tried an area that we didnt explore last night. We found one area where the fish seemed to be congregated but in general fishing on McVicar was not nearly as productive as we had hoped. We noticed our Dad on the other side of Kawnipi, although its a pretty narrow lake so it seemed normal. It started to warm up so we headed back to the campsite and awaited the return of out father so we could eat and break camp for a move back to Agnes Lake. An internal clock basically tells us when its time to return to camp, no matter who youre paddling with we always seem to return to camp at basically the same time. Well, on this morning something wasnt right. We waited , and waited, and..... At some point we figured we should go try locate him so we could get on with our day. As we paddled around our island, we did see him coming towards us thankfully. Apparently, he lost focus while fishing, got turned around and ended up back at the mouth of McKenzie Bay. There, he told us he found a couple of guys drinking coffee so he told them he was misdirected and didnt know exactly where he was. After their conversation and re-directing, they sent him on his merry way BACK across Kawnipi. Crisis averted. He probably was distracted by all the fish he was catching!

So, we ended up getting a later start than intended and were on the water by 10:30. We had a series of 4 portages before we would be back on Agnes. Approaching the inflow from the direction of Anubis into Kawnipi, we noticed lots of fish swimming about so we spent the next half an hour catching endless bass and walleye. I guess we know where all the fish were that we were searching for the past 24 hours. A couple of short portages got us to Anubis Lake where we had a quick lunch at a island site. We did find some interesting bird eggs which we later verified as Swan eggs, at least thats what i think we identified them as. Pressing on we battled a stiff headwind on Bird Lake and then a hard to locate portage back to Agnes. It was already 5:00 by the time the bows of the canoes hit the waters of mighty Agnes again, and we aimed for a campsite on an island somewhere on the northern end of Agnes.

We managed to find a site that at first glance was only OK but it had a protected canoe landing out of the strong winds that were pounding us. We were only staying one night so it was good enough to call home for an evening. Usual chores were accomplished and dinner served but with the wind howling from the south the only fishing that was done was from shore. I managed to wrangle in a few nice walleye, the walleye chop was helping the cause Im sure. We all went to sleep praying the wind would abate some for the morning paddle, but as I lay in my hammock listening to the gusts and lapping waves, I wasnt being reassured. About 3:30 AM, a Barred Owl decided that we were encroaching on his territory and made his presence well known for the next half an hour. He was somewhere in the treetops directly above us. It was very loud but pretty cool at the same time. Looking back at this site now, I think I really like it for some reason. Some sites just appeal to you more than others, sometimes for seemingly no reason at all.