Williamson island was drenched on fog on Tuesday morning. Same as the entire lake. I paddled around and it was magical. Once I made camp at Williamson, I set up my new tarp on the point. It was my favorite spot to hang out and eat, or look at maps, or listen to weather, or just watch the lake and listen to loons.

The latrine here is very nice up hill away from camp and a dry pine needle path to get there. You could easily put a small tarp over it with all the pine trees around.

Fish guts on the far side of the island are a good sign there are fish in the lake. Not that I needed to know that.

Setting up my tent in between the tarp area and the fire grate. It’s sheltered here and the ground is soft and just a nice spot for multiple tents.

The main fire grate area is a little grassy behind it, but I only used this area to cook and hang my water. It was my kitchen, but I was always over on the point in my little yellow chair. I had a tether to that so it wouldn’t blow away.

It was a nice day. No fish though. No keepers at least. I decided I would worm hunt tonight for bait. That was a success. They come out at 930 or so. But they are fast. Have a knife in your hand and get ready to pounce. They stay next to their holes, or partially in them, and it’s tough to tell which end of the worm is going into the hole. Once the light from your headlamp hits them you have about a second or two before the are a foot underground. I know because the ones I missed, that I tried to dig up were, farther down than I was digging.

Be fast and aim for one of the ends. Youll have a 50/50 shot at guessing right and if your fast you’ll get most of the worm. Only a few did I get without cutting. Most were cut while they were quickly retreating. I looked like a madman I’m sure, and I was talking to myself like I was. But I was victorious. I put them in my titanium cup, and off to bed after a quick check on the weather radio.