Saturday, August 4, 2007 + The plan today was to make it back to the end of Knife, across all those naggingly small portages and camp somewhere on Birch. When we got to Birch, we saw what looked like a great, and unoccupied, campsite. Mind you it wasn’t bad…it was just that it was marred with the remains from some very inconsiderate jerks who had left their fish carcasses, skeletons and discarded fishing line both in the water next to the camp’s shoreline AND in the campsite itself! We removed what we could from the campsite and enjoyed it tremendously after that. It was going to be our last night in the BW and the fishing and night sky were both very cooperative. One very large smallie nearly jumped into the canoe, coming up to hit my son’s Heddon Torpedo on the surface. I have to admit…it nearly scared me to death.