Basswood as the rain and mist moved across the lake. We fished more that evening but threw them all back. The next morning Pat and I tried the island once more. With ten minutes to go before we had to pack to leave Pat tied into a huge bass. It made the day for him. We released him. The paddle out was the best we'd had all weekend. The sky was blue and the winds were gentle. We had a nice lunch between the portages. It was sad to go back to civilization but great to have such a great day to paddle.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Pat and Pam to Basswood, 7-12-15
We paddled away from the Fall Lake landing hoping for adventure. We were chased by thunderstorms the last two miles. We felt safe on the portages but the thunder seemed to get closer and closer the farther we paddled. We got to a nice campsite on the north side of Wegen's point about thirty minutes before it started to rain. This gave us time to pitch the tarp and tents. That afternoon, Pat and I fished far and wide looking for fish. After struggling with the wind we found a corner of an island across from camp that yielded some action. We stopped to go have supper and returned later. We fished all around the island till ten pm. We caught 6 bass and 3 walleye. We threw the small ones back. In the morning we had a big breakfast of bacon, eggs and hash browns. Fished in the morning and only caught one. Then at one pm we had a fish fry. When it started to rain Pat and Pam went to their tent to nap and I sat under the tarp watching the misty fjords of
Basswood as the rain and mist moved across the lake. We fished more that evening but threw them all back. The next morning Pat and I tried the island once more. With ten minutes to go before we had to pack to leave Pat tied into a huge bass. It made the day for him. We released him. The paddle out was the best we'd had all weekend. The sky was blue and the winds were gentle. We had a nice lunch between the portages. It was sad to go back to civilization but great to have such a great day to paddle.
Basswood as the rain and mist moved across the lake. We fished more that evening but threw them all back. The next morning Pat and I tried the island once more. With ten minutes to go before we had to pack to leave Pat tied into a huge bass. It made the day for him. We released him. The paddle out was the best we'd had all weekend. The sky was blue and the winds were gentle. We had a nice lunch between the portages. It was sad to go back to civilization but great to have such a great day to paddle.
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