On Sunday we woke to fog and still air. The mosquitos were buzzing outside the tent and we got out reluctantly in our bug suits. But the sun burned through the mist and kept the bugs to a tolerable level by the time we ate breakfast.
After porridge and the rest of the bacon, we headed out fishing in the canoe. It was hot on the water in the sun but occasionally fluffy white clouds would provide some shade. We paddled around the lake for a bit, landing on a few islands for a wander or to collect tiny wild strawberries bursting with flavour. Then we got out the fishing rod and Dave put on the motor.
On the way back from the far side of the lake I caught my first fish - a pike! He was beautiful. "Do you want to eat him?" asks Dave. Hell yes! So mr pike got a knock on the head and flopped in the bottom of the boat. Poor Bow was scared and curled up against my back for a hug.
A little while later I caught a walleye and we took them back to cook them. Dave showed me how to descale and gut the pike and fillet the walleye, then we fried them up in the bacon greese we'd saved from the morning. Bloody delicious.
It was warm so we went for a swim before heading out for more fishing but didn't find anything else.
By then it was too late for me to build my shelter, so we went to sleep ready to go out the next morning.
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