We were up at 5:30AM and on the lake early.  It was cool and overcast but the forecast was better than we have had in days.  We hadn’t been out to the other end of the lake yet this trip and it just needed to be done.

We sped across the smooth surface to try out a walleye hole.  I caught one nice walleye and we stirred up a bunch of little perch that madly nibbled at our bait.  A 24” northern grabbed my line after chasing Kent’s nightcrawler to the surface.  No steel leader or heavyweight line but I got it in anyway.  Time to move on.  Next, troll up the river til it narrows to impassable.  We had hoped to see moose out here but the closest we got was a hoof print.  But all was not lost.  The river is full of northern and they were biting today.  I caught my personal biggest, 28” long.  He went back into the lake along with all but one other.  We actually lost count of how many we caught.  That’s a good fishing day.

Then the showers began.  It rained just enough to drag out the umbrellas then quit and the sun shone brightly.  It did this four or five times before we heard the first rumbles of thunder in the distance.  When we turned out of the river and looked downlake, dark clouds and sheets of rain with scattered lightening and rumbles of thunder lie between us and camp, 5 miles away.  So what do we do?  We wait.  The first storm slides through just missing us.  We batten down everything and make a mad dash nearly the full length of the lake as the next storm is forming and moving in.  Even at 28mph that 5 miles seemed to take an eternity.  All is well though.  We are home, fish in hand having had a full 10 hour day on the lake.