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Day 2

Amazing how often you can look at the same landscape and see something different each time. Is it the human mind that does that? Is it some natural part of the human consciousness that works to create new experiences all on it's own? Or is it that the landscape is not really the same, you just expect it to be. And upon noticing new detail it looks new.

That's what it's like at Lake of the Woods. We're sitting by the fire last night, enjoying a fine post-prandial cigar and sure enough, for the first time ever a big silver beautiful Moon begins to rise from the woods behind us. What a sight. It was as if I had never seen a full moon before. What a treat. The lake behind you, the cabin glowing with interior light, and there, just between them, a northern moon just for us. I love this place.

Day two was much like day one only longer. Fred, Hose, Snoot and myself awoke late (having caught up on sleep after the long travel days) and slowly worked our way towards the serious business of fishing. I spend several hours at Cabela's on the way up so naturally I have a number of enhancements ready for installation on the boat. The first and easiest are a couple of additional "quick-draw" rod holders. The Slayer (Hose's boat) departs with Fred, Tony and Hose aboard (although no net) and me and Snoot prepare to fish nearby as we've got a 12:00 appointment to pick David up at Young's Bay.

So we battle our way across 17 knot winds to get south of Little Oak and start tracking down a few humps that are known to hold fish. The wind is not that bad but even 10 knots blowing across 60 miles of water can build 3-4 foot rollers. It was rough but not insurmountable. Fortunately we have them marked on the GPS and we found them easily. 

Finding them and fishing on them are two different things. But we give it our best. We drift over them a couple times, trying one, then another. Soon it's Noon and off to Young's Bay.

What a surprise. And a delightful one at that. We get to Young's Bay and it's not David we meet, but David AND Dad. What a surprise. The plan was that Dad was coming up on Tuesday, but somehow David convinced him to join us early and everyone is pleased with that development. (Mostly because Dad is the best all around house-boy.)

So we drop them at the cabin, and me and Snoot head back out to fool some fish.

We make our way towards Deep Water Bay but don't quite get there. There's no way to fish more than 5-6 miles from the cabin because in order to get there you have to motor past 5-6 miles of fishable lake. So we succumbed to the temptation and pulled up along the south side of a long Canadian island and started drifting with bottom bouncers and crawlers. But no luck.

Then we move around the corner towards Deep Water Bay and again we're tempted by an inviting shoreline. We fish that and nothing.....

Then we finally get all the way to Deep Water Bay and try more creative fishing techniques. Nothing....

After a few hours of drifting around looking for Walleye, we decided that the nearest weedy bay might hold a Musky so we go throw some aggressive looking Bucktails at the weeds for a while. Next thing you know it's about 8:30 PM And the temptation to head toward the campfire is too great. This is one of those days where you fish for hours, catch nothing, and don't regret even a moment of it. I love this place.

Back to the cabin now (bucking 17 knot headwinds) and sure enough the fire's going, the men are there, and the grill is hot. What timing !!

 A couple of cold-boys, another good cigar and a true northern dinner including T-bone, medium rare with boiled potatoes and sweet corn. (boiled in a huge wok over the fire pit) 

Sufficiently stuffed and exhausted, we fall into bed about 11:00 and fall dead asleep approximately 40 seconds later. Even the sleep is better up here. And you might be surprised to learn that the most comfortable, and sceanic sleeping location in the cabin is the sofa in the living room. Despite the fact that there are three bedrooms including the loft, the living room is the preferred location. It's the most beautiful view of the sky both night and morning. And contrary to what you might believe it's the softest, biggest sleeping surface on the planet.

Tomorrow, the forecast calls for sunny and breezy (not good) but we're going to fish the hell out of this lake. 

Hope this message finds you well and I wish you could be here. Talk soon.

Good night friends.

-Mayday 

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