Into the Boundary Waters we paddled

While the economy was plummetting, PK and I decided to respond in the only way we knew how: we headed out to the Boundary Waters for four days of canoeing, camping, fishing and general avoidance of bullshit.

The fishing was good. Mostly, we worked the waters on east end of Ensign Lake. We set up two base camps there--the second one, on a south facing rock landing, was better--and harassed the usual suspects in likely locations. We caught smallies, walleye and northern. Nothing spectacular in terms of size but a satisfying clip.

Our best fishing was on a sweet little lake located a healthy portage away. This particular body of water was packed with largemouth bass and northerns. Both times we fished this lake-not-to-be named, we slayed 'em. Actually, we didn't slay them. We let them go.