After another fours hours of driving (the last two on a gravel logging road), we reached base camp and set up our tents.
With only a few hours left in the day, we put the canoes in the lake and had a look around.
A little while later we refreshed ourselves and sat around enjoying some music, coffee sweetener and coffee whitener!
After sitting around base camp having a few pops Friday evening, we hit the sleeping bags in the wee hours of Day Two. But not before talking about bears and the spring hunt etc, we even tested the bear banger while Nick was sitting on the bush throne! I aimed the launcher so the explosion would happen somewhere above his head! When the banger went off Nick went right in!
So anyhow, we're all fast asleep, Mepps and Nick in one tent, Scurve and me in the other. Somewhere around 4:00 am on day two, something with a fair weight nudged me in the shoulder (through the tent). My eyes opened pretty quick and I found myself out of my bag, on my knees in the short tent, saying in a fairly loud voice "Who the fock is out there!" I thought maybe a thief was trying to steal our canoes! I never even thought about bears. But without my glasses on, in the dark, not finding any zippers for doors or windows, everybody was awake within seconds.
Keep in mind, the nearest human to us is about 55 miles south. We had this chain of lakes to ourselves and never saw another person.
Nick was able to find his way out of his tent without eye glasses or getting out of his sleeping bag, and grab the axe, but there was nobody or nothing around or camp.
Whatever nudged me, or body checked me through the thin nylon tent had some serious weight to it! It wasn't until a little while later that Nick yelled out "what the F was that!" after hearing three large splashes that sounded like a toothless banjo player throwing boulders in the lake, a few feet from our tents. I figured it was the same toothless banjo player that kicked me in the shoulder, through the thin nylon tent just sizing me up a little earlier!
As it turned out during the daylight analysis of the situation ( after a few hours of no more sleep), we discovered we had pitched both tents on a beavers pathway between the two lakes. The beaver tracks around our tents seemed to validate the results of our CSI efforts! I recalled then, having before heard how a upset off beaver could slap his tail in a lake with enough force to actually sound like a toothless banjo player biffing boulders the size of Volkswagons into water!
All was good after that! "Well we're up anyhow boys, let's have some coffee sweetener!"
So after a breakfast of bacon and eggs cooked up by Scurve and a few more coffee sweeteners it was off to check out a few more local lakes and a full day of fishing.
Scurve with the first Trout!
Then me, riding with Nick.
And more Specks from the day.
A few more photos of the area:
Resting my back!
On a group of lakes that usually produce big Specks in big numbers, we did not do very well. The cold front, high winds, rain and snow really had the fish hunkered down with their mouths closed. In total we hooked 9 and only boated 5, but we had a great time as usual!
Cheers!
His way of saying "GET OUT OF MY SPACE" I guess. 
