Donaldson Camp

Rain was threatening (after the 30 C day temperature), and we first put up the tents. Then everyone (except Peter who does not catch fish, but eats them; Warren catches them but does not eat them) rushed to begin fishing. 

It did not appear very challenging as eight good-sized Walleye were quickly caught, several small ones being released, and a jack got away to everyone's relief (no one wants to fillet jacks).

Brent and Jason filleted on canoe paddles. Peter got the fire going. Craig and Russ supplied firewood, and Warren was the first to go and bathe. Brent had bought an excellent Scotch for an aperitif, and ice was available from the cooler.

Russ was a most competent chef, consisting of grilled chicken (Warren and Craig), delicious cajun spiced, shake 'n bake coated walleye (so you can't taste the fish, they said), and stir fried vegetables. 

This was followed by a long leisurely evening, sipping the 40 oz of Crown Royal Brent had also thoughtfully provided, with cigar smoke drifting across. 

We stashed the food bag well away from the tents and got rid of the fish trimmings in the river, although the bear would have had to come through the tents to get to the food.

As usual, Peter was up first at 6, followed soon after by Brent (in spite of his late night) and Warren. Coffee, porridge and bacon followed, but with still no sign of the other half of the group. Finally, they were roused at 8.30. Eventually we got cleaned up, packed and loaded, and were away by 10.20, paddling down the Donaldson Channel.

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