Woke to the same moon now setting. On the water before 5 in hopes of some fly rod smallie action. Mostly dinks. Bummer. Did a little exploring and found a new walleye spot that I doubt gets much attention. Decided to make a run up to the falls and another group beat me to it.
I didn't get a pic last time, so took a quickie and then let the canoe slip
down to the slower area. Instead of a walleye, the first jig cast produced a
nice smallie, so I grabbed the fly rod and went to work. Oh baby. Had an hour
of nice action in one of the eddies. It took awhile to get the touch, especially
going cross-current, but finally got the flow. Wow... A fly rod is such a great
way to enjoy smallies. As the sun started to feel more than warm, I switched
back over and jigged up a walleye for dinner, cleaned it, picked up a little
more wood, and headed back to camp for a swim. Fortunately that was completed
before another ranger visit.... the same rangers. They recognized the canoe,
and just stopped in to chat and check the site. They were also feeling the heat
of the day. Friendly flies are multiplying. And now on to the tent problem.
Can you say "4 season tent"? This was a borrowed tent, but how could
I not have noticed when I was seam sealing? Bummer. Anyway, that means no ventilation
with the fly on. I modified by leaving the center of the fly attached and rolling
up the rest. I had the stakes in place to quickly get the fly back to 100% if
needed. 
That
gave me some flow-through, and allowed for an afternoon nap when it clouded
over and breeze was blowing. That wasn't the case this day, so I found a nice
spot by camp where I could sit in the water a little past the waste with a nice
recliner type of back rest. Ahhh... I suppose it was being greedy, but I had
to make a few casts from that position. Got a couple of smallies. How good is
this? I've decided to move tomorrow, and am now caught up with the journal.
Will do some prepacking while making fish stew. Loved that fish stew. A little
later it loved me back. Fortunately, there was plenty of warning, so I made
it far enough away from camp that I doubt anyone will ever see that moss covered
monument. I had to rest before going out on a water run. It was dead calm, so
I paddled out quite a distance to reach clean water. As I approached the landing
area on the way back in I was surprised to see a couple of small eddies in the
water. It took me a minute to realize that they were from a paddle stroke I
made when leaving. Wow.... never seen one last THAT long before.