Sleep did come easy on that first night, but it didn’t last long.  It was freezing!  Overnight the temperature completely bottomed out.  I’m not exactly certain what the temperature read -- because I wasn’t about to walk my frozen butt over to the cook tent to find out -- on the thermometer, but I would venture a guess and say that it was well below freezing.  At least it felt that way! 

Mark and I got up long before the sun rose and started a fire in the wood burning stove.  We found that it still got cold at times even with a roaring fire and despite the stove glowing fire-engine red, so we took turns adding wood and stoking the fire at regular intervals throughout the night. 

Note: This same routine would be repeated each and every night for the entire two weeks that I was in camp.  To say that this country takes a long time to “warm up” is quite the understatement.  Thankfully, Monty and his crew always made sure that we had plenty of wood to burn each night to keep warm.       

We crawled out of our sleeping bags around 9 a.m. on Monday morning and sat down to a hearty breakfast with all the trimmings -- bacon and eggs, fried potatoes and freshly-made pancakes.  There was always plenty of food to eat and it was darn tasty.  Kara did a fine job as our cook, and we let her know it on a daily basis.

The plan for the day was to run up and down the lake by motorboat and dole out bait at as many bait station locations as we could before the sun