Note: Other than a few minor and inconsequential variations, Day 6 and Day 7 came to pass in basically the same manner from daylight until dark as did Day 5.
I awoke around 9:00 a.m. on Thursday to a sunny and cloudless sky, but in spite of these sunglass-wearing highlights, the backwoods of Manitoba, Canada, still felt cold, and the wind had a definite chill to it.
I got dressed in several layers of warm clothes and then headed over to eat some breakfast with the rest of the gang. We discussed our options over another early-morning feast and agreed that it would be a good idea to check all of the bait sites for bear activity before noon. Mark and I would make a decision on where we would hunt, if we would hunt at all, based on our findings.
None of the baits, including The Marina, The Isthmus or any of the new bait stations, had been touched. With long faces and nothing to say we headed back to camp for an afternoon snack. It was during lunch that Mark and I decided to take the afternoon off from bear hunting and do a little fishing. After all, we both had brand new Canadian fishing licenses tucked securely in our wallets, and we hardly had them broken in. It was time to relax our minds for awhile and have some fun!
Around 1 p.m. Mark and Monty teamed up in one of the boats, and Tim and I commandeered the other. We spent the rest of the day tossing spoons and other fish-attracting enticements into weed-choked bays and along rocky outcroppings in the unspoiled waters of Giraffe Lake. |
