Last night we again drew our cards to determine who was fishing with whom today.  George, Vic and Rich were teamed in George's boat. Gene, Greg and Matt were in Gene's boat and Pat, Tim and Brad piled into Pat's boat.  With high hopes for big fish, away we went.

It's really funny how fish bite, or don't bite whatever the case may be.  I spent the day watching George and Vic reel in the fish, fish after fish, while I didn't catch any!  At least, not until George took me to his guaranteed spot, which I promptly and aptly named Desperation Cove.

There I caught my first fish of the day at 8:00 p.m.  It was so tiny by Costigan Lake standards that Vic observed it still had the yolk on.  Even so, I definitely owe George for the favour.  The last thing I wanted to do was to sit around the fire listening to Vic tell how I had caught nothing after 12 hours of dangling a line in one of the best fishing lakes in Saskatchewan.

As it was, Vic complained he had to fish an extra two hours so I could catch one little fish!  Gene obviously felt sorry for me too, as he took me back to the rock island and we scored on lakers until after dark.

Not everyone had a slow day though.  Gene, Matt and Greg crossed a sandbar to get into the remote southeast corner of the lake.  By all accounts, all three of them just slayed big jack all day.  And when they got tired of pulling in the big snakes, they'd just troll out into the bay and repeat their success on lakers.  It must have been good; they didn't even break to meet up with the rest of us for lunch!

After a long day fishing, we all met up back in camp for another great supper.  Then it was time for the first Smear game of the night, with Vic trying to teach me the ropes.  He must have been mightily distracted by teaching me because Vic lost every game that night.  In an attempt to defend his honour, he claimed his losing streak had more to do with the fact Gene kept score.

While sitting around the card table having a sip or two out of Vic's Mescal bottle, Pat determined that we need to bring a bigger toilet seat next year.  His rationale was that he figured our asses are getting bigger every year.

As usual, George kept busy burning firewood, but at least he brought a chainsaw.  Maybe next year he'll bring the chain to go with the saw.  One step at a time ...