I moved my Suburban out of the way, parking where he would also be able to later move his truck.  I introduced myself and of course, now he remembered me.  His son and another Indian helper drove the swamp buggy up the portage trail pulling a small trailer.  They were both loaded with fish and ice needing to get to LaRonge.  The fish were gutted and gilled but still retained their head, tail and skin.  We made conversation while they loaded his pickup truck with fish and Ice, stored in heavy plastic tote pans.

He had a large lake trout that he offered to sell me but I declined the offer.  His license is for a total of 3000 kilo and this was about ½ his limit.  After he drove off in his truck, Jay and I finished unloading my truck and portaged our gear to the waters edge.  The weather had been nice up to that morning when the clouds rolled in.  By the time we got the gear in the boats and ready to start across the lake, it started to spit rain.

The temperature was plunging by the minute.  By the time we had boated 4 miles, it was a freezing rain and my glasses were iced over like a windshield driving in wet freezing rain.  Halfway to the island we were so wet and cold that we had to stop at “Campers Island”, change into warmer clothing and heavy rain gear.  Jay always brings rain to the trip across the lake.  At the island it was snowing with medium visability.  The Indian summer everyone in LaRonge had been talking about disappeared rather quickly.