A day of work in the woods and preparation for these fellows. Beautiful and unusual mid-60's and partially sunny. Once you hit the swamp trail, it is dark. Bear shit at Kris's blind, but Karl was left unharmed this time. He went to Dunhams and bought a new blind to replace the previous one the bear sow flattened for him. We are going to Rigoni's for the Upper Peninsula's traditional Friday Fish Fry, coming back and watching Escanaba in Da Moonlight, and hitting the hay for a 0400 rise and ready. I will drive them to the trail head so they don't have to leave a car that lets people know of our spots. As soon as any one of them scores, I will take over their spot. My father is smiling.