|One of the many stands of tall timbers between Pemberton and Walpole|
|This was the "small" serve.|
With breakfast done, we were back out on the highway, arriving in Walpole mid-afternoon.
Once the camps were set up, Dave, Laura and I wandered down to the little jetty to do a spot of fishing.
This time we were a little luckier than at Augusta and Laura caught a nice little black bream that was exactly the minimum legal size. A few others were caught during this session, but none we could keep. We were contemplating putting the kayaks in the water but the wind was a little strong, causing a small chop on the water, so it wouldn’t have been that pleasant and decided to keep our backsides dry.