9C Sun
We were at bowl for the cure yesterday all day and will be again today.
We are certainly getting great weather with temps in the mid 20's in the afternoon.

He fell asleep before the meal was done, he awoke some time later, replenished the fire then crawled into his bed and promptly fell asleep again.

  When he awoke the next morning the sky was overcast and ominous looking.  He built up the fire, wolfed down the last few morsels of grouse meat then picked up his snare pole and started walking along the river bank just inside the tree line.  He had barely started out when he flushed up a willow grouse but unlike the spruce hens it flew almost straight up coming to rest at least forty feet up in a large cottonwood.  He kept going finding and eating some more old cranberries, suddenly almost from under his feet another grouse jumped up, but unlike the other it quickly landed back on the ground and made a clucking noise.  Nat ignored the bird and standing still examined the ground all around, almost immediately he found what he was looking for and in a few moments had gathered up ten eggs much to the vocal dismay of the grouse.  Afraid of breaking the eggs he decided to return to camp but after a few steps, changed his mind and walked out to the river bank stepping down onto the gravel he hollowed out a spot deposited the eggs in the shallow hole then marked it with a couple of branches  and continued on his way.

  Perhaps a half mile further he found where the river had carved an overflow course into the trees and when the water had receded left a basin for a large pond.  He noticed that the water wasn’t stagnant and a small rivulet was running out of the pond.  ‘That means there is water running in, not much but enough to keep the pond fairly fresh.” He thought.

  He stood and watched the pond for a moment, then just as the thought came that this might be a good spot to have a bath he noticed a small swirl in the water and a bug that had been fluttering on the surface was gone!  “Fish, by god, there’s fish trapped in there,” he whispered aloud.

  He jumped to his feet and headed back towards his camp.  As he hurried along a few drops of rain started to fall, by the time he reached where he had left the eggs a steady drizzle was falling. 

  Reaching camp, he put the eggs in the large tin then built the fire up again.  Using river water he half filled the tin just covering the eggs leveled a spot on the edge of the fire and put the tin in to boil the water.  The rain continued to drizzle down.

  The foot hills to the south and west were obliterated by low cloud, ‘no search or patrol planes today’ he thought as he crawled under the plastic.  ‘Do I stay here or move up to that pond?  There was lots of debris for firewood, there is at least one fish and I can get fresh water if I can find where it is entering the pond – I guess it’s a no brainer, I move but have to figure out how to move my fire.’  He lay there thinking and reviewing what items he had that could help in moving the fire to the pond.