On Monday I fished with Enrico, from New York. He was the only other guest at the camp besides
our party of five. The fishing was slower than Sunday in the bright sun, but we still caught some
nice ones. Most memorable moment: when Enrico broke his rod while fighting a big fish. After a
few moments of consternation, he returned to the battle with just the dinky rod tip (and no reel) as
a weapon. In the end, he won.