Many years ago, I bushwacked into a no-name lake in the heart of the wilderness. On my map, the lake had no depth markings, so I didn't know if enough depth existed to support fish - though it had enough surface area that I sensed it might. And I decided to trudge in with a fishing pole to answer that question.
As I emerged from the thick underbrush to finally see the hidden waters, I looked to my right and spied a moose leisurely grazing in the shallows. Nice surprise.
Then I made three casts that resulted in another fine surprise.
On the first cast I caught a monster smallmouth bass - one of the largest I'd ever landed. On the second cast I caught a handsome and beefy northern pike. I laughed. "Not bad. Two for two." On the third cast, I pulled in a walleye with shoulders like a football player. I laughed harder. A true three-for-three Boundary Waters trifecta!
I'm glad that lake doesn't have a name.