I think it may just be the stress at hand. Many people go on canoe trips and think that there is nothing to learn. Then they see that first big lake and feel the waves kicking them around and still do not realize that they do not know how to make a canoe do what they want and the struggle begins. One time on Basswood , my wife and myself hit the wall at the brink of the main lake, Green Island and pulled to shore. the white caps were ripping 15 to 20 feet wide and 6 to 8 foot high. Warm southwest winds come over the big lake and descend and accelrate. A group of three canoes came by. One guy yelling in the wind, "If we all paddle three times on the right, then two times on the left, then four times on the right we will go straight." He looked at us on shore and said, "We have system, we are way better than those old farts." They headed straight into it and out of sight, two and half hours later, the bottom of a kevlar canoe appeared along Sunday Island about 400 yards away, then later the red canoe. both were ruthlessly drug across the rocks to dry land. Then one of them went along shore with a big stick, snagging their packs. Where was the white canoe? Later I noticed one of their packs about a hundred yards up shore from us. When it got to shore I went and got it. When the wind died a bit, we put our canoe in and brought them their pack. They were in rough shape, they didn't have their food pack, they did not know where the other canoe ended up, but saw them flip. I had drank no water in eight hours. They didn't know the lake was cleaner than any tap water in the lower 48 and were afraid to drink it without a filter. What did they have the nerve to ask us for? They wanted to know if we had a spare bottle of whiskey. I did have a collapsible non glass container filled with 18 year Glenmorangie, that I paid a lot of money for, they were not going to get a drop of it. I offered them energy bars and gorp, they declined. Canoe tripping in Quetico, anyone can do it, it's easy. We in the path of the big blow down as well years before, how no one died is a mystery to me. We were on the Canadian side. The blast had subsided, trees were down everywhere. we kept hearing three shots fired. A signal for help. In the thunder storm, my son and myself headed out to help. Guns are not allowed in Quetico, they claimed that they needed it for when bears attacked. You have a better chance of getting killed by a camp robbing Canadian Jay than a bear in Quetico. We found the shooters,perfectly healthy and safe on a portage trail. The head guy of four wanted us to go all the way back to the ranger office and have an outfitter come and get them with a power boat or helicopter. We headed back to our camp, he yelled, "You can't just leave us here, it's the law."