I know that yesterday some places that usually don’t experience snowstorms, in the US and Canada, were hit with lots of the white stuff but meanwhile up here, the temps warmed up to a balmy -22 Celsius/-7.6 Fahrenheit.
Sid and I decided to use the beautiful Sunday to go ice fishing with Clint. The place we went takes about an hour to drive to and involves driving on winter roads or “ice roads” as in the tv show Ice Road Truckers.
I hate to even say the word ice these days, it stings and then the sadness and shock sweeps over. But this was not that kind of ice.
Back to the fishing, I decided that I would not fight change, improvement or technology and actually watch and fish to the fish finder piece of equipment Clint uses.
Normally I’m annoyed by it because I don’t pay attention to it, I just want to be out there blindly fishing but Clint can’t fish without it and he feels the need to point out to me when a fish is near my hook. Like I’m supposed to put on a song and dance to attract the fish and I don’t know how! I don’t like the pressure. But alas, yesterday I gave in.
You can see where your hook is in the water and you can see the fish swimming around it, coming for it and chasing it. The fish were a fickle bunch yesterday. Several times I could see them swimming around my hook and I did every dance I could think of, teasing them with my minnow but nope.
Anyway we had fun but didn’t catch any keepers to eat. The only keeper was the whitefish Clint will give to his friend to use for bait on his trapline.
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