It happened. I’m not proud of it. But I can’t deny it. Don’t judge me, OK?
I’m normally not a huge fan of snitching but I’ve had it up to here with slipping and sliding around on lazy people’s bits of uncleared sidewalk.
Though a foot of ice held me suspended over 30 feet of water, it felt just like winter camping on snow. I snuggled into my toasty bag and fell asleep quickly. Not long afterward, the parade started.
It’s a far cry from sitting on a bucket, in the frozen middle of a windswept pond, waiting for a flag to pop up on your trap. It’s kind of luxurious. It’s warm and fun. It’s hardly like ice fishing at all. I’m talking about winter smelt fishing at one of the half-dozen establishments that […]