Subzero temperatures don’t exactly trigger any sort of fishing mood in me but today was the annual Jewel Lake Ice Fishing Jamboree. I’m not one for passing up an opportunity to fish…especially when it comes at a time when my fishing schedule is wide open. I have to say though that after about 15 minutes in the elements I was ready to call it a day.
Staring into a hole isn’t my idea of a meaningful fishing experience, but hey…desperate times call for desperate measures.
For the short time we were on the ice I was hoping for anything that would keep me out there for a little while longer. I scanned the crowd and listened intently for any sign of fish. I felt like I was playing a frosty game of fish bingo. At any moment someone would be shouting, “I GOT ONE!” Wishful thinking on my part.
In my frost induced state, I did for a moment figure that if I brought along a chainsaw next time, I could cut open a section of ice 60 feet by 4 feet and do a little casting. Once my brain thawed and I regained my senses, I thought how stupid that idea was. Dang…what was I thinking.
Good thing March isn’t too far away.