Well, Bill _did_ ask for “favorite” and not “most productive”, so I’ll throw this in.
The first couple years I went ice fishing was back in the early ’80s with my buddies in their late teens, early 20s. We’d all head out to the lake before noon on Sunday and set up a whole field of tip-ups around a 4×8 fish house. The only thing the fish house was used for is to keep the beer warm. There’d be a table setup outside near the fish house with a battery-operated TV with the Vikings game (or some other team). If the Vikings weren’t doing so well (anybody remember Les Steckel?) then we’d turn the volume down on the game and crank up some rock and roll.
All the tip ups were common property. Who ever got to the flag first, got the fish! Sure, sometimes there was some pushing and shoving, but it was all good fun and there always seems to be enough snow to cushion a head-first dive to the hole!
Maybe the commotion on top of the ice scared away more fish than we caught, but the hours from 11 – 8 were spent joking and laughing and playing football in the snow. The fish were just a bonus!
Anybody want to watch the superbowl on the lake tonight!?!
– Thumper
Rick Torgerud