Crap, if this was not a family site, I’d use a harsher word.
Started out this morning with my sled taking over a 100 pulls to start. And we were dressed for the -10+ temps. All sweaty for a 6 mile ride to 15′ of water off Pine.
Get to 1st spot, no fish marked, no fish caught. We’re frozen solid.
Head to spot 2 out of the gap, area is full of used up snow, looks like the mid morning bite has moved deeper.
Head to spot 3. I lose my house due to a broken hitch. Don’t realize it’s not back there for about 4 miles (as we’re heading north along border). Chad gave me the dumb a$$ of the year award for not checking if it’s back there. (I deserved the award) An on ice fix of rope, clevises and assorted items get me/us going north again.
Get to spot 3, get our house spots set and start doing a walk around of where we want to drill for hole hopping….Chad’s auger is not wanting start….I tell him to stop pulling it all the way to the “stop”. While he’s pulling the auger over a billion times, I fire up my brand new Big Buddy heater….Which proceeds to start on fire, where it’s not supposed to start on fire. As I’m throwing the heater out of my portable, Chad pulls the rope out of the auger. Chad recieves his dumb a$$ of the year award. (Which is well deserved as well).
Head back to Sportsmans (16 mile drive) to re-group, get my auger, re-fabricate my hitch.
Head to spot 4 from the cabin. Some how bend my thunb nail back so I’ll lose the nail while pressing the flipper on my snowmobile. Chad breaks his face shield on his helmet.
Arrive spot 4, set up, punch wholes…I’m on my 2nd flasher battery of day…For only fishing a total of 15 minutes. No problem? Hook up back-up battery up for a ZERO percent charge on the Marcum digital read out. So, gain on 10, can hardly see my Lindy Darter in 14′ of water. Chad is yelling from 50 feet away that he’s marking fish…then catching fish…I’m basically blind.
Spot 4, again. 5:15. Pack up, head in…with about 1.25 hours of total fishing done today. 4 fish iced.
What-A-Fricken-Day.
We’re headed back out in 6 hours, going to run way north. I’m guessing we’ll blow a snowmobile up or aliens will land and take us to planet dumb a$$es.
The old saying of “a bad day of fishing is better than a good day at work”, did NOT apply today.
On a positive note, neither of us died.
I really, really, really, really hope that my report for tomorrow will not include broken fishing equiptment again. Until then….. Adam
But we keep going back 
