Going into battle with Blue Camo!!

It’s been a tough couple days. Took a digger on the ice that was referred to as the “Charlie Brown Football Whiff”. Smacked my head on the ice hard enough to forget why I was running to the hole to begin with. Slipped on an ice heave the next day and seemingly might have put a hairline fracture in my wrist. I had my Mr. Heater head snap off in transport when I know full well they NEVER can be left attached. Still my mind must have been foggy due to the concussion.

With that being said when we set out each morning to do LITERALLY do battle with both the elements and the elite caliber fish of Rainy Lake I wouldn’t be caught with anything else but BLUE CAMO!!

Thanks Otter!! Your the glue of our operation!!

Man…that’s sounds rough. Your passion is contagious. My wife is just glad that I haven’t caught it quite that bad yet.

Last year, with “Blue Camo” in tow I had a rough day as well. After drilling a hole in about 20 inches of ice, I, like most, used my foot to clear the cone of ice chunks. My preference is to stick my foot straight over the hole, sweep the leg one way and then back the other. This way, less ice lands in the opening. Well, all went well until, on my second swipe back the other way, my cleat stuck on the edge of the hole. Pop, snap, burn…MCL tear. I managed to fish till dark and get the shack back in the truck. I even drilled a hole for an old river rat whose auger wouldn’t start. Oh what we do for hardwater fish…

I think that is only the half of it The fall was one for the ages. No worries though we still got the fish threw the hole I will admit a trip to the chiropractor might be in order. Very nice to be able to bust a move with the Otter and then come back to base camp to a satellite house.

Otter needs to come out with a line of helmets or winter hats with padding in the back.