Well, My father called me the other day and asked that I take him out Ice Fishing. He prefers to eat Northern… So I took him out on my favorite Northern Lake..> Coon Lake. Well, Thinks started out pretty slow. Got out there at about 10am. My experience is that the northern on that lake doesn’t start until after 12 noon. We were fishing in about 7 FOW or so. with a couple tip-ups as well. At about 11am… I had a flag go up. I run out there… set the hook… and pull in a small slimer. After resetting, I walk back to the house. My father and I were just about to open up the Yukon and step back in when I heard a “Sploosh”. Unreal. I unzip and poke my head in knowing what I was about to see. Yep, you guessed it, For the first time in my life… My rod was sucked down into the briny deep with whatever just hit on my shiner. UHG I ALWAYS set my bail open and set it so it would be wedged somewhere anytime I leave my house… or I reel it in. Don’t ask me why I didn’t this time. I left it sitting on the ice. Well, I have to say that the best part about this was I have not heard my father laugh so hard or have so much fun at my expense. All in all… My father had a great time. Though, I did kind of get the last laugh. I pulled in about a 4 pound northern after that… and he pretty much sat skunked. So the man that taught me to fish is now reciveing his lessons. But… I still lost a rod and reel.
What a day!!! Uhg!
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