Well, what a day it was. Took my neighbor kid out fishing. Thought we’d go on an adventure. After scrambling down a large bank, through the brambles, over the tracks, and then down the bank to the water, we were finally on the ice. Getting the shack and equipment down was way easier than getting it back up. We popped many holes, changed depths, baits, jigs, etc. NOTHING. It goes to show that a good summer/fall spot doesn’t translate into a good winter spot.
Then, on the way back we were greeted by DNR. A rather nice guy. He wondered what the heck we were doing. He stated that in 29 years of being a warden, he had never seen ice fishermen where we were. Needless to say, I now know why.
He proceeded to give me a written warning for not having my name and address on my portable. (didn’t know that was necessary for a portable).
We finished the day on Neshonoc and caught a few crappies. Very slow to say the least, but we had good meatloaf sandwiches and homemade cookies, no one got wet, and we shared some good laughs. He insists that he wants to do it again.
