They set off boldly, through the snowstorm, in search not of the Pole, or (at the other end of the globe) the Northwest Passage, but of fish.
Although the adventure is in the trip. As the old saying runs, Better to Travel Hopefully.
This was Day One of actual fishing use at the hut this year. It is just possible that the weather conditions were not optimal.
Real fishermen are not daunted by the weather, however. Nor do they limit themselves to fishing only from within the sheltering walls of the hut itself.
As the afternoon progressed, the snowstorm grew ever stronger. Winds were persistent. Or, as Mike called them, "Gale Force." Visibility, shall we say, diminished. Finally, Dave and Mike called it a day, and came home for a dinner that, sadly, did not include fish on the menu.
Never mind. They had better Fish Stories to tell. And -- as they pointed out -- you just couldn't beat the view!Yep, that's the hut, out there... somewhere...
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I canNOT for the life of me understand the appeal of ice fishing. If you want to drink, there are nice warm bars for that ... if you want a fish, they come on nice styrofoam trays in the supermarket. ;-)
ReplyDeleteIt's not for me, either... to be frank. I get bored too quickly staring at the hole, but then I've always been one of those impatient fisherpeople who toss in a line, count to 20 and figure, well, the fish HAD their chance! Our guys aren't into cold beer in a warm fish-hut, though. They enjoy the process, and the tinkering with the hut construction, figuring out bait and strategy. And they don't get the concept of galloping across country, either, so it all evens out. Good thing we don't all like the same stuff!
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