of guy that wonders out on frozen lakes and
ponds for no reason. Years ago I ventured
out onto Barkcamp State Park Lake to see just
how the fisherman were doing. About fifty
yards out on the ice I heard these cracking
sounds and abruptly made an about face. I
was told at the time that that was normal and
really a good thing. I'm yet to be convinced
of that fact.
Fast forward to last week. My friend Dave
has been asking me to go give ice fishing a try
for about a month now, something I might add
he had never tried himself. So, bored to death
with this weather I called another buddy Ed
that is an avid ice fisherman to go along and
possibly keep us from killing ourselves.
I have to admit I was a bit timid about putting
such a sizable person as myself out on a thin
layer of ice but as we drilled the first hole a few
yards from the bank and found eight inches of
good ice I relaxed quite a bit. However the
memory of falling through the ice in a waist
deep creek years ago while grouse hunting kept
those icy cold ideas scrambling around in my head.
After a slow start we started catching fish. Yes
they were only bluegill but they were fairly large
and feisty. We had a ball for a couple hours and
then it was like somebody shut off a switch. We
ended up with around twenty seven nice fish.
Enough to make a couple nice fish dinners for my
friends significant other. For which she was very
grateful. Not bad for a first time out. We went out
two days later and failed to duplicate the success
though and only brought home eight or nine fish.
But we had a good time, we beat the winter blahs
for a few hours and more importantly, we didn't
make that big splash!
state Park Lake
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