11 degrees and breezy at our 7 am landing upon the ice. About 4 inches of snow, over frozen slush over about 8 inches of ice. Trudged over to my "never miss" spot and missed. Cold wind and cold fishing. We did finally ding a few small perch and I got one small rainbow and 1 chunky chub.
Got to meet Kastmaster, who had set up with doggonefishin' about 50 yards east of us. Apparently they got only small perch and some chubs too.
Me and TKB finally gave up on the "good spot" when the cold fishing went dead. We moved over to join Pikeman and Da Bomb. They had quite a few small perch on the ice with a few decent ones. I settled into one hole and gave my "quick draw" rod holder a good workout for a few fish and then it went dead for me too.
Polokid and his friend and small son came out on the ice after noon. They set up to the north of us and PK's black lab liked our spot much better. We had some fish on the ice and the smells of Pikeman's deer jerky and turkey salami had the poor pooch turning cartwheels.
Among scattered perch bites, Da bomb landed a small rainbow. Soon after that Pikeman hooked another and hollered to bring the young boy over to reel in his first fish. That is always great to see. Hats off to ya Pikeman for giving the kid a thrill.
The sun was out a good part of the time but the temps never got above the low 20's. Ice in the guides all day until we left about 2:30. Everybody caught something...even if it was only pneumonia. It looked like PK and his band of 3 were bringing in a perch or two when we left. Hope they got enough for those fish tacos he wanted.
As usual, great to be on the ice with fellow BFTers even if the fishing was not stellar. At least I didn't have to watch myself on the lake cam while slaving away in some office.