01-22-2006, 03:29 AM
I had to work today so we stayed close to home. Fished the afternoon bite at Lost Creek, with my buddy Dan, his cousin Steve and Dan's daughter Sid. Started very slow at 1 PM. Tried them on wax, meal and real worms, no luck. Dan, always ready to jump to the goo was the first to lay it down. Silly fly fishermen, take them out on the ice and they are all about the goo rodding. Here's a picture of Sid with the first fish of the day. She caught it by the way. Notice the gay Steelers Hat worn by her dad, she was ashamed.
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It went on like this for a while, catching fish on the goo. They wouldn't hit anything else, just goo. I joined in on the goo parade and caught about a dozen or so, I wasn't counting since I was drinking beer and playing drag the IFG around the ice with Sid. She took time out from throwing snowballs at me to catch this one.
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This went on this way until 4 when we had to leave because Dan had some stupid Steelers show he had to watch before Sunday. Sid got one more and we left. Not before IFG had to catch her at the bottom of the hill game. I don't have grandkids yet and don't want any. Am I that old? Maybe having grandkids won't be so bad. Here is the biggest of the day.
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We got maybe 20 or so between the 4 of us in 3 hours of fishing. We tried to run out to the sunken island but the ice was way thin once we passed the last point on the right out of the boat ramp. When we hit the point we drilled a hole and it was MAYBE 4". We ran back into the cove and fished the the second point to the right off the ramp. Ice in the cove was 10". I hate this weather. Get cold now so I can fish right and proper.
And the broken ski thing. I was trying to load the sled on the trailer when my right ski caught the bottom of the trailer. I was in free filight for a bit, then I was not. You see, it's not the fall that hurts you, it's the sudden stop at the end.
IFG
With one very sore left hand.
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It went on like this for a while, catching fish on the goo. They wouldn't hit anything else, just goo. I joined in on the goo parade and caught about a dozen or so, I wasn't counting since I was drinking beer and playing drag the IFG around the ice with Sid. She took time out from throwing snowballs at me to catch this one.
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This went on this way until 4 when we had to leave because Dan had some stupid Steelers show he had to watch before Sunday. Sid got one more and we left. Not before IFG had to catch her at the bottom of the hill game. I don't have grandkids yet and don't want any. Am I that old? Maybe having grandkids won't be so bad. Here is the biggest of the day.
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We got maybe 20 or so between the 4 of us in 3 hours of fishing. We tried to run out to the sunken island but the ice was way thin once we passed the last point on the right out of the boat ramp. When we hit the point we drilled a hole and it was MAYBE 4". We ran back into the cove and fished the the second point to the right off the ramp. Ice in the cove was 10". I hate this weather. Get cold now so I can fish right and proper.
And the broken ski thing. I was trying to load the sled on the trailer when my right ski caught the bottom of the trailer. I was in free filight for a bit, then I was not. You see, it's not the fall that hurts you, it's the sudden stop at the end.
IFG
With one very sore left hand.