02-18-2004, 06:39 PM
Okay! I fought the flu and the flu won(the first round). So I think well I better get out on the ice soon or all these guys will be passing me by in the icefishing contest. Now, I can live with that but here is the tale of my first attempt on the ice in over two weeks.
We are in Curtis at our cabin on the lake. Saturday am brings on a 15 degree below zero air temp. and a 22 knot wind. I'm not going anywhere till the afternoon at least.
Sat afternoon my wife and I head to the Curtis Winter CArnival and the fishing contest. I enter my wife in the contest and she proceeded to catch a 17 rainbow. I figure cool, but I'll be catching MR.Marble eye later so I pass on the contest.
Friends drop in unexpectantly Saturday night so I dont's want to be rude and pass on fishing for the evening.
5:00 am arrives and I trudge through the snow (waist deep) because I sold my 1971 Ski Doo for $25 in the summer, with my clam, auger, bait rods etc. I proceed to bait my hook when the jig finds my discarded mitten and imbeds itself into the thumb which I can't detach with ease. I'll get this out later I tell myself and proceed to my auger. After 755,000 pulls I remember that I had emptied the old gas out and had the fresh gas still in the garage by the door so I wouldn't forget to put the new stuff in.
It's great to be my old self again!!!
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We are in Curtis at our cabin on the lake. Saturday am brings on a 15 degree below zero air temp. and a 22 knot wind. I'm not going anywhere till the afternoon at least.
Sat afternoon my wife and I head to the Curtis Winter CArnival and the fishing contest. I enter my wife in the contest and she proceeded to catch a 17 rainbow. I figure cool, but I'll be catching MR.Marble eye later so I pass on the contest.
Friends drop in unexpectantly Saturday night so I dont's want to be rude and pass on fishing for the evening.
5:00 am arrives and I trudge through the snow (waist deep) because I sold my 1971 Ski Doo for $25 in the summer, with my clam, auger, bait rods etc. I proceed to bait my hook when the jig finds my discarded mitten and imbeds itself into the thumb which I can't detach with ease. I'll get this out later I tell myself and proceed to my auger. After 755,000 pulls I remember that I had emptied the old gas out and had the fresh gas still in the garage by the door so I wouldn't forget to put the new stuff in.
It's great to be my old self again!!!
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