Every year I go out on the ice during the holiday break and ice fish. I have the same equipment I've had forever. Occasionally I pick up something new but it is rare and it has more to do with the story behind it than whether or not it actually catches fish. I am also prone to an annual manic moment in the Minong Bait shop. Typically after breakfast at the local and too much coffee. I go there and purchase my out of state license. Then, in a moment of optimism, crappie minnnows abandoned in the bag on the counter, I crash down the lure isle in an effort to buy hope and change.
I have many friends on the ice. It is hard in the winter. In the summer no one walks up and knocks on your boat offering free advice. In the winter, they almost grab the pole out of your hand. Which makes me not a very good listener. Sitting there on a turned over five gallon pale, my mind a million miles away. Breathe, stare, anticipate, wonder. Listening to advice or direction is not on the list.
If the day ever comes when I absolutely have to catch fish, I'll hire a guide. I might stay at work and just send him out. That way, I get it done. Then ... I might go ice fishing.
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