ice ice baby
Here in AK, you gotta do some stuff in the winter, the long long winter, or else you will get depressed and bored. So, what are the choices ( I hear you yelling “a trip to Costa Rica”)? There is snowmachining, cc skiing, downhill skiing, and…… well I know there has to be more. But our activity of choice is shoveling and snowblowing the driveway. Oh, and we also like to ice fish. For those of you not in AK, when you ice fish you are not fishing for ice, but actual live fish. You see if you live in this state, you gotta love fishing, and that we do. No mattter if it is raining or snowing, there are fish to be had. By we, I mean me and the boys, especially Dorian. He is a fishing fool.
So today we fished and it was stinking cold. In fact it seems to get colder every year. But as soon as that fish hits your line, the cold disappears. The beauty of ice fishing is the quiet relaxation. No casting, very little reeling, just sit, drink coffee, enjoy the wonder of winter. Today was one of those days ( until I turned on my iphone music) when the wind doesn’t blow, the sun rises slowly over the shadow of treeline, the tree branches crackle under the weight of the snow, the ice pops, the snow that surrounds you shifts and crinkles much like a winter symphony. It can be surreal, until the scream of an excited fisherman breaks the silence, which we hope happens often. Today it did not. We always have a prize for first fish on the ice, and like usual Dorian took the prize, albeit with a wanna be guppy. But a fish is a fish. It was a slow day of fishing, but I did manage to hook into two nice ones. One was nice enough to break my rod in two, no lie. But hey, who’s complaining? It was fishing.