Ice-fishing Fernan
Alright, so I went out ice-fishing this morning.
Managed to catch the tail end of the bite (pardon the pun) and then just sat there and got cold for a couple more hours. I pulled in six perch, two of which I put back...due to the size. I think the second small one might have been the first small one I put back...can't be sure, but it sure looked the same!
The bummer with perch is that when they look big, once cleaned and dealt with, they don't give you much to eat. So, it'll be a "light" dinner of fish..probably followed by another dinner. But I'm not complaining.
So I tried to think about how ice-fishing was like life. It's true, you try different techniques and use what works...modifying appropriately. However, there is a point that you just feel like trying something new. This translates in a new hole (maybe there's better fishing THERE), different lures (maybe this will work better), and then the experiments (I'm just going to try THIS technique at a different depth). Equate life with ice-fishing as much as you want. All I found is that ice-fishing is cold and that's pretty much all there is to it. Yes, you have time to think and have a good time...but to compare it to life is a simple play with basic English class and interpretation. EVERYTHING could then be compared to life if looking at it like that. It was a basic thing I said yesterday and I am almost embarrassed about the statement...but not too much.
But, I was impressed with my new boots. They are rated at -100 degrees and they live up to their rating. So I sat there very comfortably in my nice boots and layers of wool. I had an interesting visitor. Okay, so you know when someone is staring at you from a distance and it makes you uncomfortable? Try that with a bird. Try having a seagull stare at you for over an hour from thirty yards (and closing). It was interested in the fish I had laying on the ice and was eyeballing me like you wouldn't believe. I thought about scaring it off, but was intrigued as to how courageous it would become. Not so much. It finally got tired of me and flew off to harass other fisherman. I actually had the thought of throwing it one of those small fish, just to be nice...but I figure that's considered "waste of game" and didn't.
The ice is bare of cover and has absolutely no traction; and I forgot my grippers for the boots. Consequently, I managed to eat it once because of a crack in the ice...one edge was sticking up more than the other and when I was going from one hole to another, my boot caught and I went DOWN. Embarrassed, but okay. Made me laugh at myself, so that's good.
So there really is no story here. But the fishing was good and I'm glad I got out. Got back to the truck on ahead of an approaching snowstorm and am now hunkered.
Life is good.
Managed to catch the tail end of the bite (pardon the pun) and then just sat there and got cold for a couple more hours. I pulled in six perch, two of which I put back...due to the size. I think the second small one might have been the first small one I put back...can't be sure, but it sure looked the same!
The bummer with perch is that when they look big, once cleaned and dealt with, they don't give you much to eat. So, it'll be a "light" dinner of fish..probably followed by another dinner. But I'm not complaining.
So I tried to think about how ice-fishing was like life. It's true, you try different techniques and use what works...modifying appropriately. However, there is a point that you just feel like trying something new. This translates in a new hole (maybe there's better fishing THERE), different lures (maybe this will work better), and then the experiments (I'm just going to try THIS technique at a different depth). Equate life with ice-fishing as much as you want. All I found is that ice-fishing is cold and that's pretty much all there is to it. Yes, you have time to think and have a good time...but to compare it to life is a simple play with basic English class and interpretation. EVERYTHING could then be compared to life if looking at it like that. It was a basic thing I said yesterday and I am almost embarrassed about the statement...but not too much.
But, I was impressed with my new boots. They are rated at -100 degrees and they live up to their rating. So I sat there very comfortably in my nice boots and layers of wool. I had an interesting visitor. Okay, so you know when someone is staring at you from a distance and it makes you uncomfortable? Try that with a bird. Try having a seagull stare at you for over an hour from thirty yards (and closing). It was interested in the fish I had laying on the ice and was eyeballing me like you wouldn't believe. I thought about scaring it off, but was intrigued as to how courageous it would become. Not so much. It finally got tired of me and flew off to harass other fisherman. I actually had the thought of throwing it one of those small fish, just to be nice...but I figure that's considered "waste of game" and didn't.
The ice is bare of cover and has absolutely no traction; and I forgot my grippers for the boots. Consequently, I managed to eat it once because of a crack in the ice...one edge was sticking up more than the other and when I was going from one hole to another, my boot caught and I went DOWN. Embarrassed, but okay. Made me laugh at myself, so that's good.
So there really is no story here. But the fishing was good and I'm glad I got out. Got back to the truck on ahead of an approaching snowstorm and am now hunkered.
Life is good.
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