We have been following the big winter storms on the east coast and in the south this last weekend. 50% of the people who live here hate snow and the other half love it; the analysis is easy: as far as I’m concerned they can have all the snow, but my better half would have been happy if we had been dumped on. At least we agree on ice.
Ellen and I got out on the ice a couple times this last week. On Friday we headed to the spot where we caught a nice meal over a week before on Stoddard Bay. There was no one around until just before we got there when two guys came walking in from the north and set up almost on top of “our” hot spot. Ellen even found the same holes we used the week before. I drilled them out and baited up some poles while she scooped out the ice chips. My Vexillar was acting up, so we couldn’t “see” if there were any fish hanging out in the spot like last week. We fished for maybe an hour there without a bite. Our neighbors hit the road long before that, but before they moved out, one of them told us that they were “seeing” lots of fish on their scopes suspended in the slough to the south of us, but nothing was hungry. Eventually we tried a spot where there had been a 10-foot channel along an island. I tried two holes and found only five feet of water and no fish. We drilled out farther and found more water, but no fish. Anyway, we had a good walk and got some fresh air.
This last week, I heard all kinds of rumors about fishermen filling bags of perch and bluegills. One was promising - sort of. Brad Fitzgerald at Ace Sportsland, said his son and a friend got limits of nice perch somewhere south of La Crosse on Thursday. He said he was taking off Friday afternoon to go fish there with him. “Wait, what? It is Friday afternoon, Brad,” I said. He laughed and said, “I called my son at 11 and they were packing up to come in as they had fished for three hours at the hot spot and had as many keepers.” This is why they call it fishing, not catching. Chalk it up to just another example of why someday I want my epitaph to be: You should’a been here yesterday.
Until next time, get out - I imagine if the pollsters could find time to think about something besides the craziness we call American politics, big snow storms around here would poll about 50/50 - unless you counted school children. Also if the upper midwest was digging out from those big storms the press called the Storm of the Century, SnowZilla, Snowmageddon, or Snowpocalypse, we’d just call today Monday. Speaking of school children, the Stoddard-Bergen Fire Department is sponsoring a Hunter’s Safety Class beginning March 29. Contact Bob at 787-6220. Enjoy.
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