Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Ice Shack Cometh

Verily, tis vacation.
Wheels are spinning, self-confidence is decreased, bank account depleting...

Here in New Hampshire, the snow is a no-show as of Dec 31. Not that I'm complaining, as the frozen wasteland of my driveway and front walk and sidewalk and back yard dog run and my elderly neighbor's property squeezes the vinegar out of me each year. Shoveling snow is not fun.

However, snow is not required for lake and pond ice to form. Simply, we just need cold weather, of which we have decreasing mercury in spades.


Granted, I won't be seeing the action of Lake Winni anytime soon, as bigger water takes longer times to freeze over, but there are other bodies of water- Back Lake, Mendums, Massebessic - all great places with firm enough ice, nearly guaranteed to not crack and shatter should I put on an additional, instantaneous 550 lbs.

I fish, and that is no secret.

But here is one-

Ice fishing for me is not about the fish. It's about sitting in a small shack with a heater, my brother and some beer.



Now don't take that the wrong way. To catch a fish at any time, in any place, is a thousand times greater for the karma bank than putting in time in cubicle land. A million times better than working retail. A quadrillion bazillion times greater than listening to your wife bitch at the kids.

Gear for ice fishing is simple: a rod and reel, a method for boring through the ice, bait, basic knowledge. To be comfortable and actually enjoy the experience, you might need a few extras: a bob-house (ice shack), heater, airaetor for bait bucket, tip-ups, beer, radio, sled, warm clothing, beer, and beer. And a deck of cards.



Are we going for the big lunkers this year? Of course. Do we care if we don't hook 'em up? No.




Stay warm.