So I've been on a laker-hunt.. 5 outings in a row. El-Skunko each time. I know they're there... the fish that is.... My fishing buddy has caught at least one, 4 of the 5 times we've been. His hole, three feet away from mine.
Bait fish are constant, or I move till I find them again. I'm using what worked for me in the past, and what's working for my buddy that same day, and trying new things too.
I am positive. Happy. I grin through the tears as I pull the transducer out, yet again for my fishing buddy, while my cord ices over into the edge of my dead hole.
I'm quite honestly regretful of not grabbing a snapshot of the giant smelt I caught last week, as I'm fearful now that might very well be the only picture-worthy opportunity I will have for this whole ice fishing season. Smelt are super cool fish.


At this point I'm torn between packing up the gear for the year and waiting for ice out, or taking the week off and fishing my absolute brains out until I make it happen (gawddamit......

Despite the cold front - time is a'ticken and ice is melting as we speak. I came to vent on a board where I know you all understand just a little bit.... Thanks for listening..

// End rant..