What possesses a person to spend all day on a frozen lake? For me it’s the thought of pulling in a Northern Pike by hand. I don’t fish for perch, crappie or gills through the ice. I put out a few tip-ups and kick back. My nephew Garrett joined me this weekend. He brought his girlfriend who has never been ice fishing before. I wanted to show her a Pike badly. When a flag finally went up I was happy for me, but also happy that Lacie would get to see a Pike. But, fishing trips don’t always end happily. I lost the Pike when bringing him in. Actually, I think when he bolted for the weeds the line tangled and probably ripped the minnow out before I even had a chance to set the hook. When I did set the hook it felt like a snag, and not that noticable throb that you feel when you hook a Pike. I’ll add another chapter to my book titled, “The one that got Away”. It’s good cold therapy anyway. My house doesn’t feel cold anymore. It feels comfortably warm, and I know I’ll sleep good tonight.
The Heron 