When I first met my wife, it wasn't long before I got to meet her dad. I'll never forget that moment as I'm quietly waiting in their living room and he comes home only to walk up to me, introduce himself, and offer me a beer. Honestly, I was caught off guard but started to already think, "this guy is all right".
It didn't take long for him to get me out onto the ice chasing trout and to be honest, I got caught hook, line, and sinker. Before long I had purchased every item necessary for successful ice fishing and went endlessly. Without my father-in-law, my zeal for this winter recreation may not have been realized or met with such enthusiasm.
Over time, marriage, moving home, two girls, and responsibility, I now realize the issues behind adulthood. But as the girls get older and my oldest already introduced to being on the ice last year, ice fishing is making a strong comeback in my world.
On Sunday, I hit the ice with my good friend Brian and my first cousin Scott who is in his first year of college. A blustery 20 degrees with winds around twenty degrees, it was cold but we quickly put up the shelter and set the traps. Within minutes, the brook trout were biting and the fishing was consistent. It seemed that after we would check our lines, a flag would go up.
When it was all said and done, we had our limit of trout (2 apiece) and a great time. The trout measured 15, 14, 13, 11, 9, and 8 inches respectively along with some that we had sent back. Here's some pictures of our time and I look forward to going again soon especially if the weather doesn't fare well in terms of sea duck hunting.
Brian and I with our limit of trout...
My cousin and I with my first trout...
Brian with a nice trout...
Scott and I hanging out by the shelter...
2 comments:
I miss ice fishing with my dad and brother in Colorado. Not much opportunity in California! :) Some good times spent on the ice. Nice story and great pics.
Man those are some BEAUTIES! I can't wait to head out this weekend!
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