Msg 1 Posted: 10:52 PM 01/22/06 (CST)
Let me tell you the fun, frustrating and fish filled day for Low Hunter, Hick fisher and myself.|
Hick and I make plans last night after a broomball game at midnight to go fishing on mille lacs, he has never fished mille lacs before in the winter and was seeing the pictures we have been having and the great times too. So we plan on leaving in the morning. What once was 6 am, turned into 5:30 am, which we decided to go at 5, then changed that to 4:30 and finally was changed by a cell phone call at 3:20 from Josh (hick fisher) that he was in the driveway and ready to go. Needless to say I had everything ready to go and went to bed a little before three am. It was one of those moments where you put one leg in the bed, the phone goes off, you pull that leg out and say "That didnt take long."
Filled up on gas and Super America breakfast and beef jerky we were on the road from Andover ten minutes before four, pretty good time. Stopped at Northstar resort to see if a buddy was up, which he wasn't. Tried getting a hold of Low hunter on the way, who was still sleeping. Picked up bait, at the access at 5 am, so we made pretty good time.
Now is when the fun part starts, we go to park the truck, get that stuck, do you think we bring a shovel? Nope, get that out and finally decide to just walk out.
It's now 5:30 am, I get out, pop a hole, to check the depth, My transducer was now frozen to the cup with a 1/2 inch of ice, so I am glad I brought the hand held.
I start zipping holes, and the auger dies. Get it good and warmed up again and I am off to the races making the area look like swiss cheese. All of a sudden, my hoodie is ripped over my face and I cant see a da** thing, the hoodie drawstring got sucked into the cowling, and preceded to suck my face to the power head pinned at full throttle. For some reason, the switch would not shut it off, as I am fumbling this auger is bucking and beating on my ribs, felt like I went three rounds of Ultimate Fighting. After quite a few expletives, Josh comes over laughing at me. As I rip my hoodie off. He said it was the funniest thing he has ever seen ice fishing, I looked like Kenny from south park. It sucked.
Josh picks up a real nice perch at 6:30, loses a walleye, I pick up a pout. Went in, had breakfast at the Goose and watched the ice races with the cars. We decided to switch game plans and go after perch, after hole hopping the entire morning in the wind and cold, we decided to focus on a few spots and put our efforts in on them, having a good time in the house and most importantly, staying warm. After we got some more holes drilled we got on them and got on to some sumos too.
All we were doing was working inside points and funnel areas in the main lake basin in 23 feet of water moving up. Real simple set up, found a nice break and then went back over it looking for a few small spots to set up on.
Josh and I downsized running Ultra Lights rods with two pound test, I was using a small Slender Spoon and Go devils, while Josh is running a 1/8 oz buckshot. Subtle was key, they never went after an aggressive presentation, pounding it worked very well. Countless doubles, a lot of nice fish.
Also, dont forget to ask Hick fisher who the pout king was!
Overall length averaged a little over 12 inches, biggest taping out a little over 15 1/4. We had a great time out on the ice, but we did suffer some casualties, I snapped a MRR rod and Low_Hunter snapped a croix. Three propane tanks, a hoodie and half a dozen lures lost, I would have swore the triangle was working overtime. All in all, another great day on the ice.
Here is a typicall sumo we were getting.
I know that picture is horrible but try fishing three people in a two man house because someone forgets to bring their heater. Cough cough Brandon cough cough.