Winter is here. Yeah, my kayak is still on top of my truck, and I haven’t taken apart my rods and reels yet but, I got my ice fishing box out of the closet yesterday and it’s snowing like the dickens as I type.
I can appreciate winter, I understand why people like it. There’s a certain charm to battling the elements, and snow is genuinely lovely. It’s a joy to chuck an Alabama rig and winter fishing is truly fun, the intricacies are different, and the fish are almost always fat and happy looking. That said, fishing in the winter is a pain, especially if you compare it to summer fishing. That’s why I’ll never say I love it.
This winter I get to ice fish someplace completely new. It’s probably a good thing. New stuff stretches your mind and talents better than going through the motions, and I’m a terrible ice fisherman anyhow so it can’t get worse.
Currently, I have my eye on Sunday as my first day on the ice. The temp is scheduled to get out of the single digits (I don’t want to subject myself to cold that stupid when I could be watching The West Wing or reading Game of Thrones) and I’ve got my heart set on fishing a little hole in Minnetonka where I did pretty well in the late fall.
Also, does anyone know if you can catch muskie through the ice? Because that’d be pretty cool.