...I used to go ice fishing with my family.
Yes...this is true.
In order to survive the winter doldrums...
...fishing contests were often held on the frozen lakes of northern Minnesota.
...as we often arrived with a bundled up baby.
...sitting on a little stool perched over a hole in the ice, waiting not-so-patiently to get a nibble on my line.
The novelty wore off quickly.
In no time I'd be drawn away from the task at hand...
...eager to join the other kids attempting to jump on the toboggans that would whiz by - pulled by a truck or a snowmobile.
Even if you managed to land on a toboggan - it was rare that you would remain on it for very long.
It was an exhausting game...especially trying to run in full winter regalia...but oh what fun!
And it was that wonderful kind of tired...the kind that had me sound asleep in the car two minutes after leaving the lake.
Fast forward to February 2013...Strawberry Reservoir, UT...
...and an invitation to go ice fishing!
It was clear that some things had changed...
...but the basics of ice fishing haven't evolved all that much.
You are still sitting on a frozen lake...
...perched over a hole in the ice...
...waiting to get a nibble on your line.
But as it is with age and greater wisdom...
...and being surrounded by wonderful new friends...
...I was content to relax and wait for the nibbles.
My first catch...
...lake foliage.
It was a Keeper.
My next catch...
...a Rainbow Trout.
It was not a Keeper.
We already had enough for dinner...
...so I put it back
...in the hole
...in the ice.
These weren't quite so lucky...
...but they were delicious!
Good Times!
