Last weekend, I decided to go down to Pleasant Creek Recreation area to see if anybody was ice fishing. I decided to go in order to get some photos in order to update my fishing website ( since I havnt had the opportunity in awhile ) So off down the road I headed.
Upon my arrival, I noticed a couple of guys fishing near the dock, so I went there first. Asked them a few questions about ice fishing since I have never personally done it. basically besides slightly different equipment and the strength of the strikes, no real difference than fishing from the dock.
So after chatting for a little while and taking a few pictures ( not many cause it was like a gazzilion below zero that day ) I saw another person fishing in the middle of the lake. I started to walk out out to see that person till I heard this gut wrenching CCRRAAACCCCKKKKKKKKK. I think my blood turned colder and icier than the ice around me. I looked down and saw a nice crack between my feet with a little water coming up between the edges. I remembered what one of the other guys told me. If the ice starts to crack lay flat on the ice with arms and legs spread to distribute the weight. So I did...
Although I was soaked to the bone and shivering my skull sutures loose, I kinda looked like a catapillar getting away from the crack. when I was sure I was well away from the crack, I regained my feet and hustled to the shore. I looked back at the person I was going to talk to and noted he did the same thing I did, on his belly doing the catapillar towing his gear behind him.
At this point I was too cold and terrified to think about talking to anybody else, so I got in my car, blasted the heat till I stopped chattering, and found the nearest gas station and got the biggest cup of coffee the had. as I was chugging on this, I renewed a bad habit, I think I went through a half pack in like 20 minutes. So I decided to head home and have a few beers instead.
Upon my arrival, I noticed a couple of guys fishing near the dock, so I went there first. Asked them a few questions about ice fishing since I have never personally done it. basically besides slightly different equipment and the strength of the strikes, no real difference than fishing from the dock.
So after chatting for a little while and taking a few pictures ( not many cause it was like a gazzilion below zero that day ) I saw another person fishing in the middle of the lake. I started to walk out out to see that person till I heard this gut wrenching CCRRAAACCCCKKKKKKKKK. I think my blood turned colder and icier than the ice around me. I looked down and saw a nice crack between my feet with a little water coming up between the edges. I remembered what one of the other guys told me. If the ice starts to crack lay flat on the ice with arms and legs spread to distribute the weight. So I did...
Although I was soaked to the bone and shivering my skull sutures loose, I kinda looked like a catapillar getting away from the crack. when I was sure I was well away from the crack, I regained my feet and hustled to the shore. I looked back at the person I was going to talk to and noted he did the same thing I did, on his belly doing the catapillar towing his gear behind him.
At this point I was too cold and terrified to think about talking to anybody else, so I got in my car, blasted the heat till I stopped chattering, and found the nearest gas station and got the biggest cup of coffee the had. as I was chugging on this, I renewed a bad habit, I think I went through a half pack in like 20 minutes. So I decided to head home and have a few beers instead.
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