The Outsider: Five star fishing
|By Will Jones - The Outsider | January 18, 2019|
I haven’t been ice fishing this winter, not once. I’m struggling with it, you see. Not in a ‘don’t want to fish’ way but more of a ‘can’t bring myself to go stand out on a frozen lake, getting blast chilled by frigid winds, all in search of the more often than not far too elusive trout’. You know what I mean?
And the thing is, I know why I’m feeling this way. It’s because I got spoiled last year. No, I didn’t have a bumper season and catch all kinds of fish. Don’t worry, I’ve long since worked out that doesn’t happen ice fishing, or when it does it’s only in the stories. No, I’m struggling with a far more believable, far easier to fix kind of problem, or so you’d think.
You see, there was one buddy who took me fishing last year and he had all the right gear. A toboggan with slick runners, pop-up tent, power auger, a fish finder that could actually find fish, a portable stove, two folding chairs and a powerful little propane heater. No matter what the weather outside, we were toasty warm and as comfortable as you can be in a lawn chair on ice.
And then there was this other buddy. He had a real ice hut, and he had a side-by-side with closed in cab and music to journey to and from said ice hut. I was traveling in style, and I liked it, a lot. Once we got to his hut I realized just what kind of luxury could be had out there on the frozen lake.
Fully insulated walls, roof and floor. A heater and a microwave. TV too, if he brought along the laptop. Music and long comfy benches on which a fellow could take a lie down if he should happen to take a spell and need a nap. And get this. If that chap did have to take a nap in this warm, cozy, comfy hut, all he had to do was hook his rod up to the alarm system and as soon as a fish tugged on his line the lights in the hut would flick on and a buzzer sound to rouse him to reel in that fish. Really, the only thing missing was a butler; a welldressed man servant, waiting to remove the fish from the hook, gut, fillet and cook it for you.
So, you see I’ve been spoiled. Now, I could go out and buy myself a pop-up tent, heater, power auger and the likes but I have been persuaded not to by my lovely wife.
“NO!” she said. Swift and brutal persuasion, if ever I heard it.
“If you want an ice hut build one yourself, you’re a carpenter, aren’t you?”
The green light...
Not really. Not after I told her that I’d require an ATV to tow the ice hut onto the lake.
You guessed it. “NO!” she stammered, almost falling off her chair laughing at my suggestion.
And so, I haven’t been ice fishing yet this winter. I pass the folks sitting on Barnum Lake, Head Lake and that one in West Guilford that’s either Grass or Green, depending on who you ask, and I want to go fishing. But then the reality of working outside all day, only to come home and go outside again kicks in and I shudder. May be next week, I think. May be next month when it’s a bit warmer. May be in May when I can use the canoe again.
WILL JONES - is The Outsider