Granny bought some cod the other day and it was exceptionally delicious. At first when she told me she spent money on cod, I was aggravated. After all, here we are in Hayward, Wisconsin surrounded by lakes teaming with delicious walleye, northern pike, perch and a few others. But the truth is, unless you get out there on the ice yourself, you need to hit the grocery.
I love ice fishing and when I was young I was a fanatic of ice fishing. The big problem the last 20 year is I’ve been working too much. Especially lately. Since the minute we left Baja I’ve been glued to my computer handling sales for my store, doing artwork and preparing for an intense speaking tour. Well, I’m just about caught up on everything so last night I rigged a few of my 30 plus year old tip ups and today headed for the ice.
I went with Musky hunting buddy Bob Butler and lucky for me and my shoulder, Bob provided the auger and labor behind drilling the holes. I set the tip ups and off we went.
We managed to catch one northern within the first 20 minutes. That was it. Luckily I was smart enough to take that fish down and bring er home. Tonight, Granny fried the pike and I promise you it was ten times better than that store bought cod.
Expect a summary of 2022 Saturday. It was an incredible year!
You were the one to get me on the ice 30 years ago down in Glidden. As much as I like to throw flies, there is something magical about hardwater fishing.