My son-in-law and I decided to go ice fishing for a few days.
Day one found us at times in white out conditions on the 5km pack in.
Once camp was set we got to fishing, it wasn't long and they started hitting.
Nothing better than fresh brook trout out of the lake and into the fire.
That night the sky cleared and the temp dropped below -20. I'd always poked fun at Dayne for that big sleeping bag he packs for sheep hunting but on this trip he had the right gear and I froze my ass off.
The fishing was good on day two as well. The limit on this lake is two each, so we ate fish noon and supper and let all uninjured brookies go so we could keep fishing
Day one found us at times in white out conditions on the 5km pack in.
Once camp was set we got to fishing, it wasn't long and they started hitting.
Nothing better than fresh brook trout out of the lake and into the fire.
That night the sky cleared and the temp dropped below -20. I'd always poked fun at Dayne for that big sleeping bag he packs for sheep hunting but on this trip he had the right gear and I froze my ass off.
The fishing was good on day two as well. The limit on this lake is two each, so we ate fish noon and supper and let all uninjured brookies go so we could keep fishing
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