Strange Days

What a strange ice fishing season it was here in the Northeast. We had a late start, an early finish, and not a whole lot of great ice in between. This was by a long shot the least amount of hours I’ve spent ice fishing over the course of a winter since I started. I didn’t even pick up a jigging rod once! On the few trips I went on it was all about tip-ups and toothy critters. But the abbreviated season made those outings all the more significant and I was extremely fortunate to be a part of some quality catches. Three trips—three fish—all over three feet long. And I may not have caught any of them if it wasn’t for friends—Aaron essentially put me on both my pike and I have Matt to thank for my muskie. Until next ice season...