Another weekend fishing is on the books. There isn’t a whole bunch to report. The Fisheree was fun but uneventful- fishing was slow for us, with just three fish between Matt and I. M’s family was out, and they got quite a few throughout the day, but nobody else’s tipups were taking off. Just as I was heading toward my lines to bring them in, I got a flag and pulled up my first northern, though. We had a good time anyway.
Sun coming up over the lake.
Matt drilling the first hole.
The most unique shanty I’ve ever seen.
Dawn over trucks
At 5F, beer will freeze upon opening, and then make frozen beer slush waterfalls.
Snack and bloody mary bar.
The lake was packed.
Matt’s little pike
All the fish had gorgeous, vivid markings.
A sad, un-sprung tip up.
And then you have a fishbat. We saw people dueling with their fishbats.
When you turn a fish in for a prize, they nail it to a board. If it’s cold, it freezes.
My end-of-the-day pike
After a slow Fisheree, we decided to head out Sunday as well. We went out for trout to one of my favorite places- Devil’s Lake. So far, I’d only been hiking here, never fishing. But it’s a gorgeous park. We had one fish here- a 13 1/2 inch largemouth early in the afternoon. We marked a lot of fish, but nothing went for our bait. No trout, either. Some pretty picture opportunities, though.
The head of the east bluff.
Bright and sunny.
One end of the east bluff from the top of the snow
The west bluff sloping to the lake
A visitor’s center
My bass. I almost lost it- Matt valiantly and quickly reached into the icehole to catch it when it came off the hook.
Snow drifting over the tracks.
South shore of the lake
Our truck and shanty.