Late Saturday morning, we brushed the snow off the truck, and headed on out to Fox Lake again. Matt had been reading that people were having good luck out there, and we were ready to get fish on the ice again. We stopped back by the liquor store/baitshop, and found a long line of people- there was a Fisheree on.
We opted not to participate, as it would be over just two hours after we got set up. We did notice another one on Valentine’s weekend, from the 14th-16th, over night. We noted it, and called up our fishing buddy to let him know. As we drove on, we saw people were in the spot we used last time. We set up a way away from them, in about the same depth.
There were 20+ inches of ice on the lake. At this rate, we may need an extension for the auger. Holes drilled, we waited.
It wasn’t long before we had a flag. Shortly after another, and another. And bites on our jig poles. However, we weren’t piling up the fish outside the shanty. The bites were all very, very soft. If we didn’t have such light test, we may have never known we were getting bites at all. And when they did do more than barely bump the bait, we were trying to set the hook and yanking it right out of their mouths. Matt lost at least three minnows that way. Most of the flags on our tip ups, we yanked the minnow out of the fish’s mouth, or it spat the bait. The closest we got was at the end of the night, there was a flag on a tip up with a monofilament snell on the end. Matt set it, and we have the fish for a second before the line snapped- probably a northern, and its teeth cut the line. I suppose it’s better than the times we went fishing with no bites what so ever, but I’m beyond ready to have fish on the ice again.
After the snow clouds cleared away, it was a gorgeous day. And the sun is finally beginning to feel warm again.
Matt is super thrilled.
Sun sinking on our failed fishing trip.
Behind the clouds.
The poster for the Fisheree.
This coming weekend is going to be a first for the both of us. It’s sturgeon spearing season up on Lake Winnebago, and his aunt and uncle have invited us to meet them up there. They’re among the lucky few who somehow get a sturgeon every year. I have my doubts, but still- it should be interesting, and at the very least, maybe I can get a picture of someone elses’ sturgeon.