ICE FISHING, EH?

Yesterday my buddy Joe dropped in to the office. He gave me the lowdown on all the recent Waubaushene happenings and I caught him up on the goings on in Coldwater.

At some point during each visit he scolds me with "what's that buddy, you haven't been fishin?"

"Why the hell not." I generally have some weak excuses....too busy, too cold, not cold enough,too much slush, ice is too thin, ice is too thick, and so on. Truth is, I should get back into it. It is a great sport but more importantly a good way to pass the winter. (you know, when we are not shovelling snow of course.)

There was a time when I spent most early mornings and as well just before dark staring down an augered hole in my dad's "shack" on Georgian Bay. I guess it was more his influence and my wish to hang out with him than true love of the sport that kept me going back.

We did pretty good too...or should I say he did, at least. While most of the "fish catchin" was done by either Dad or my son-in-law Peter (Known as the "fishin magician") I also had my moments.

The attached pic shows one of my luckier days. Me with a respectable pike and Dad with a nice walleye. I caught the pike on a homemade wooden lure that was crafted by my Uncle Bob and given to my Dad as a gift. It was a favorite of dad's and referred to, by him as "the pike killer"
Since Dad's passing in 2002 his old hand made wooden plug has laid idle amongst countless other lures, equally as memory filled.
Maybe I should have a look through them.
Maybe the "pike killer" should be selected, and deserves a place of honor desplayed beside a picture of Dad.
My buddy Joe did get me thinking about ice fishing.... but an afternoon spent going down memory lane with my Dad's old fishing stuff sounds pretty good too....and a hell of a lot warmer than a trek out on the ice.