Wandering Aimlessly

Ice Fishing 101

by Phil Burkhouse

Snow flurries flew and the mercury stood on the vertical number line at 22 degrees; it was a great morning to be alive.  The wind was beginning to pulse, but it had been a lot colder the previous week and the upcoming week prognosticated a drop back to the negative numbers, so things were not all that bad for a day of ice fishing.

 

Comments are closed.