So it was that it was a balmy 40° out today, so I packed up the auger, a couple of ice poles, a few hooks, some worms & marhmallows, a pastrami & swiss sub, and a tallboy Bud Light, and set out for Southfork reservoir, roughly 20 miles southeast of home. I think the last time I went ice-fishing must have been at least 7 or 8 years ago. My buddy had a slick gas-powered auger that drilled through 16 or so inches of ice in no time. He gave me his old hand auger, which I took on along on this here solo venture.
I swear, it took 45 minutes to drill through about the same amount of ice with the hand auger. That thing wore me out.
Finally I sunk a worm, sat & waited, and waited some more. I played with the depth of the worm a little bit, and waited yet some more.
Some folks down the way were enjoying some nice quality time.
My patience was finally rewarded with a big, fat, egg-filled mama rainbow.
The tape measure kinda gives it a little perspective before the knife came out.
The embarrassingly inefficient part of the story is that for all the time I wasted drilling ice, well that turned out to be completely unnecessary. Not 30' away from me, there were 2 holes already drilled that I could have used to drop a line from both of my poles. Next time, I'll just follow the footprints & molest someone else's ice hole.
I swear, it took 45 minutes to drill through about the same amount of ice with the hand auger. That thing wore me out.
Finally I sunk a worm, sat & waited, and waited some more. I played with the depth of the worm a little bit, and waited yet some more.
Some folks down the way were enjoying some nice quality time.
My patience was finally rewarded with a big, fat, egg-filled mama rainbow.
The tape measure kinda gives it a little perspective before the knife came out.
The embarrassingly inefficient part of the story is that for all the time I wasted drilling ice, well that turned out to be completely unnecessary. Not 30' away from me, there were 2 holes already drilled that I could have used to drop a line from both of my poles. Next time, I'll just follow the footprints & molest someone else's ice hole.