This past weekend brought with it some unseasonably mild temperatures which made me a bit stir crazy. I knew that all of the rivers and creeks would be flooded as Friday delivered a lot of rain but I just had to try anyways.
As I approached the river, I realized that fishing was going to be an exercise in futility.
I stood next to the river for a good half hour...watching and listening. Giant chunks of ice, big as a sheet of plywood and at least eight inches thick, crashing into each other, cracking and tumbling along the way. The sound was an eerie combination of deep thuds, sharp cracks, and an ominous groan.
You win this time river. Your bounty shall remain in your possession for the time being but do know that I will be back. Yes. I will be back
As I drove home, I finally admitted defeat. I think it's time to actually give this ice fishing thing a shot.