Bad day today. I talked Dee Dee into ice fishing--it was sunny and 40, so a fair weather ice day--and headed back to pickerel honey hole. We had a big dump of rain last week, and then a foot of snow before froze hard, so the ice was a slushy mess.
The spot is about a half mile walk from the truck, and we got all the way out there and I drilled the first hole with a new Nils hand auger--which makes my old Mora seem like drilling holes with a tea-spoon. I seriously think the Nils drills holes as fast as a power auger, and way lighter to haul. I only hope the blade holds its edge, as it's an odd shape and I suspect very difficult to sharpen.
Hole drilled, I scoop it out, and head back to the tote for a tip-up, only to realize they are still sitting in a pack basket on the porch at home--40 minutes away. So we head all the way home, grab a sandwich, and redeploy to a pond near home.
This is generally more of a perch and panfish pond with the occasional bass--and that's how it turned out. The first flag was a 10 inch pickerel, then 3 smallish yellow perch, and that was it for the afternoon. As we were picking up, we got a flag on the trap that caught the pickerel and got a surprise.
I'd forgotten the state stocks some brook trout in another pond separated from this one by a short thorofare, and at least one of them must have pushed up over the sand bar. The poor thing was all beat up. I don't know it it came out the hatchery like that, or it the pickerel (there can be a few big ones here) have been biting off its fins, but I released it and named it "Stumpy". The tail looked like a worn out broom, the dorsal fin was all deformed, and the pectoral fins were worn down to stumps.
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The spot is about a half mile walk from the truck, and we got all the way out there and I drilled the first hole with a new Nils hand auger--which makes my old Mora seem like drilling holes with a tea-spoon. I seriously think the Nils drills holes as fast as a power auger, and way lighter to haul. I only hope the blade holds its edge, as it's an odd shape and I suspect very difficult to sharpen.
Hole drilled, I scoop it out, and head back to the tote for a tip-up, only to realize they are still sitting in a pack basket on the porch at home--40 minutes away. So we head all the way home, grab a sandwich, and redeploy to a pond near home.
This is generally more of a perch and panfish pond with the occasional bass--and that's how it turned out. The first flag was a 10 inch pickerel, then 3 smallish yellow perch, and that was it for the afternoon. As we were picking up, we got a flag on the trap that caught the pickerel and got a surprise.
I'd forgotten the state stocks some brook trout in another pond separated from this one by a short thorofare, and at least one of them must have pushed up over the sand bar. The poor thing was all beat up. I don't know it it came out the hatchery like that, or it the pickerel (there can be a few big ones here) have been biting off its fins, but I released it and named it "Stumpy". The tail looked like a worn out broom, the dorsal fin was all deformed, and the pectoral fins were worn down to stumps.
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