A week ago I posted a somewhat traditional New Year’s blog (Happy New Year, 2024). You know, I included the customary, happy new year, make some resolutions, blah, blah, blah.
Actually, many of you know, my new year starts each year the first time I walk on the ice, drill some holes and pull some fish through those holes! Admittedly, that can be a bit of a moving target. “New Year” came at around the Thanksgiving holiday last year. Most years, my “new year” will come sometime during December. This year, it still has not come and I ain’t one bit happy about it! The longer we go without fishable ice, the grumpier I will get.
I will remain cautiously optimistic, maybe some colder weather in the forecast?
Until then:
Some have suggested that I head to an ice rink:
Or perhaps do a little tip-up fishing:
Maybe I would enjoy going south to warmer weather and liquid water:
Nope, does not appeal to me at all. I imagine all that sand really dulls an auger blade.
Would MUCH RATHER have ice:
Some of you are like me. Maybe we should form a support group?
ME: “Hi, my name is Daryl and I am an iceaholic.”
GROUP: “Hi, Daryl.”
Hang in there, hopefully soon we will be staring down an ice hole!
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