The lake trout season outside of the Boundary Waters opened up on Saturday, which is always nice because it means we can just head out the front door with the ice fishing gear and set up for an hour or two. The Boundary Waters isn't far off, but it's still a bit of a trek with all the gear, a trek that Andy and I made last Wednesday.
The first ice fishing trip of the year seems destined to be a dud. Although this spot served us well last winter, we did not come home with a fish dinner, in fact, we got nary a bite. Last year, we enjoyed -0 temperatures during our first ice fishing expedition and also got skunked. This year it was a good 30 degrees warmer but so windy, the thought of jigging by a hole was laughable. Instead, we spent a lot of time tending the fire, drinking hot chocolate, and peering across the wind swept lake to search for an orange tip-up flag fluttering in the stiff breeze. (We never did see those tip up flags - a couple even got buried by drifting snow.)
How are you spending these deep winter days? I know it's a little ridiculous to refer to this as "deep" winter when it looks like early November in most of the country. Over the weekend we were treated to lovely ice storm here in northeastern MN, which means it was raining in January. Oy vey! I am a-okay with a low snow winter, but I do not care for my driveway being turned into a skating rink.