12-28-2019, 12:04 PM
Got up this morning at 4 a.m. for my first ice fishing outing this winter. We need to leave by 5:30 so we can arrive before sunup and find a place to park before the crowds get to the fishing hole. What ever happened to the old days when you grabbed a bucket, ax, 6 ft fishing pole, worms and left? Hardly anyone ice fished back in the early to mid 60's when I first started, so competition for a spot was non existent. Yesterday, I spent 4 hours gathering up the equipment, licensing the snowmobile, checking the trailer tires for pressure, going to the store to buy bait, making sure the auger was ready, all the electronics were charged, ice gear to stay warm was gathered up and ready, fill the propane bottle for the tent heater and help the grand kids and wife get ready. Things are much different now days.
Back then, about 50+ years ago, there were very few places you could ice fish in the winter, most water in the state was closed for the year. Fishing was only legal during daylight hours. Getting skunked was the norm. I remember someone taking my older brother and I to Mantua Res and dropping us off during the day. We fished until dark and then headed home. Both of us were too young to drive, so we were on our own to get back. We had an ax to chop a hole in the ice and if lucky, we hoped to find a hole someone else had abandoned. I remember waking off the ice at dark and stepping into a hole that was left open and sinking up to my knee before pulling my foot out. My boot filled with water and it was cold. We had to walk back down the canyon to Brigham City (5 or 6 miles to home) and the long brisk walk kept me warm. I think this was my first ice fishing trip. I think an experience such as this would sour most youth today.
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Back then, about 50+ years ago, there were very few places you could ice fish in the winter, most water in the state was closed for the year. Fishing was only legal during daylight hours. Getting skunked was the norm. I remember someone taking my older brother and I to Mantua Res and dropping us off during the day. We fished until dark and then headed home. Both of us were too young to drive, so we were on our own to get back. We had an ax to chop a hole in the ice and if lucky, we hoped to find a hole someone else had abandoned. I remember waking off the ice at dark and stepping into a hole that was left open and sinking up to my knee before pulling my foot out. My boot filled with water and it was cold. We had to walk back down the canyon to Brigham City (5 or 6 miles to home) and the long brisk walk kept me warm. I think this was my first ice fishing trip. I think an experience such as this would sour most youth today.
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