So I woke up this morning and I thought I was dreaming.... the wife says I have to leave for a few hours to get the house ready for my birthday and suggests I go ice fishing. I was heart broken, but grudgingly decided to go to a local brookie lake.
The fishing was crazy. I couldn't even drop a second line down within the first hour because there wasn't enough time in between bites on the first line. I caught about 50 fish in 2 hours... nothing huge, but fun all the same.
and a few for the frying pan...