Ice Fishing

I’ve seen ice fishing on TV. Heard friends and family members go ice fishing. But I never had. I might have had the opportunity, but I’m pretty sure the smart side of me said “What the hell could possibly be good about standing in the middle of a lake on ice, freezing your ass off?”.

I should have listened to myself. Because I still do not have the answer to that question other than figuring out how important body heat is.

You can see Don piling snow on the edges of our ‘tent’ to try and keep the breeze out. Just thinking back to this (Over 13 years ago) I can still recall how Ice cold my feet fingertips and nose were.

Our friend had taken my husband and I out to go ice fishing and he had an extra ‘shanty’. Is shanty the right word?

An extra Thing. I’m grateful for the experience – but – I’ll not be doing that again.

Aside from my frozen limbs my fear of the ice breaking was prevalent as well. While I know the ice was thick enough – as my wonderful husband tells me ” I didn’t rationalize myself into being afraid, I can’t rationalize myself from not being afraid” – Or something like that!