Ice Fishing was more than just a day on the lake
It was time to spend with my dad on a cold winter day
Bringing an axe or an auger to make a whole to catch the prey
Catching mostly white fish was not work and more like play.
Sitting on a old laundry bucket waiting for the fish to bite
Having the right bait and patience no matter how cold
When catching the fishing look at the story that can be told
Sharing memories and having fun looking into the sunlight.
When the fish weren’t biting we warmed up in the car
Talking sports and life before we went back for more
Perseverance and pursuing the trill of the catch is the winter fisherman to the core
This was about fun, food and the challenge and following the rules so far.
The years went by and dad and I went out to the lake less
However I will take those memories to my grave
When life seemed simple as we talked and tried to catch fish that day.
Ice Fishing was a time to reflect and be blessed.
By Ty Stingel
December 22, 2013