So, Kevy and I decided to drag our feet no more, and we agreed that Saturday was the day to make all of Kaden's wildest dreams come true. Or, to - at the very least - rid ourselves of his incessant reminder that "We never even went ONE time LAST year...and this winter's almost over!!"
Poor little shiners. Prepare to meet your watery grave... |
Neither Kev or I are overly fond of ice fishing.
He's not a huge fan because he doesn't love the idea of walking on potentially thin ice.
And when you hear horror stories of seasoned veteran's falling through, it just doesn't overly thrill his soul.
And me? Well, I just hate being cold.
And I can think of about a bajillion things I'd rather be doing on our Family Day.
Traipsing out to claim our spot on the lake. |
It's really the little things.
Four bucks for some bait and a thermos of hot chocolate.
It doesn't take much to make 'em happy...
First, Kaden is picking one out to be Ransom's "very own." |
" I think the fithy wanths thom popcornths, Mama!"
I'm certain he does, Love.
This is Kev modeling our....er...."Ice Shack"....of sorts. And his rockin' rabbit hat.
I married a regular Daniel Boone.
That's Kaden in the background doing slave labor.
This is Kev sweating profusely. |
See second picture previously posted for the Kevin and Amy method.
Then, you decide where you are going to drill your holes.
Since we only have about ten weeks of pregnancy left to go...our Model today is sporting her Father's vintage 1950's snowmobile ski pants neatly buckled underneath her ever expanding girth, with a thick layering of her husbands' ginormous transfer station find of a ski-doo jacket over the top. She also despises any hat of any sort of top of her head...but for the sake of foregoing any and all sense of pride and dignity she completes her outfit with a rockin' beanie of a hat...pompom excluded...and a pair of her husband's oversized and nonmatching gloves, to boot.
Try not to be jealous.
Just trying to be helpful...
Setting the first trap...
And depending upon how many ice traps you have...well, you proceed to dig that many more holes.
You will be happy to know that there was 12+ inches of ice to dig through.
We were sufficiently safe and secure on said ice.
Once the traps are set, the fun part begins.
You sit. And you wait.
And if you're lucky, a fishy will bite - sending a little orange flag flying up into the air to let you know.
Then, you all will run as fast as you can on the slippery ice and see who can break their neck the fastest getting to the trap first. It's a fun little game we like to play.
We also had a hole where we just let the boys jig a little fishing pole down into the water.
Ironically, this is where the boys hung out the most.
And, this is the place where we actually landed our one and only fish.
And it was a doozy.
Wait for it......wait for it.....
Brace yourselves.
It's going to be amazing.
Aaaaand there you have it!
Our one and only catch of the day - caught by Sir Kaden, himself.
What? You can't see it?
There you have it!
A wee yellow perchy.
Glorious.
And, Voila!
Ice fishing in a nutshell.
This is Jesse...doing...um...well....just "being Jesse."
And so, the fishing was somewhat unsuccessful, but the company was fun.
The snacks were delish, and the hot chocolate was cozy.
The weather wasn't too cold, and the heater worked nicely.
And the afternoon naps that were had by all were sufficiently lovely.
Along with the two Cribbage games wherein I successfully crushed my Love...
Yeah....all in all... I'd say it was a pretty great day, after all.
And now this?
Well THIS....is just a WHOLE lotta'....something.
sweet sweet story :)
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ReplyDeleteWe lived on a lake 2 winters ago and ice fishing was the best because most of the time we could do it from the inside of the house gazing out on to the lake. It was the best! I hate being cold also.
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