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Walking On Water.

I would not call myself the scourge of the lake an infection maybe, by any means. But I sure put a small dent in the blue gill population last weekend. I was fortunate enough to have two solid days of fishing … Continue reading

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Fishing the Arctic Vortex.

In the hours leading up to the Arctic Vortex that locked up the Mid-west for several days, I found myself on the lake catching a bunch of bluegill. Coincidence? probably. Nevertheless, here are some tips for the next time an … Continue reading

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Ice Fishing Lessons Learned

A couple of years ago my dear, sweet, lovely wife bought me some ice fishing jigs from the website, Bentleyfishing.com, which held a lot of promise.  Except, of course, for the promise of good ice.  Nevertheless, whenever an opportunity came … Continue reading

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“But, Did You Catch Anything?” In response to a readers question.

I don’t remember if it was Patrick F. McManus, or John Gustafson from “Grumpy, Old Men” who said, “When you are not catching fish, your stories tend to revolve around the scenery, and what a beautiful day it was. But … Continue reading

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…The Tastiest of Baits.

  Challenges are lurking behind every endeavor, even for the person trying to get some ice-fishing time in.  Now days, just getting the frigid temperatures necessary to freeze the lake surface seems impossible.  Then coordinating the freeze with time off … Continue reading

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In the Warmth.

I knew taking Grandpa shopping would be a major cause of embarrassment.  Of that there was little doubt.  The doubt came, however, in the form of, “How”, it was going to happen.  Only time would tell.  After cruising the aisles … Continue reading

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