I put ice fishing in quotes because, quite simply, there was no ice fishing that went on this past Saturday. Just a great time with friends. In the cold. With wind. And ice. And Hillman's donuts. Art was supposed to have all the holes drilled for us, but there was a miscommunication: His furnace broke, and he couldnt make it to fish with us. So that left Brad and I alone with my fourwheeler, thermoses of coffee, ten donuts, four Budweisers, and one fleece facemask......
Eventually, Art came by the lake just to hang out with us for a bit--he didnt drill any holes or anything, since he had to get back home and wait for the furnace guy to come. But we just hung out, talked, and listened to his great fishing stories; apparently the brown trout fishing has been outstanding on this pond this winter. This was my first time on McGrath (pronounced ma-graw) pond/Salmon Lake. There are absolutely no salmon in Salmon Lake--it is called such because, when viewed from the air, the lake looks like a 'jumping salmon.' Whatever. But the lake is beautiful--as are most lakes in Maine. There were about five or so shacks out on the ice. And, on Saturday morning, it was a balmy four degrees when we were out there....Brad and I were talking about bringing Mia and Callum out this Saturday for a little bit; they have both been ice fishing together before (even Maira has been!!!) and they loved it. It really is a great activity!
realized later in the day that I literally spent 96 percent of the day outside....ice fishing in the morning, followed by bringing Callum over to the Winslow outdoor rink for some ice skating, followed by a four mile run. I didnt feel my toes until about 6pm...haha...I love winter
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