An Icy Wade

I went fishing.
Checked out my favorite creek in search of some early season smallies, but the outing didn’t last long. Much of the creek was still covered in about 3 inches of ice. I spent 1/3 of my time pretending to be an ice breaker. That stopped when I couldn’t break any more ice to wade through, and when I got bored of watching the mini icebergs float down stream. (Also, because, I realized that I probably looked like a clown out there.)
No fish were caught.
No fish were seen.
Went home and took a nap.
Yawn.

8 Replies to “An Icy Wade”

  1. Do you ever feel like a total dork using that stick with the GoPro to do selfies? I would. I just threw up a little in my mouth saying selfie. I hate that term.

  2. The weather we enjoyed here in Illinois yesterday should have melted most of the ice I seen on my favorite creek. A possible return this weekend is quite possible! I hope the same goes for you, man! I need me some smallie action!

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