It had been too many days inside and the sun was shining, so as Grace headed off to her first day of gymnastics Ella and I shook our fists at the -19 windchills and headed out to do some ice fishing. The car was loaded up and he headed to the Machick, fishing reports had been lackluster and this was confirmed by a couple of guys at the bait shop. We were undaunted and pushed on with a bucket full of minnows. Ultimately, as Ella pointed out, we would only use two minnows. We set up the shack and got the heater going. Sitting around the holes with our jackets off, reading a lot, snacking often and chattinga bit was a wonderful way to spend some winter hours. Not being interupted by fish or havng to wash fish smell out of our clothing was ok by us. The tip ups were getting buried in the snow and I had to becareful not to touch the metal parts as my wet hands would stick to those parts, but it was great inside the shack. Tried to push a guy's truck at the boat landing, having tried to drive out and quickly getting stuck in the snow. Ella and I walked. The way home we skipped the A&W so Ella could keep her New Year's resolution of no fast food and we talked about was to improve the shake, like maybe a small radio or hanging our jackets on the auger. We didn't catch any fish, but Ella seemed to enjoy herself and we talked about going out again so it seemed that we at least hooked something.
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