I’d love to try it someday. Never done it on the ice. I did go to Wisconsin to visit a close friend I used to work out west with. He was back in the same neighborhood as his parents and a block away from Lake Mendota across from Madison.
He and his dad took me out fishing one summer or fall night and I didn’t quite get it at first. Like you say, it’s tough catching a strike. We were dropping the bait to different depths until we sort of found them. We were using blood worms maybe on a jig or just a hook, I can’t remember that. We used red bobbers with lights inside them.
So, we’re getting into a rhythm and beginning to catch them fairly steady. But me being from Alabama, I’m wondering why we’re keeping all of these fish that seem sort of small to me. I kept my mouth shut.
Well, we filled a bucket and went back home and he and his dad tag teamed it with dad filleting every fish and the son taking the skin off. Like an assembly line.
We had a large bowl of nothing but sweet meat from the YP. I had never eaten them before and I was blown away. His mom battered them all and we had a mountain of golden fillets and we ate until we couldn’t anymore.
They schooled me for sure. I think it’d be fun to go out some evening and anchor or drift around trying to catch them. I normally fly fish but I grew up using a cane pole, ha. I can dig that type of fishing sometimes. Take some beer and food and hope you catch too many to have either, okay, the food.
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