From left to right: Heather, Jeff, Ron, Brad(back) & Murray As some of you may know Jeff has some interesting hobbies. Ice fishing happens to be one of them. I don't know if any of you, guys or girls, have gone ice fishing but it is the most boring thing you can do. I think some how for men anyway it's like gambling...you play all day with the hope of catching something and if you do it's like hitting the jackpot...any jackpot...it doesn't have to be big just enough to excite you and get you to go back for more. Me, on the other hand, I see it as time to go home. You sit out there all day long and if you do indeed catch something it's time to cash in and go home.
I truly don't think it is a sport that woman can understand nor should we share in. You see, I go with Jeff once a year because he loves it and he wants me to be with him. It's one of those things that you do for the one you love although you really don't want to...you know what I mean...but really it's not a place for women unless other women are there. Most women that I know don't ice fish. It's a guy thing...it's about male bonding & drinking. That's how it got the name "ice drinking". This last time out I really begin to wonder if there is not something wrong with these men. You see, we went 2 weeks ago when the weather was warm. Now we all know what ice does when it's warm...it melts...Now I'd like you to picture this...going out onto Lake Simcoe in a bombadier (pictured above) 8 miles from land, with slush, water, deep ruts from the trips back and forth, seeing the ice all jammed up and the river completely thawed. To me this is terrifying...to the men I was with it's "exciting". Although these conditions sound terrible apparently it is perfectly safe. Huh...says who?? It was all I could do not to cry on the trip out there and to get out of the bombadier rather than just driving back with the guide. There I was out in the middle of nowhere on lake Simcoe no land in sight and no way back. Eventually you just have to try and put it out of your head and try and make the most of it. The unfortunate thing for Jeff is that I think it will be a mighty, mighty cold day in hell before I venture out on another fishing expedition. I think I will stick to fishing in a boat, on a warm summer day with the sun warm on my skin. Then atleast if you don't catch anything you will have caught some rays and have a nice tan to show for it.
FYI...out of the 7 of us that were on this trip we caught one whitefish. Brad caught it. The other huts around us were pulling fish up one after the other...i guess it wasn't our day. I was never so happy to see that yellow bombadier heading towards us to take us back to land. Luckily that's it for the year. Now I just have to work on my excuses for next year as to why I don't want to go ice fishing....
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