I thought today was gonna be the day for sure. Left the house with full confidence that the un fishable ice from yesterday would be locked up for a Friday morning jig-a-thon. Loaded the truck with my spud,spikes,ladle,jigs,mealies,back pack, and one tip-up. Got to the pond and started my walk. It took 5 minutes to walk from the truck to the trails end, I couldn't believe it I was gonna be jigging! I made it out to the ice that wasn't quite ready yesterday and brushed the newly dropped coating of snow aside, and grabbed the chippa. 1st chop...... rite through..... holy crap, not a bit more than yesterday. Cried for about 5 minutes than just sighed, sobbed and put my tail between my legs and admitted defeat. It took 15 minutes to walk back to the truck from the pond. Drove home, went to the neighbor's yard, called the dog over, kicked it(love my dog too much), than went home. Just kidding my neighbor doesn't have a dog. Big time bummer.
