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What's the matter, Heymax? Open water fishing ain't torturous enough for ya? Hooked on the difficulty and discomfort of ice fishing without a shack? If you can't wait 8 or 9 months to begin suffering at ice fishing again, consider some of the ways you could experience the same exhilerating bummers "warm water" fishing, as you call it: 1) Go brook fishing in April. Nothing beats the thrill of being lulled into thinking that because there is no snow on the side of the road it would be relaxing to walk downstream a ways (like about 2 or 3 miles) in with high hopes for trout who, unbeknownst to you, are still rolled up in little balls in the fetal position, buried in the mud and with no intention of coming back to life until May 15. When you are 3 miles deep in the woods, every other step (or every third...or every fourth...or EVERY...there really is no set rythm to it) sees you break the crust of the snow (you know, the snow that was NOT AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD and began showing up more and more as you got further into the woods) and sink up to your thighs and curse the day you were rudely pulled into this world from the warmth and comfort of the womb, you realize you've been had and have NO chance at catching anything and decide to just stop fishing and hoof it for the truck. This makes it worse, because now your sweat producing efforts are not broken up by short periods of "rest" where you cast into the 15 knot current of speeding ice chunks at those likely looking "fishy spots" (you know, those holding pools where the current slows down from twenty knots). You get back to the truck walking with a squishy sound from the gallons of sweat running down your body inside your clothes. Hopefully you weren't wearing waders, or death from exhaustion could result, maybe before you got back to the truck. 2) Go through the same drill AFTER the aforementioned date of May 15. This is the day the bugs are let out of their cages by the fish gods to torture those who would dare pursue their subjects. There is no snow on the ground now, but the swarming millions of blackflies and mosquitos conspire to make looking back on that April trip seem like watching a video of your last heavenly vacation on a Hawaiin beach. After getting a blackfly stuck way down in the corner of your eye and having the old wives tale of "Just hold your eyelid down with your fingers and don't blink for a minute and whatever is in your eye will come out" fail miserably and then getting your buddy to pull your eyelid up a bit and probe around with the rolled up corner of a piece of toilet paper to try and gently swab it out, and having that fail, holding your head back and trying to eyewash it out with that warm soda you had in your vest pocket (AAAARRRGHHH!!!!), the little bugger starts to wiggle again and with a hand on top of and a hand on bottom of your eye you rip it open six inches and yell at your buddy to "Get a stick or SOMETHING and GET IT OUT!!" Well, AFTER that and when he says, "Is it gone?" and you say with relief, "I think so", and then you feel something in your ear....well, enough about bugs. 3) Get to the stumpy section of a bass pond on a very windy day in your trolling motor powered canoe when you only brought one battery (in a similar fashion to the "no snow at the side of the road" thing in April there was NO BREEZE when you put in at the landing a mile and a half back down the pond so you decided to fish the stumps) and have your trolling battery go dead while you are snagged on a stump with your favorite lure. For the next hour you fight to extricate yourself from the maze of killer stumps to get to the landing. Never mind the lure that you cut free after being unable to control the canoe in the now howling sustained 25 knot wind---you had to cut it free because trying to paddle the canoe with one hand while holding the rod in the other as you tried to get to the stump you were hung up on was harder than trying to tread water wearing a lead X-Ray vest---you are now only concerned with living through this latest venture into the relaxing wilds (you know, no horns beeping, no radios blaring, no phones ringing THAT YOU COULD CALL FOR HELP WITH!!). 4) Return to the truck after a day on the water with no sunscreen in late July with a sunburn that will get you wiseass comments for a week. You know, "Pass out under the sunlamp?" or "RED ALERT! RED ALERT!" That type of unimaginative stuff. I could go on but I'll spare you. PM me if you need more proof that warm water fishing is every bit as horrible as ice fishing. In the meantime get out there and help the economy by buying a cud of open water gear. Don't worry about buying ice fishing stuff now---that's what Christmas clubs are for!
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