A slow start in the morning had us second guessing ourselves on a lake we grew up fishing. Morning temps were right around 10 degrees with light variable wind. We didn't even bother breaking out the shanty. Finally after a couple hours of listening to the lake I got this nice Pickel.
A a couple flags later I got this little guy
My poor brother was getting very frustrated because of his lack of flags. The patience paid off when he pulled this ***** out.
As the sun started going down, so did our action. Until......
Overall a great day on the ice. Oh joy!
