Trying to step off the ice yesterday the ice caved in...only knee deep, but very cold.
I had stepped onto the end of a 10'plank I put there when I got on. But it sank.
Wallowing through to shore made me reconsider my perception of reality.
But it didn't change my mind...I knew of the hazards ahead of time, and don't do this thing
called icefishing in spite of those hazards, and adversity, but because of them.
I do not have a death wish, though it might sound like it, nothing macho here either.
What it is is a wonder?
I am done for the year, don't like wet feet, but I understand the reluctance of others not to quit.
Wish you all safe fishing.
From "Reluctance"
By Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
*But (Ah,) when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
*my paraphrase
(These are the first and last stanzas of the poem.)
Tight lines to all in the soft water season.
ford