|46 words per minute in camo!!!|
|I did find a wireless connection...|
So the coyote hunting went okay except the -3 degree temperature that honestly took my breath away. When I would exhale, you could see the shimmer of freezing moisture. I looked over at Rabid and his face resembled that of the abominable snowman. It was cold but we held out for about two hours.
Once back to the four wheeler, we opted to return to base rather than hike the twenty minutes into Plan A Pond. Our new plan brought us to Lake St. George in Waldo County which stricter state regulations put us on a two trap limit, and one salmon each at a 16 inch minimum.
So far, we have had two tip ups, one stolen bait, and one sixteen inch salmon, all garnered by the Rabid Outdoorsman. My question at this point then becomes who is visiting who and why is Rabid catching fish with my gear?
|The Great Fisherman|