|Trophy Landlocked Salmon|
My all terrain vehicle had no issues once it received the direct heat from my single burner propane stove; rear drum brakes and freezing temperatures apparently aren't meant for coexistence. Once rolled off the truck, we made short time to the landing and right towards a lonely point. I wasted no time in drilling my holes, setting the gear, and orchestrating a pot of coffee. The brothers grim made several references to my placement, I suppose they thought I hadn't listened to Bret however I had taken the time to ensure my location was proper. Now I waited for either showtime or a shameful display of nothingness.
Rabid kept playing with a tip up that yielded a small salmon and Bret found a salmon amongst the few pickerel he caught.
Matt Diesel who was on code red about the storm gathered his gear quickly once my wife informed me on the cell phone that the snow had struck. Within minutes, he had disappeared as quickly as the snowflakes came. Then the squall started.
|"I think it's snowing and it sort of hurts"|
Eventually, maybe in about three inches worth of snow time, I garnered a decent salmon just over 16 inches. Although considerably smaller than the score yesterday, I was still thrilled to produce.
|My day two score, a smaller runner but still a salmon|
About two more inches of snow later, an 18 inch pickerel almost spooled out 100 yards of line. The snow running almost parallel to the ice really wasn't making for good visibility, but didn't damper the good time against the elements. Preparation, layering, and positive expectations made up for the storm.
|Old Reliable loaded up for the remainder of the storm|
Maybe he thought we still had a chance, but I now believe his logic had been skewed by his battle against the elements via fluid with carbonation. Frigging with the rigging no longer was on his to do list today, I smiled knowing his morning would bite him in the ass.
|Figurative pose from the one I call Duck Hammer|
|Wind, nor sleet, nor snow, nor hail could prevent us from combating the elements|
|View from the comfort of base camp|