“Hope” is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops ... at all - Emily Dickenson

Sunday, December 18, 2011

A Warm Snap ...

It's pushing 50 degrees right now. Nice weather for ice fishing? There is a skim of water over the ice that set up last week. It is people like these gentlemen that are decimating our fishing gene pool.

Phone photo by Lorna B. ...................... from shore.

2 comments:

George A said...

If that skim of ice gets just a tad thinner they'll be feeding the fish gene pool instead of selecting out the dumb ones...!

Silk Hope said...

When do they fall in?