[Ice fishing is simple. You cut a hole in the ice and pray a fish comes by and commits suicide before you freeze to death. Not at all sure it beats watching football.
That's my first ice fishing experience in a shack Dad rented. Most decidedly wanted nothing to do with ice fishing for 40 years until I learned how to do it right.
Got a northern about that big (well, 7 pounds or so) out of a 10 inch auger hole one cold night. A friend hooked it and as northerns will, the damned thing got the line wrapped around its gills so it wanted to act like a toggle bolt. And do you think either of us were clever enough to bring a gaff?
