Yesterday was another day off... and again we got up earlier than our usual work days to have fun. We took our first ice fishing trip this winter. It was a beautiful day at Lake Independence, and they were having a fishing derby. (Note all those little people, trucks, shacks in distance.)Below was our ice shack, in which we drove right onto the frozen lake.
We didn't actually participate in the derby, which I'm sure was the key to our success. In my short ice fishing history, I had never seen a keeper fish caught, so I really didn't expect much action. But first, Joe pulled this respectful Northern Pike. 
He measured 24" and just as mean looking as a Northern comes. Our fist keeper!
The sun was pretty warm until the wind started to pick up. Then we sat in the truck, aka shack, for a while, and another flag went up. This time Joe's dad pulled this second Northern Pike, 24" also but heavier. We wouldn't have won the derby anyway, but it was very good fishing for us. 
Even better for me, we came home with the both fish... Joe's dad is smart not to deal with the fish to fillet. My poor loving husband Joe spent a good hour cleaning, boning, skinning, fighting the fish, only so I can enjoy eating it. In the picture below Joe is actually holding down the second one, which had thawed back alive and almost jumped off the counter!! 
This is another crazy way to have fun in winter up north. I gotta tell you, we work hard to have fun! But it's all worth it.
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