My oldest boy and I were sitting in our portable this morning. The action had been fast and furious for about 30 minutes, then just died. No taper off, bumps, nothing for the next 15 minutes or so. I had my head turned toward him, as we were talking about a biology project he has at school. Suddenly I noticed movement in my hole. I turned my head and nearly came off my bucket as this funky looking critter came up for air, right at my feet! Truth be told, it scared the crap out of me! Seriously, I've been ice fishing for over 20 years and never had that happen before. My reaction in turned frightened it, and as he beat a hasty exit he became entangled in my line. Great, I thought, I'm going to foul hook a muskrat. We were only fishing 7' of water but thankfully he cleared himself before meeting up with my jig!
If that wasn't enough, he came back in about 5 minutes, grabbed some more air and dove back down. My boy thought maybe drilling some additional holes would him help out, so I drilled 3 holes in a triangle formation around our shelter. Nope. That bonehead kept coming back to my hole and my hole only.....two more times in the next 30 minutes! Unbelievable. I don't know if it was the rat, timing or our luck, but we did not get another take.
One of those moments I'll remember for the rest of my life!