Lets here your best ice fishing stories. I have two so I will start...
One year my brother, father, and I were ice fishing near a dock that we usually fish in the summer. We drilled three holes and dropped our jigs down the hole. The action was slow, so slow we left the rods sit near the holes while he stretched our legs. While I am walking around while my favorite ice fishing rod is laying on the ice with the jig in the water. At this time I am roughly 10 feet from the pole. I noticed the tip of my pole was slightly bouncing up and down. It happened in slow motion, all of a sudden the rod swiftly dives down into the 8 inch hole in the ice. As instinct would have it I drove towards the hole to grab the rod. The tips of my fingers barely rubbed the butt of the when the rod was half way down the hole. My favorite ice fishing rod was gone . That next summer I was fishing with a pixee from the dock close to where I lost my ice fishing rod. Not paying attention my pixee fell to the bottom of the lake. As I dragged the spoon across the bottom of the lake I snagged something that resisted the power of my reel. With each turn of the reel it came closer and closer. It was my ice fishing pole!!!! It just so happens I lost it again that summer on otter lake on base. I never retrieved the pole.
Here’s my second story. This story has received more blank stares and "your a liar" comments than I can remember.
My father, his friend, and I were thinking of new areas to ice fish. We decided to try a lake we have drove by, quite frequently, in the passed but never thought much of it. Many of you have probably seen this lake and didn’t even take a second look. After drilling a few holes we spent a couple hours wasting our time while playing with our cocktail shrimped jigs. We decided to take a walk around the lake to check for new spots to possibly drill. When we came back to grab our gear we decided to drop one more shrimped jig down the hole. Immediately a small fish grabbed the bait. We stayed in this spot for the rest of the day and catch fish after fish. They were all in the 12-18 inch range. My dad's friend hook a fish that would not come up through the hole. We though this fish was a monster, it would take the drag and run. Once he got the fish close to the hole it would take off again. Finally he got this fish close to the hole and ripped it out of the water. Out of all the fresh water fish that Alaskan lakes hold this was not one of them. It was a flounder.
Out of all the times I have told this story I have been called a liar, sometimes I relieve a dumfounded look, and many others have said it was not a flounder but a burbot. I know the difference between a burbot and a flounder.
Ever since this day we keep this area quiet since almost no one knows of its potential. I have told very few people about this lake and it is not easily pried from me. Flounders, in this lake, come every once in awhile, usually once or twice a season. Anyone need pics to prove it?