I sent the folks in Bayview over to Grandpa Gibson’s fishing hole to see what they could catch.  For 4 days in a row they have returned with a catch this size, enough for a fish fry every night.  They managed to get into the perch that Grandpa could not get to bit.  All were caught on Wigglers from the Marathon Station.

I love the beer can in the pic with the fish.  I think it was a fun day on the ice.  Peace, Quiet, Fish, a cold beer, comfy chair and a warm coat

Now that I have my fishermen and women clamping at the bit to fish…. did I mention that I have cabins left open this weekend and the secret fishing spot stacked out….  sorry to temp those sitting behind a desk that can not leave but had to mention