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Current Events => General Discussion => Topic started by: CG6468 on February 12, 2012, 01:18:16 PM
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Would you like to take a little boat ride?
(I wonder what kind of boat the photographer who took these videos was on.)
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4FIS1FnOQg[/youtube]
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Not me!! Of the vessels actually in the video, one is a "drag trawler" (open sea fisherman), and the warship (I'm no expert on these), seems to be an older destroyer or corvette.........
Dunno......
doc
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No greenwater over the bow, no big.
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No greenwater over the bow, no big.
The seas had no distance between them, and they were high, though. Tough on any boat and crew.
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No thanks. I'm quite happy in the arid west. Some of my ancestors were fishermen around Ireland. I missed that gene. Actually broke off an engagement with an otherwise nice fellow because his (very firm) retirement plans to live on a sailing vessel and travel the seas. Nope. Not going to happen. No swimming in lakes. NO ice fishing. Nuh uh.
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No thanks. I'm quite happy in the arid west. Some of my ancestors were fishermen around Ireland. I missed that gene. Actually broke off an engagement with an otherwise nice fellow because his (very firm) retirement plans to live on a sailing vessel and travel the seas. Nope. Not going to happen. No swimming in lakes. NO ice fishing. Nuh uh.
It isn't the water underneath that deters me from ice fishing. I've been cold, I didn't like it.
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It isn't the water underneath that deters me from ice fishing. I've been cold, I didn't like it.
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A man's wife must be a real bitch if he'd rather sit on a frozen lake than spend the time at home.
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It isn't the water underneath that deters me from ice fishing. I've been cold, I didn't like it.
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When we lived in Minnesota, several friends that were natives dragged me out to ice fish. It wasn't the cold (the huts are usually well heated), I found that ice fishing really isn't about fishing......it's about drinking.......it is a day long excuse to sit in the hut and get plastered, while dangling a line in the water. Many of the huts were even equipped with a TV (either battery or generator operated) so that the occupants could watch either the Vikings or Badgers play, and get even more plastered.
It was not infrequent that they would find some poor bastard frozen stiff.......dead drunk and passed out, when his heater propane bottle ran dry.......
doc
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When we lived in Minnesota, several friends that were natives dragged me out to ice fish. It wasn't the cold (the huts are usually well heated), I found that ice fishing really isn't about fishing......it's about drinking.......it is a day long excuse to sit in the hut and get plastered, while dangling a line in the water. Many of the huts were even equipped with a TV (either battery or generator operated) so that the occupants could watch either the Vikings or Badgers play, and get even more plastered.
It was not infrequent that they would find some poor bastard frozen stiff.......dead drunk and passed out, when his heater propane bottle ran dry.......
doc
Memories of the ice shacks for smelt fishing. Cold, very cold, Ice shacks on the Lampery river. 1960's.
Trudging through the snow on a path to the river, year old baby bundled up on my back, come about 10 pm as the tide was coming in.
Moon giving light sort of to 20-30 shacks on the ice.
Waiting , just waiting for the run of the smults.
The fishermen up river would yell out --Here they run--and down river the fisherman would get ready for a night of hard repetive work, catch and throw into buckets and barrels.
Most ot the shacks were one man places, a retuclertangular cut in the ice, a board above it with hookes with blood worms ready to be lowered when the run came in. The worms were used at the start, as the smelt ran then just a hook would catch them, hand over fist, the suckers came in and busshel baskets were filled.
Not much room in the ice shacks, at that time , a lantern for light and a pillow for the fisher were all I remember.
For us poor folk back then the these Smelts sold to locals made a month or more of money for heating and electricity.
Back then the shanties were the size of a one holer outhouse, the biggest mordern day device was the lamp Colrman I think.
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Very well written story.