I had been hunkered over a single gap within the ice for 5 hours. Chilly seeped by means of the ground of my ice home. The propane heater sputtered the final fumes of blue warmth. If lunar charts and barometric strain development charts have been right, the fishing was imagined to be wonderful.
Outdoors my shanty, Steve drilled one other gap by means of the ice. He had drilled sufficient holes to make a golf course, and I knew he’d been switching lures and spots all morning. In the meantime, I fished one gap and had not modified my lure as soon as.
A part of my single-mindedness got here from the truth that another person examined each different variable in my scientific technique. My deal with field for ice fishing — a two-sided Tupperware with hardware on one aspect and an assortment of lures on the opposite — may idiot anybody who did not know me that I exploit something aside from a single lure in a single colour.
In my protection, the One Lure within the One Shade technique had caught silvers, rainbows, char, lake trout, grayling, kokanee and pike. It had caught fish in lakes and rivers. And it had lured fish whether or not jigged, trolled or forged.
However, there is a saying in poker that can also be true of ice fishing: If after the primary 20 minutes you do not know who the sucker on the desk is, it is you.
My solely comfort was that Steve had not caught any fish both. If he catches a fish, I assumed, I am going to change to what he is utilizing. However not a second earlier than. If issues acquired too uninteresting, there was all the time my guide stashed away within the aspect of my shanty.
There’s lots of time to assume when the fish aren’t biting, and so my ideas targeted on lake trout. I appreciated to name them “mackinaw” — their non-Alaska identify — which appears to go well with the fish onomatopoeically as a phrase that sounds or suggests what it describes. Mackinaw, I assumed, had a mysterious and snappy sound. Someplace within the water under, one prowled the depths beneath the thermocline.
Lake trout usually are not as predictable as rainbow, char, kokanee, pike or serial fiction. They don’t seem to be schoolers, however quite the lone wolf of the lake fishing world. There’s literature that compares the physique of a lake trout to its salmonoid cousins, the dolly varden and arctic char. However it’s the variations of their our bodies and never the similarities that got here to thoughts whereas I sat in my camp chair.
I imagined the forked-tail and the wolf-nosed trout looking the depths. I pictured the putting physique mass, a muscled backbone of a creature. A fish like char that bites on the downcast…