Having lived most of my life in Maine, and Downeast Maine at that, you'd think this would be nothing new for me. But, like pond hockey, my ice fishing experiences are slim to none. In fact, I had been twice. Ever. Over the mid-winter break, you can consider that number doubled.
Here's Myron, letting Mr. Finn in on the finer points of tip-ups. He's one you should listen to.
Yup...small mouth bass. He also pulled out an even larger one just minutes later.
Here's Mr. Finn's big catch of the day. Can you see it? So much for the fish stories. I know who I'm calling if I need some fresh fish. (hint: it's not my husband)