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Jack and I went to the lake this morning and for the first time all winter we saw ice fishermen. Normally we see a few ragged huts that stay on the ice all winter, but for some reason this year they were absent. Our little lake is full of bass and pike and in the winter the conservation authority lowers the level of the water by about half which concentrates the fish into the deep center of the water. I think that’s a bit unfair to the fish, but it does make sitting in the cold and watching a hole in the ice more exciting. These chaps were in good humour and full of optimism and they even took a few minutes to play with Jack before heading out to try their luck.
That’s a little lake?
Clearly it’s a good lake, not a Great Lake.
Marcus,
I’m surrounded by the Great Lakes so my reference for comparison is big water. Our “lake” is actually a man-made reservoir built for flood control.
Looks really cold there. Ontario somewhere?
Cherbear,
Southwestern Ontario, sort of half way between Toronto and Windsor.