Every day my wife and I walk a 4-mile loop that takes us from our house thru downtown, along the Mississippi River, past the hospital and back to our house. And every day we see at least one person fishing off of a small cement pier in the river.
In the spring/summer/fall this makes sense. As much sense as trying to catch fish just so you can throw them back can make I suppose.
But during the winter? Eh - not so much. I haven't been carrying my camera with me so I don't have an actual photo, but here's a very similar picture of what I'm talking about.
Exactly. A man sitting on a pickle pail on the ice and fishing through a hole.
Can somebody help me out here? Ok, I get the whole "ice fishing in a heated luxury ice house with a kitchen and TV set while everyone sits around drinking beer and watching DVDs" concept. That actually sounds like fun.
But somebody please help me understand the pleasure of sitting on a bucket on the ice in the freezing cold for hours while you dangle your line into the water.
And for what? For unless Halle Berry is going to pop out of that hole in a bikini I can't even imagine what the big payoff is.
But then maybe that's just me. Because I know ice fishing is a huge deal around here.
I just don't know why.