More than one person braves Indiana elements to go ice fishing
I have one question: “Why go fishing in sub-zero weather and how do you know that the ice won’t break?” Okay, that’s two questions.
My brother-in-law went ice fishing and wanted my husband to tag along. In some years, conditions allow for only one week of ice fishing in central Indiana.
My husband opted not to go ice fishing. Although he agrees there is no better food than fresh bluegill, he decides against ice fishing. Some people shudder at the thought of wind chill.
On this Friday afternoon, the brother-in-law would be standing on the edge of a small pond nestled in the rolling hills about seven miles out of Linton. There was only a faltering whimper of wind. The sun was dingy in the dreary sky. The noise of the city was far away.
The rumor in town was that there was some real good fishing and obviously it was true. In just over an hour he would catch nearly a dozen bluegills. His German Shepherd scrambled from hole to hole, keeping his eye on what was coming out.
The nice thing about ice fishing is that it doesn’t take expensive equipment. Just a little five dollar ice fishing rod and some thin fishing line. Some fishermen, who are more elaborate, bring portable huts equipped with heaters onto the ice.
My brother-in-law says that sometimes you can’t help but get excited about what you’re doing. You see geese flying over, or see a deer out looking for food. It can be snowing, sleeting, the wind blowing and it doesn’t bother you at all. Gee, this from a couch potato.
His wife states that ice fishing cures his cabin fever.
In this tiny corner of central Indiana, cabin fever is on the decline. The sale of tartar sauce is rising.
Last week the temperature was 62 degrees outside, today we are faced with rain. Students have given up hopes of missed school days because of the weather. The best offered was getting to sleep in for two extra hours before going to school because of fog.
On St. Patrick’s Day, one man in Colonial Springs was busy cooking supper on the outside grill. Two streets over a man was out on his riding lawn mower.
El Niño has been good to Indiana.
April showers can be expected soon. Let’s hope we do NOT have a repeat of the April storm of a few years past. The storm warnings came over the television then the icefalls were falling from the sky. The hail hit with the force of angry rocks. I kept waiting for my windows to shatter. The hail bounced off the street, splashed in the back yard and batter my roof until I felt like I was inside a tin-can target at a shotgun practice.
The bombardment stopped, moving on to a different city after fifteen minutes. Neighbors came outdoors to talk and check on the damage. The car hood looked pitted as though someone had taken a baseball bat to it. The roof of the house would carry evidence of the storm that would be soon fixed by insurance leaving the pings imprinted by the hail just a memory.
My husband called from work in Columbus. He was asking about his new garden tomatoes. He heard we might be getting some rain with a bit of wind. Well you can kiss those tomato plants goodbye.
Today we have a slight rain shower but we can’t trust Mother Nature. While the now famous weather phenomenon has brought an unusually pleasant winter to Indiana, we could still get two to four inches of snow.
Remember this is Indiana. The bad weather isn’t over until AFTER the boys high school basketball tourneys.