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Here's one that I run across that I had posted a few years ago. Some may not have read it :D

Royal

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Fishing with Goldfish

Back when I was young and foolish, I liked ice fishing. I really did. I never had much fun ice fishing but I guess I just figured it was the thing to do during our long Michigan winter. I could not afford a shotgun for hunting and I didn
 
Long is good because all the little details make a day into a story worth telling. I liked it! Thanks Royal:clap::clap:
 
With this story! Never did any ice fishing but did spend many a night camped out with my buds on the creek trying to catch a channel cat....I remember those midnight runs for firewood and toasted balogna sandwiches.....I don't remember reading this before.....Thanks!
 
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takes me back. When I was a kid I worked for my Uncle well drilling. We had a heater called a salamander, which burned fuel oil. We would take the balogna sandwitches and just lay them on the heater and toast them. Many times we would be out there in a dang blizzard, hunkered behind a canvas windbreak and toasting the sandwitchs, keeping the rig a pounding down the pipe.

I have not had one in years!!
 
we didn't have anything like snowmobile suits back then. I never was much of a hat wearer, until I started growing a lot of skin up there :lmfao:
 
We used to do that cept we were fishin for perch in the setback on lake Morey. Sometimes, there'd be as many as a dozen shanties out there, from the simple ones to the real delux stuff. One guy even had a portable TV in his. Thanks for the trip back to simpler times!

Dave
 
It is like a city out there with many shantys and the lake is covered with cars and trucks. It is a big deal for people all over Michigan.

I used to really look forward to ice fishing but the thought of it does not appeal to me any more. Too dang cold. You spend a lot of time setting , freexing, looking at a hole of water. If you get into a school that are biting it is fun but much time is spent just freezing and staring. Now with a shanty it could be interesting, especially if you had a huge hole like we always did. It was like looking in an aquarium.
 
What else can we expect when we were thirteen yrs old.:lol: All that way back and forth in the cold too. Hey....We'd do it all over again except our shanty would be a warm motel room. Boy,...the things we could tolerate when we were young.:lol: Love reading these stories Royal !
 
a way to relieve men from being cooped up in the house with the wife in those long northern winters and a way to get out with the boys and do a little drinking and shoot the breeze.
 
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I reckon the fishing story was fine, but the recount of the muskrat was hilarious. I could just imagine THAT situation!

You tell 'um the best!

aj
 
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