A Special Day...

I want to take this time to say special kind of thanks and pay tribute to someone near and dear to me.  I'm thankful for many things from this person, and here is a very short list that are relevant to this blog.

As a bowhunter, scent control is very important.  Whitetail deer have a keen sense of smell that can detect odors that are strange to them from great distances, putting them on alert or worse, send them scurrying away tails up while ruining your hunt.  Being anal about scent control improves your odds and your hunting experience.  Wearing Scent Lok or similar gear, controlling your laundry and showering with scent free soaps and shampoos, spraying down your equipment with scent elimination products, are all keys to doing this.  My Brother Kyle taught me that.  Thank you Kyle.

Kyle consistently shot bucks like this with his bow.  I got him started in hunting at a young age, but it was he who taught me how to hunt, sharing his secrets for success.

Catching walleye has always been a cool thing as a bass angler.  Most over time I've caught while fishing for bass, as accidents and surprises.  Each one was a bonus.  Later in my angling life, someone taught me how to target them, when my odds were best, and what lures and techniques worked the best.  I was able to target them and catch these special fish consistently afterwards.  My Brother taught me that.  Thank you Kyle.

Kyle figured out how to catch walleye on a consistent basis, and caught some very nice ones.  He fished from shore and also from his kayak.  His determination to learn how to pattern them paid off, and it was he who taught me his secrets.  My friends and I benefit to this day from his research and success.

As a bowhunter, finding ideal locations to place your stand are critical to success.  I learned to use 3D on-line maps and GPS to find and locate ideal stand locations on properties that I hunt.  Since then, my odds have improved and I've bagged more whitetails.  My Brother taught me that.  Thank you Kyle.

Using suspending stick baits or jerk baits, like Husky Jerks and Rattlin' Rogues for walleye and smallmouth are deadly.  One technique that is extremely effective is to basically cast it out to a likely fish holding river eddy, crank it down a bit, and let it sit motionless with only the current moving it ever so slightly, and almost dead stick it.  Sometimes the bass, walleye or other predators just can't stand it any longer and hammer it, and usually these are bigger fish.  It's quite a thrill.  My Brother taught me that.  Thank you Kyle.

Jerkbaits like these Rattlin' Rogues are deadly when cast into a river eddy and dead sticked for big walleye and bass.  And I don't mean let 'em sit for a minute, I mean a lot longer.  And when you work them back, work them "painfully slow".  This is a very effective coldwater technique that my brother taught me years ago.

The same suspending jerk baits work extremely well for sea trout, flounder, bluefish and rockfish along our coast.  I learned that working these baits along rip rap eddies during tide changes would draw savage strikes from these tasty saltwater species, and put up quite a fight at the same time.  My Brother taught me that.  Thank you Kyle.

These are just a few things that I learned from my Little Brother.  He was a man that worked extremely hard to achieve high levels of success at everything he did, whether it was coaching a swim team, honing his hunting skills, fishing a river, saltwater body of water, or out of a kayak on a lake.  He passed away in 2007 at the young age of 36 years old, and I miss him greatly each and every day.  His story can be found linked as one of the pages on this site, a tribute to him.  But it's not enough, so here I am today wishing him thanks and a Happy Birthday.

At twelve years old, Kyle was catching fish, and learned to be extremely successful as he grew up in just about everything he did.  I may have given him his start in fishing, and inspired him to take up bowhunting later on, but it was Kyle that taught me a thing or two later in life.  And I greatly appreciate it and miss him every day.

Happy Birthday Kyle!

On the Hardwater - Salvaging a Tough Day

In my last blog post, I discussed my approach to finding fish on a small lake.  The major theme basically was to move until you find good sized fish, ingnore the sniffers, and move away from catching small fish, or "dinks".  Usually by following the plan laid out in that post, On the Hardwater - Attacking a Small Lake for Panfish, you will eventually find the fish that you are looking for, although it may take time and a ton of effort cutting many holes.   But what happens when you try those suggestions and things just don't work out?  How can you salvage a tough day?

My enthusiastic ice angling friend, Glenn Cumings, working fish that he marked during mid morning.  Glenn kept moving and eventually found a few nice bluegills mixed in with mostly small bluegills.  Remembering what he did at this hole helped us finally solve the puzzle later.

My buddy Glenn Cummings and I decided to hit a lake known for good sized panfish.  In the past, we've had great success icing a mixed bag of fat keeper sized perch, slab crappie, and bull bluegills.  My experience on this particular lake was at a different area than we opted to fish.  Glenn insisted that this spot, new to me, would produce the output that we were hoping for.  Conditions were perfect, leaving us both feeling very enthusiastic about our chances at finding big panfish.

After finding a suitable parking place to access our lake, Glenn poses with his gear, nearly ready to attack our small lake in search of jumbo sized panfish.

Glenn and some of my other buddies have had good experience at this new spot on our lake, and Glenn assured me that he could put us on fish.  I was game to expand my horizons and find new spots.  My past experiences were very productive at my spots on this lake, so previously, I had no reason hunt for new spots.

Once out there, we began our regimen by moving out to the mid basin of the cove, a typical location to find panfish during mid winter ice.  I cut a series of holes through sixteen solid inches of ice with my hand auger until my shoulders cramped.  Twenty six cranks on each hole had me stop after six holes, each spaced about thirty feet apart.  But, it was enough that I could scoop out the ice chips and check them with my sonar.  Each hole was over twenty four feet of water, a prime area for this time of year.

Well, things looked up right off the bat as I marked fish at each hole, some suspended and some on the bottom.  The next step, of course, is to drop a lure down there and find out what we're dealing with.  My rig of choice was my favorite dual Ratso rig, my hottest set up of the year so far.  But the fish were sniffers in each of the holes.  It was weird because the fish charged up off the bottom, then either bit very lightly or not at all.  My first impression was that I was dealing with dinks.

I moved toward the far shore a bit and cut six more holes.  Again, after checking the holes and marking fish in each one, I dropped a different offering down there to see if that would make a difference, this time, a tiny tungsten chartreuse Northland Fireball Jig teamed with a pair of spikes to add some scent, in case the sniffers were decent sized finicky fish.  This time, a fish charged up and nailed my jig, confirming my earlier suspicion.

My first fish confirmed my suspicion...dink.  that's a tiny lure, and a very tiny bluegill.  I wasn't interested in catching these all day.

Meanwhile, Glenn was doing the same thing, but heading toward the center of the cove.  He was also catching dink bluegills now and then.  After chatting with another guy on the ice, Glenn used some of his new intel to move to another spot.  His next hole produced a few nice bluegills mixed with the dinks.

I, on the other hand, moved again.  I noticed that one shoreline had a nice draw, leading to me to think that a spring or creek, even a runoff one, might provide enough structure out into the lake to hold fish.  I moved over to that area and mustered enough energy to cut eight more holes.  Again, I marked fish in every hole, this time in twenty one feet of water.

After working these fish a while, I picked up a few nice bluegills, a decent yellow perch, and a small crappie mixed in with some dinky bluegills.  I bounced around from hole to hole and caught fish here and there, but didn't have that hot hole so that I could set up my camera and haul 'em in.  Plus, the water seemed too dingy to use the camera.  The dingy water may have played a role in the mood of the fish too.

We had action, and including the dinks, my totals were just shy of twenty fish for about five hours of fishing.  That's not the bite that I'd hoped for.  Plus, the size of the fish weren't impressing me.  So, at three in the afternoon, with the magic hour looming, I convinced Glenn to make a major change.  He agreed, because it really wasn't happening for him either.

We had two options for a major change, move on this lake to an entirely different depth and structure, or make a spot change to another lake.  We figured that the latter would waste too much time, so we took a hike to a new previously productive area.

The major move included a long hike during prime fishing time, past the guy on the left and around the point to a deep thirty eight foot basin.

We had a nice hike ahead of us, but with the ice pretty slick, towing our portable Fish Traps full of gear wasn't an issue. But, it did use up valuable fishing time.  We went to one of my past productive spots, around a point and into another cove.  We head out to the deeper water basin, a notorious hangout for fat yellow perch and crappie in the past.

I cut eight more holes.  Again, each hole held fish, and the result was the same.  I quickly managed a seven inch perch and a small bluegill, but not the size of the fish that I had hoped.  This group of fish were far more active, but my third yellow perch of the day sealed my decision to move again.  It may have been the smallest yellow perch that I've caught in my life.  It couldn't have been even three inches long!

Glenn was working the fish in his holes, and hooked and lost a couple fish on his ultralight outfit.  But, he agreed that this might not have been a good move.  I headed toward a long sloping point, hoping to find twenty to twenty five feed of water off the end of the point.  After cutting five more holes, I found that spot.  My first four holes didn't mark fish, but my fifth one did.  I caught that one fish, another dinky bluegill.

Now, I was getting discouraged, and after Glenn met up with me, he was too.  So, we agreed that we had enough time to hike back up the lake to our original spot.  Again, another half hour of hiking wasting fishing time.  By the time that we reached our old holes, the magic hour was half over.

Our long walk back to our original holes cost us half of the magic hour.  Our destination was beyond those folks in the distance.

Remember in my last post when I wrote this?

"Later in the day though, it might be wise to remember where those sniffers are, especially if you catch one and it's a good sized fish.  Because, often low light conditions, commonly thought of at the magic hour, that last hour of daylight, finicky fish might become more active later."

I checked my best holes from earlier and one of them had fish stacked on the sonar.  So, I set up camp there for the evening bite.  My first drop with my tandem Ratso rig resulted in a nice fat crappie.  The next drop was a bigger bluegill, followed by another one.  After that, I lost a slab crappie at the hole that was easily thirteen inches.

Daylight ran out quickly, so Glenn, who had also been catching better sized fish, and I fired up our lanterns and set up for the night bite.  After dark, the fish became finicky again, but, if you worked them enough, you could coax them into a solid bite.  The bite wasn't hot, but I marked enough fish to keep me interested, and enough of them were reacting to my lures.

This isn't a monster bluegill by any means, but a much better average size compared to the dinks earlier in the day.  I caught several of these after dark, jigging aggressively, trying to imitate the tiny hopping crustaceans that flooded my sonar.  The fish were mixed with them, actively feeding.

I caught several more crappie and a nice bluegill that was suspended at ten feet over twenty four feet of water.  Glenn struggled a bit with tackle problems and also problems with his lantern, but managed to catch some nice crappie and bluegills too.

Remember earlier in the post that I mentioned that the water was dingy?  I think that the fish didn't seem aggressive because they had a hard time seeing the lure in the murky water.  I used glow jigs and worked them very aggressively.  As it turns out, when the fish finally found the lure, they were very active and hit readily.

Here's a medium crappie that I worked for and caught after dark.  Aggressive jigging in the dingy water was the key to catching this crappie along with several more of his buddies.

I finished with a forty fish plus day, if you include the dinks, but we worked hard for them.  It was my toughest day of the year on the ice.  But, that final move paid off, the one where we went back to old semi-productive holes where the sniffers were actually decent sized panfish.

I'm sore today, two days later, from cutting holes.  We had twelve inches of snow last night, so shoveling my hundred foot driveway isn't helping my aging bones either.  I was miffed at my decision to make that major move to deep water, because it may have cost us a dozen or more nice sized fish from wasting half the magic hour.  But looking back, even though it was a tough day, the reward was that we finally solved the puzzle.

The system worked, finally.  But, perhaps some patience would have worked better this time by sticking to holes that gave up a few nice fish early.

On the Hardwater - Attacking a Small Lake for Panfish

Why people ice fish means many things to many people.  Some like the outdoors experience, just being out there, opting to not sit on the couch watching outdoors shows on the television.  Others like the social aspect of ice fishing, even bringing cooking devices out on the ice to have a big party while catching a few fish.  It's all good!  But my goal is to catch as many fish jigging as I can...that's how I have fun on the ice.  Smaller lakes often give you that opportunity.  I like to improve my chances by hitting the hardwater on the smaller lakes.  So, how do I approach my goal?

Small lakes offer an easy advantage to finding active panfish because you can cover a ton of ice in a single day.  During mid winter, I like to start deep near dams or creek channels, then work towards more shallow types of structure, or cover like weed beds or tree blowdowns.

I like solving the puzzle, not only finding where the fish are, but where I can find the ones that are willing to bite.  Sometimes it takes a little work, and at other times it could be a lot of work.  Rarely, you might cut only one hole!  But the most fun is catching them, one after another.  It takes some knowledge, either learned via experience or from various media, such as videos, magazines, books, television shows, fishing forums and even from other ice anglers.  And a little luck doesn't hurt.

The first step is to pick a lake that has a good panfish population.  When I'm talking about a small lake, I'm thinking about a two hundred or so acres or less.  The vast majority of the lakes in my region are man made, featuring a dam, flooded creek channels, points, islands, and other structure.

An advantage of finding a gem of a small lake is that you can cover most of if not then entire lake to find fish. You can still make that major change if the bite is off by fishing a totally different area on your lake or by having another nearby small lake as a back up plan.  Sometimes, that major change will put you on active fish.

My favorite fish to target through the ice are crappie, but I also love a good bluegill or yellow perch bite.  So I tend to prefer lakes with historically good crappie populations and size.  

Mixed bags of slab crappie, yellow perch, and bluegills are a real fun time.  These fish were all caught in thirty feet of water over a creek channel not far from the dam.  Smaller lakes give you the opportunity to catch a bunch.

Small lakes offer an advantage over larger ones with respect to finding fish simply because you have less water to search to find them.  But panfish size vary from year to year, especially with crappie populations where sizes often vary.  Some years yield those fat slab crappie, others give up the medium sized ones.  The same holds true for perch and bluegills.

Other lakes may have large populations of "dinks" and but sometimes give up the larger ones.  Those bigger fish are harder to find.  But if you're into dinks, move to another location on the lake and hunt for the bigger ones if you know that lake supports them.  This frequently occurs with bluegills and perch one some of the lakes that I frequent.

If' I'm marking a lot of fish, it's tough to leave them.  But if they are four to six inch perch, or tiny bluegills or crappie, it's best to move from my experience.  Usually, I'll move to a different structure or area of the lake.  If the dinks are deep, then I move to weedy break lines, for example.  Often that change results in bigger fish.

My brother Kyle poses with a dink perch.  If you're catching dink perch like this, move and go find bigger panfish.  Tiny perch like this often group in large schools like this as a defense against predators.   Later, we'd find a nice mixed bag of  bigger panfish to bring home for a fish fry.

Finding good sized panfish on larger lakes (near 200 acres) could prove to be tougher.  Basically, you have to break the lake down into more manageable water size to cover.  Use lake contour structure maps to locate an area where the structure is more suitable for panfish and work that area.  Have a back up location if you have to make a spot change to get on fish if your first spot doesn't pan out.

It helps to have experience on a particular lake.  I have a few favorites, and patterns from one year to the next tend to hold true depending on how late you are in the ice season.  Sometimes that past experience pays off by cutting down on the time spend searching for fish..

During early and late ice, I look for mid depth fish first, fifteen feet or less, then adjust accordingly.  But it depends on what species your targeting.  Weed lines or flats near structure, points or a creek channel, are good places to find perch.  The creek channels tend to be good crappie spots, or any cover, such as a sunken tree or brushpile, or man made fish structure.

After cutting a bunch of holes, we finally found some bigger panfish and a bonus stocked trout.  These were stacked up near a creek channel off the end of a long sloping point on one of my favorite small lakes.

During mid winter, my approach is to start deep, then work shallower.  The Eastern waters that I fish are usually small reservoirs, with maximum depths of twenty to forty feet.  I typically look for fish in the twenty to thirty foot range first, them move deeper in my search.  If that doesn't pan out, then I move shallower.

I've found that schools of crappie during mid ice tend to hold over the deeper basins of lakes that I fish, or off creek channels near dams.  Often, you'll find yellow perch and bluegills with them this time of year.  Our lakes are man made, so most of the time there are creek channels, flats, points, primary and secondary drop offs to check.  I like to search the channel edges first.  As you move shallow, search for weeds because they could be the key when the deeper waters seem like a dead sea.

To me, crappie like this slab are what I look for and expect on the smaller lakes that I fish.  I am in seventh heaven catching crappie like these through the ice all day long!

Start by using either your own past experience on the lake, where you've caught crappie during mid ice, or locate the type of structure that you'd like to fish on a lake contour map.  Start by cutting a series of holes over the location of the structure, or where you think it may be.  I use a hand auger because, in my neck of the woods, the ice rarely gets thicker than a foot.  So, cutting a good number of holes becomes an obvious workout the thicker the ice gets.  That's when a power auger becomes effective.

I use my Clam Fish Trap Pro as my home base, then start cutting and checking holes.  Don't waste time on inactive fish.  Move and find fish.  Small changes at first might work.  If not, think bigger changes.

I usually cut a half dozen holes to start, then check them with my sonar.  I search for either suspended fish, or fish marked on the bottom.  For those fish on the bottom, the sonar shows the bottom jumping.  When the fish moves, the mark flickers, and if that mark is close to the bottom, it appears as if the bottom is flickering.   If the bottom doesn't jump or move, most likely you're not marking fish.  If your sonar transducer hangs or is supported by a float, make sure that it's stabilized and not moving, which could give you a false reading of marked bottom fish.

If I mark fish, then I'll drop a lure down and see how they react.  I can see my jig fall as a bar on my sonar toward the bottom.  If another bar moves off the bottom toward it, then I know the fish are active, and that means a fish is either moving toward my lure or interested in it.  When the bar representing the fish meets the bar representing my jig, I take my eyes off the flasher (sonar) and watch my rod tip.  If there is any movement of the rod tip or line, set the hook.

Now, marking fish is one thing, even ones that appear interested, catching active fish is another.  Just because a fish moves in to inspect your lure doesn't guarantee a bite.  Fish sometimes are curious, but finicky, and it either takes extra effort to tease them to bite or they just aren't interested.  We call those "sniffers."  If you routinely mark sniffers, move.  If they are in every hole that you cut, move and cut more holes.

Later in the day though, it might be wise to remember where those sniffers are, especially if you catch one and it's a good sized fish.  Because, often low light conditions, commonly thought of at the magic hour, that last hour of daylight, finicky fish might become more active later.  If you get into a good bite and it dies off, it may pay to go back and recheck the sniffer holes again.

Some anglers may try a variety of jigs to tempt the sniffers into biting, hoping that the magic jig will turn on the bite swtich.  At times, making changes in your offering, either tipping with bait or downsizing, will work.  But more times than not, moving is the key.  While those guys are trying to get that one fish to bite, I'm looking for multiple biting fish.  You can pad your numbers in a hurry by finding those biters.

Another thing about sniffers.  They may not be big finicky fish, but rather could be dinks.  Dinks often will sniff because, quite frankly, your jig might be too big for them.  If you mark a fish that charges up to your lure but then gets spooked the second that you give it a jig, most likely it's a small fish.  Move!

Since I really love crappie fishing, I tend to search for suspended fish.  I have very little patience when dealing with sniffers and fish that won't rise off the bottom much.  I search for suspended fish when I can.  There are times when you won't find them, but sometimes you do.  When you do, the reward usually means more bites and active fish.  Perch really like to feed off the bottom, so that might explain why my crappie and bluegill numbers when catching a mixed panfish bag are higher than my perch numbers.

This is what I'm looking for when searching for big schools of panfish.  When reading this sonar, the bottom was nineteen feet, shown at about eight o'clock.  The surface of the sonar is at twelve o'clock.  All of the marks in between are suspended fish.  Fish also were on the bottom.  We call this, "sonar lit up like a Christmas tree!"

When I finally find the crappie, I will fish that hole out because they usually hold in big schools.  If they are suspended, often you'll catch perch and sunfish that suspend with them.  That situation may result in that nice hundred fish day!  If you plan on fishing for crappie after dark, remember what holes you caught them in because it's likely those holes may produce near or after dark. I'll provide some night fishing secrets in a future post.

The key to being successful to this type of fishing is to move when things aren't going well, and find those active fish.  It may mean cutting a ton of holes or making major spot changes, but the reward could be worth it.  This isn't a new concept.  I learned it many years ago from my ice fishing mentor, Jeff Redinger, who taught me the Dave Genz approach, using sonar to find fish and a comfortable portable shanty that allows you to easily make those important spot changes.  I'm sure that there are other pioneers out there, but that's how I learned.

My ice fishing mentor and friend, Jeff Redinger, posing with a massive redear sunnie.  Jeff has caught countless slob sunfish like this over the years using the techniques that he taught me, techniques made popular by ice fishing legend Dave Genz.

Many of you may apply these tactics already and have experienced that success.  But some of you may not have learned this yet, and my hope is that this helps you.  Just because you have a sonar unit and are marking fish, doesn't mean that those are the fish that you should be targeting.  Move away from sniffers and go find some biters!  Move away from dinks and go find bigger panfish!

My best of luck wishes go out to all of you hardwater anglers, and please be safe during these next few weeks of late ice!

The Century Mark on the Ice!

Last week I met up with a musky fishing friend of mine, Mike Carrigan, and a couple of his buddies on small local lake.  My buddy Wayne also met me there.  The plan was to find some willing crappie at first light, and for me to make a day of it.  Wayne planned to stick it out with me, while Mike and his buddies were only fishing a partial day.

My friend Mike Carrigan fishing out of a Clam Fish Trap and using a Vexilar FL-18 flasher.  Mike caught some decent trout and crappie throughout the morning.  He found some active fish out of this particular hole.

Most of the snow from the previous week had melted and refroze, forming a nice white layer of slick ice on top of a good nine inches of clear ice.  The weather was cloudy but pleasant, not much wind, right below the freezing mark all day.

I arrived after sunrise, getting a later start than I had wanted.  Wayne, Mike and his buddies were all on the ice already.  As I was getting ready, first Wayne showed up to greet me, then went back out and fished, followed by Mike a short time later.  It took me a while to get my stuff organized and ready to roll.

Mike and his buddies were about a hundred yards away from Wayne.  They were fishing the deeper water near the dam, while Wayne was working the deeper drop off out from a main point not too far from the dam.  I decided to cut holes in between all of them, to connect the dots, if you will!

Wayne had already located a school of active bluegills and a few crappie, out in the channel closest to the main lake point.  Here's he is using his sonar to watch the reaction of the fish as he teases them into biting.

I proceeded to cut half a dozen holes, scooped out the ice chips, and dropped my sonar down to see if I could mark fish.  I marked fish in every hole.  They weren't suspended, but were holding tight to the bottom.  I dropped my twin Ratso soft plastic rig down and drew the fish off the bottom  in each hole, but they either bit really lightly or lost interest quickly.  I went back and covered each hole with a smaller jig rigged with two maggots to see if I could get those finicky "sniffers" to bite something tipped with bait.

Starting near my sled,  I cut holes between Mike and his buddies and my friend Wayne, hoping to mark and find some active fish.

Spikes or waxworms as bait act as a nice tasty treat to the fish and provide a little bit of scent to trigger their feeding instinct.  When the fish are active, I prefer to use the soft plastics and not mess with constantly replacing bait when the fish pick the maggots or waxworms off the lure.  But, sometimes, they only thing they will bite are the baited jigs.

Mike was catching medium and small sized crappie now and then, while Wayne, over by the point was getting a pretty good bluegill bite going with an occasional crappie.  Meanwhile, I was having a hard time getting solid hits.  So, I kept cutting holes.

I walked over to see how Mike was doing, and he found a hole that held a few pretty aggressive fish.  I watched him fish for a bit while chatting about the fishing on this lake, and took a nice little video of him in action, showing us how it's done.  Please note that this fish is one of the small finicky crappie, not one of the bigger ones that he caught throughout the morning.  The fact that this catch is on video is merely because I spent way more time fishing than walking around taking videos.  Yet, it does illustrate how to use a flasher to catch fish.

Mikes buddies were catching some stocked rainbow trout on tip ups, and Wayne was jigging a few up too.  But one of the small trout had something sticking out of its gullet, a set of shooting ear plugs!  At least five inches were down it's throat.  We all got a laugh out of that!

These were the earplugs that were found in a trouts gullet that Mike's buddy Phil caught on a tip up.  We cracked up, saying that maybe he should put this back on a tip up and try for another!

I wasn't satisfied with the holes that I had cut so far.  I wanted active fish, not sniffers.  So, I cut another half dozen holes along the basin of a cove not far away where I'd found a good crappie bite in the past with similar results.  I caught a couple small bluegills and crappie, about one fish caught out of every four holes, with lot's of sniffers in each hole.  And the sniffers that bit seemed to prefer the tiny jig/maggot combination.

Every hole marked fish, but when I caught them, they were on the small side.  These were the finicky fish, the sniffers.  When you get this type of inactivity or finicky fish, move and find bigger more active fish.

My next move was back near where I started.  In one of the holes that I cut, I marked what I thought at first was a fish, but it was some sort of structure.  Perhaps it was a tree limb or something.  This particular spot didn't mark any fish, or at best, a sniffer or two.  It was almost what I was looking for, structure, but lacked the fish that I'd expect there.

So, I decided to cut a half dozen more holes around that area.  The first hole that I checked was loaded with fish, suspended off the bottom over nineteen feet of water from the bottom ten feet.  This was late morning, and the fish were stacked like cord wood.

I remember saying to myself, "This is the spot!"

My flasher lit up like a Christmas tree!  The bottom of the lake is at about 8:40, which was nineteen feet deep, and there was a tree branch at about 7:35, about four feet off the bottom.  The rest of the marks were fish, showing all the way up to ten feet off the bottom (about  3:20 on a clock).  The surface is at high noon, with a couple marks that are noise from the ice surface.  You can see the fish were stacked like cord wood here!  This was the spot!

As I've described in recent posts, my tactic when finding fish stacked like this is to set up and fish over them for a while.  Most of the time, you'll catch a good number then the bite dies off and you're off on the search again for more active fish.  However, this spot seemed different.  This was late morning, and the fish were suspended.  My graph was lit up like a Christmas tree (a popular saying among ice anglers when they mark a bunch of suspended seemingly active fish).  This is the type of spot that can make your day.

My way of setting up is to cut a couple holes, one for my electronics, and one to fish out of.  Since there were a bunch of fish showing up, I decided to set up my underwater camera.  It took me a couple minutes to set up my shanty and the underwater camera so that I could see my jigs, but it took even less time for me to start hooking up.  I can't see much on the camera out in the open because of the glare, so I need to close up Clam Fish Trap Pro (my portable flip over shelter ), so I could see the camera.  Please note that I don't waste the time or energy to set up this way unless I know for a fact that I'm on a hot spot.

When I find a good spot with lot's of fish marked, I'll cut one hole for my electronics, and one to fish out of.  I took this picture shortly after marking tons of fish.

I lowered my camera to about ten feet off the bottom, the upper range of the suspended fish.  The water clarity was a bit cloudy, not as clear as I'd like for this type of set up, but it would have to do.  I could see only about two feet at the most below the camera, which is set to look down on the fish.  As soon as I picked up my rod and jigged, I saw a crappie swim in very quickly and miss my lure.  The next attempt from a different fish resulted in the fish sucking my jig in.

When I set the camera up, I dropped down my tandem Ratso rig down there because they're easier to find. The top Ratso was the one that the crappie inhaled, so I set the hook.  These weren't the dink crappie that I was getting earlier, these were decent for this lake.  They weren't big, but they were fat mediums, most good enough for a nice filet at nine to ten inches long.

The fish were ferocious.  As soon as I dropped the Ratso's into camera view, a crappie would swoop in to inhale it, aggressively.  And my sonar was showing a lot of fish down there.  I was catching them one after another, giggling like a little kid.  So, before the school left, I decided to coax Mike over to give the camera a try.

Mike spent about fifteen minutes in there playing with the camera and catching a few.  I heard him laughing as he was getting used to fishing versus what he was seeing on the camera.  It takes getting used to for sure, but he was having fun.  He didn't want to take up my fishing time, so he turned my shanty back over to me.

For the next two hours, the crappie kept showing up, actively attacking my soft plastic jigs.  I lost a couple nice crappie at the hole but for the most part, I landed about eighty percent of the fish that decided to bite.  I lost some time when crappie or bluegills decided to wrap themselves around my camera cable during the fight, but landed those fish.  The time lost was setting it up again so I could see my jigs.

By now it was snowing lightly.  I've always seemed to have good luck with the crappie while it was snowing, so this seemed to be the case again.

Over the next two hours, I managed to ice thirty four crappie and seven bluegills.  Then, they seemed to disappear.  But, one solid mark remained about four feet off the bottom and didn't more or react to any of my lures.  I couldn't see it on my camera, but I was pretty sure it was a larger branch of that tree that I found earlier.  I felt that the fish would return, so I decided to stick it out.

During the following few hours, I picked up crappie and bluegills now and then.  But, the fish became a bit finicky.  I could see them on the camera at times, and they'd move in and check out my lure and either bite or swim off.  I also was able to fish off the bottom and coax a decent bluegill into biting every now and then, below the tree mark.

Sometimes finicky fish, especially bluegills, will prefer a smaller jig tipped with a couple spikes.  This tiny Northland Tungsten Fireball jig fishes heavy and shows a nice mark on my sonar.

I took a break and socialized a little bit, and during the meantime checked some of the other holes out without electronics while jigging a Salmo Chubby Darter, a jigging lure that resembles a lipless crankbait and an effective technique for catching bass, trout and jumbo crappie.  I didn't get any hits, but Mike and his buddies, Phil and Nick, were pretty much calling it a day during early afternoon.

Meanwhile, Wayne was consistently catching bluegills and the occasional crappie out of his spot.  I went back to my hole and noticed that the suspended fish had returned, with more and more of them appearing on my flasher.  They snubbed my tandem plastics for the most part, but willingly hit the tiny jig/maggot combination.  They were bluegills.  Not the sniffing dinks from the morning, but decent sized ones.  I wouldn't say they were big, but they were decent, averaging seven to eight inches long.

Wayne with a small crappie caught earlier in the morning.  Later, we both caught quite nicer ones.  Like I said earlier in the post, when the bigger fish are really biting well, it's tough to be a camera man!

Bluegills fight like crazy and easily wrap around the camera cable, so I quickly pulled the camera out.  They were so active that using the sonar was highly effective.

These fish became very active and aggressive toward my smaller offering.  Every now and then, I'd hook a crappie.  By late afternoon, the bite was frantic again. The bluegills were all around the tree, both above it and below it, and sometimes suspending ten feet off the bottom, and extremely aggressive.  The crappie bite earlier in the day was quite impressive, but this bluegill bite was something else!

The bluegills preferred this small round ball jig tipped with a couple spikes.

Our hope was to fish into the dark for the crappie, that since we found them during the day here in decent numbers, that they'd return.  Usually, that's a good plan for setting up for a night time crappie bite.  But, I didn't want to leave this great bluegill bite to go back to my truck and get my lantern!

Wayne had moved closer so we could share the lantern light once the night bite began, and also was getting into the bluegills at a rapid rate.  He also had a knack for catching several trout on the day while jigging, and also a couple largemouth bass as well.

In between catching crappie and bluegills, Wayne caught trout and a few small largemouth bass, which are fun on the light ice panfish set ups.

I finally decided to quickly go get my lantern and return before it was too late.  But the bluegills didn't let me down, they kept on biting.  It was a great evening bite.  I managed to also catch a small bass.  Then, the sun dropped as well as the temperatures.

This hand sized bluegill liked that Northland Tungsten Fireball jig!

Wayne and I caught a few bluegills and crappie after dark, but the bite wasn't what we'd hoped for.  The fish became finicky but we marked them regularly.  I've noticed this before when fishing murky water, that those lakes don't make for great night bites for crappie.  So, we called it quits.

My numbers were my best trip of the year, and the size of the fish, although not large, was decent.  At least it was from the standpoint of having a good time.  I finished with forty two crappie, sixty three bluegills, and a largemouth bass.  That one hot hole produced 101 fish!  That is a great day on the ice, for me, a total of 106 fish on the day.  I'm sure Wayne had similar numbers.

Any time you hit the century mark with numbers of fish, on or off the ice, it's a trip to remember.  Hence, I thought that I'd share it with you!

What a fun day on the ice!

Hot Start to a Cold Winter...Hardwater Heaven!

Call it Polar Vortex, call it unusual, call it whatever you wish.  I call it winter, a normal winter that reminded me of winters past, where our local ice fishing opportunities lasted two to three months.  No matter what it's called, I'm thankful for it.  The mild winters of the past few years were painful to ice anglers like me, who had to travel further to find ice.  Now, my inner conflict, the open water musky angler in me, yearns for flowing rivers free of ice, but part of me is happy now!

As an ice angler, I couldn't have been much more happy about my first four trips on the ice.  I had the opportunity to meet new friends and fish with old friends.  And the icing on the cake, or on the lake, was that we caught a bunch of fish in the process.

My first three trips took place at the lake where it all started for me too many years ago to mention.  Yeah, I'm the guy that I used to call "old".  This lake was home to my first ice fishing adventure of my life, as detailed in my previous post, "Remember Your First Ice Fishing Trip?"  Jeff Redinger turned me on to this gem of a lake along with the sport of ice fishing.

My old friend Glenn Cumings met me up there, the same guy that hosted Jeff's ice fishing workshop that got me addicted to this past time.  Glenn is as equally responsible for my ice fishing exposure as Jeff is.  The ice was anywhere from four to eight inches thick where it looked “safe” that first afternoon.  The lake was drawn down about ten feet for the past few years because the dam needs
to be repaired.  The usual twenty something foot deep hot spots were now ten feet shallower.  But, the fish were there.

My first trip always seems like an orientation for me, not only to find the fish, but also to get the rustiness of not being on the ice a while out of me.  My hook setting reaction time seems to get slower each year, yet improves daily the more that I get out and fish.

I fished near an old spot where twenty foot depths were ten, hoping the fish wouldn't care about depth and remain on the structure.  I picked up a few fish here and there, but it wasn't a banner day for me. I finished with eleven medium sized crappie, seven nice bluegills, and five decent sized yellow perch.  I was only on the ice for just a few hours, so it wasn't all that bad.  In fact, it wasn't the fish, it was me.

One of my favorite rod and reel rigs for fishing soft plastics is my tandem Ratso rig.  I rig two Ratso's in tandem, one about eight inches higher than the bottom one.  The rod is an ultralight inexpensive fiberglass rod with a broken rod tip.  Being the cheap person that I am, I converted this to my ultralight jigging rod for these baits by adding a homemade “spring bobber” as a replacement tip top.  If you've read my other ice fishing posts, you know how much I rely on this rig.  It's my bread and butter panfish catching set up!

This rig really shines during that night time crappie bite.  Usually, when a fish bites, you see the spring move down with the fish pulling on the line.  Sometimes crappie will hit and the spring, normally loaded by the weight of the jig, actually rises and the line goes slack.  When fish hit like that, they’re pushing the bait up.  Crappie are notorious for that behavior.

Glenn introduced me to one of the guys on the ice, Tanner, who also frequents Iceshanty.  He fished with two of his buddies that had never ice fished before.  He let his buddies use his flip over shanty, tackle, and sonar units.  That's a true friend right there, hauling all that extra gear out just for them.

Since I didn’t arrive at the lake until about four in the afternoon, I didn’t bring my underwater camera onto the ice simply because of the lack of daylight.  I relied on the sonar to detect the fish and observe their behavior.  I may have missed some fish during the night bite because my lantern wasn’t working properly, and I didn't have the right tools to fix it on the lake.  Glenn and the other guys did well, maybe slightly better than I did, possible because of that.  I thought at the time it was because they were using bait, but that wasn’t the case.  I wouldn’t discover why my limited success until the next day.

All of my fish were caught on glow Ratso 1/64 jigs with blue glow 3/4 inch Ratso soft plastic finesse tails (stinger style) made by Custom Jigs and Spins.  On this lake, glow blue or glow pink are hot colors for some reason.  That day, blue worked much better than the pink.  As far as color goes, I'm not convinced that it makes a difference as it's more of a confidence thing, but the glow does make a difference in my humble opinion.  I think that how you work the lure and the lure size are far more important factors.  But it was a fun start for my ice season.  The fish weren’t big, but not quite dinks either…mediums I’d say.

It looks cold, but it was actually pretty toasty inside my shanty.  I had to peel off a couple layers of clothing to keep from sweating inside there.  The lantern provides both light and heat inside, even in frigid temperatures.

I fished the same lake the next day, starting around mid-afternoon.   The bite was slow at first.  I only caught one bluegill for the first hour.  I spent quite a bit of time searching for active fish, cutting holes and checking them with the sonar.  Every hole I cut seemed to be the same, eleven feet and featureless, and not marking many fish.

I dropped my camera down for a horizontal look around, and saw nothing but mud and a clump of algae here and there, with no fish in site.  I checked four separate holes where I caught fish the previous night and found nothing.  Then, I found one spot that was about two feet deeper and marked a fish.  I didn’t catch it, but did mark it.  I figured this spot was different.  Later, that hunch would prove to be the reason that the fish were there.

I dropped down the camera for a quick 360 degree scan, and saw several bluegills.  This was a good spot to set up.  I cut one hole for my flasher, one for my camera, and one to fish out of.  Within a half hour, I had a few nice bluegills iced, not great, but a start.  I set my camera to look down on the fish at about six feet from the bottom.  This way, I could see them approach from any angle.  I could see my jigs and the bottom pretty clearly.

I spent most of the afternoon fishing inside my shanty.  It’s easier to see the camera in a dark house.  Of course, inside the shanty, you're also comfortable and out of the elements.  Every now and then I'd flip my shack open to chat and not be an unsociable hermit.  Tanner had arrived with his buddies, Ricky and Chris.  They also began to take advantage of the late afternoon bite.

Pictured here are Tanner to the right, his buddy Chris in the chair, and Ricky inside the other shanty.  The guy furthest away is named Rich.  I met Rich the day before.  He’s a nice guy and really tore up the bluegills both days.  As you can see, not only can you catch a lot of fish, but it’s pretty sociable out there too!

While using the camera, when the fish moved in, I could see them inhale my lure, and I’d set the hook. That extra time made up for my slow old age hook sets and allowed me to land the light biters that gave me fits the day before.  Bluegills are notorious for being finicky light biters.  The camera helps to see them bite.

Later, even more fish showed up, and showed up in bigger numbers.  The fish chased down my jigs as quick as I could get them down there.  They competed with each other to get to them.  At one point, the bluegills pecked at my camera!  Then the crappie moved in.  They used my camera as structure!  I’d jig right up to the camera and a crappie would appear right there and inhale it.  They looked huge right in front of the camera like that.  They were extremely aggressive.  You can't see stuff like that on a flasher, which makes ice fishing with an underwater camera that much more fun.

I watched this yellow perch show up suspend right below the camera and engulf my offering.  You can see the Ratso firmly embedded in its upper lip.  Also, you can see my set up, the flasher and camera both in use.  During daylight, the camera was effective.  Deeper fish that were out of view had to be watched on the sonar until the camera could pick them up.  As daylight diminished, the camera's effectiveness did as well.

As we lost daylight, the camera became less effective.  My camera doesn’t work well at night.  The zooplankton are attracted to the camera lighting and they show up in huge clouds after dark.  Plus, it's an old undewater camera and the lighting isn't really all that great.  I've heard that the modern cameras work much better at night.  So, as it became dark, I had to focus on the sonar.  It didn't matter, as the bluegills and crappie stayed aggressive most of the evening.

This particular lake isn't open all night.  In fact, they will ticket you after a certain time.  There was a slow spell about an hour and a half after dark, but wouldn’t you know it, when it was time to get off the lake, the crappie showed up again, more aggressive than ever.  We managed a few bigger ones to close out the evening with some over ten inches long.  But most were mediums like the previous day.

Here’s a typical bluegill from that trip, measuring about six inches (average was 6-8”), with the Ratso in the upper lip.

That night, I finished with 44 crappie, 31 bluegills, and 5 yellow perch.  I caught my last crappie to round out eighty fish just in time to pack up and get out before getting ticketed.  Tanner was using maggots on a small moon glow jig and easily did as well as I did, and better than I did the previous night.  The difference for me between the two nights was that slightly deeper depression in the bottom that seemed to hold the fish.

The last crappie of the night, a small one.

Of course, after those two afternoons, visions of ice fishing danced through my brain all week at work.  I had the day off this past Friday, and went back to the same lake, this time toting Glenn with me.  We hit a local tackle shop for bait to pick up some spikes, just in case the fish were finicky.

We arrived at the lake and were fishing by about one in the afternoon.  A week after my first outing, the ice had more than doubled, now over ten inches thick.

Glenn heard about a spot that had a hot bite of bigger fish from a buddy of his, so we cut holes in that area and searched for fish.  I marked fish in every hole that I cut.  This area of the lake was nearly the deepest at fifteen to eighteen feet.  The fish actively checked the baits and nipped at then.  This behavior is typical of smaller fish, or very finicky larger fish.  You won't know for sure until you catch one.

After cutting a few more holes and having the same thing happen, I downsized to a tiny ice jig tipped with one maggot.  I had to catch one to see if they were worth fishing for or not, just to be sure.  I caught one fish after another on that rig, but they were literally three inch bluegills and four inch yellow perch, confirming my suspicion.  So much for the magic hole.

I didn’t want to waste time feeding baitfish, and moved further up the lake to the more shallow thirteen foot depth that had been productive the week before.  Again, every hole marked fish, so I had to fish them to see what those fish were.  I wasn't satisfied with my catch, so I kept moving, cutting and checking holes. Up until then, I had a dozen fish under my belt that wouldn’t have weighed half a pound collectively!

I moved toward the creek channel, out of the thirteen feet and and back to fifteen, but further up the lake.  My first drop resulted in good hit on my tandem Ratso soft plastic rig.  The bite resonated up to my elbow!  I set the hook and immediately pulled my flasher transducer out of the way.  I back reeled and the fish took drag, and I didn’t want to lose whatever it was, even if I was using one pound test.  Finally, I brought it to the hole, head first and lipped it, yanking it onto the ice.  It turned out to not be a monster, but a nice bass at fourteen and one half inches long!

This chunky fourteen and a half inch largemouth fell for my Ratso tandem rig.  Here you can see my modified broken inexpensive rod with my home made spring tip top.  Not bad for one pound test, huh?

Well, I figured that was the hot hole.  But, maybe there were more like him down there.  My flasher marked a lot of fish, so I dropped something that usually tempts the bigger fish like this one, a Salmo Chubby Darter, which looks like a lipless crankbait but is a vertical jigging lure.  You lower them to the bottom, then rip them up about three feet or so, then let them drop, keeping your light tight as it falls with the fluttering lure, but not so tight that it kills the action.

After jigging the Chubby Darter three times, my sonar showed the marks moving up for the bite, then, a big hit!  Fish on!  "Whoooo hooo", I’m thinking, "I figured out the bass here!"  But, only to my disappointment, it was a bluegill, albeit nice one. That gill thought he was a largemouth!

This bluegill thought he was a largemouth, jumping all over my Salmo Chubby Darter!

After that, the fish vanished and I stopped marking fish.  By now, it was the magic hour, four in the afternoon, and too late to pull out the camera and set up.  The week prior, this was the hot bite time, and it wasn't happening for me now, especially since the fish had vacated.  It was time to go in search mode again.  I thought, “What a difference from last week when they were so active.”

So, I moved up the channel a little ways, cut another hole.  This time, I marked fish from literally the bottom to about three feet under the ice, and it remained like that the rest of the afternoon and evening.  I dropped my Ratsos down there, and the fish were shooting off the bottom to hit them.  At first, it was bluegills, not big but bigger than before, maybe a six inch average, and some decent yellow perch, males mostly.  Mixed in were some medium crappies.

But the bite never stopped.  In fact, it intensified.  I hit the thirty fish count and pulled out my golf counter so I wouldn’t lose track.  I could remember in my head the perch and bass count, since they were less numerous.  All I had to do is let the golf counter count the total, and remember the crappie count, and deduct that to calculate the bluegills.

My jigs wouldn’t make it to the bottom without fish inhaling them.  They literally hooked themselves.  If I missed on a hookset, another would shoot up to bite before I could lower the bait down.  I caught two at a time on a few drops.  This action, out of one hole, took place from four until about seven in the evening when my lantern ran out of propane.  During that time, my fish count went from a dozen fish to seventy one in total!

My lantern ran out of propane during the hot bite.  On my way back to my truck for more fuel, I ran into Tanner, who introduced me to his Father and Uncle.  They offered me a can of propane to get my lantern working again, so I could get back on the bite.  Thanks guys!  But, by the time I had the lantern fired up, the bite had slowed drastically.  For the next hour and a half, I caught only five medium crappie, but did miss a few bites.  All of the crappie were seven or eight inches long with a  few nine inchers mixed in.

Of course, we had to be off the lake their closing time.  With a half hour to go, talked about packing it in.  Then, like clockwork, they turned on again.  Those fish knew that we had to get off the ice!  All of a sudden, they chased my Ratso’s again.  But now, the crappie were bigger, averaging nine inches, with two fat ones that were over ten inches long.  It was really hard to quit fishing and avoid getting fined, but we did.  I finished with 86 fish, 35 of them were crappie, the one bass, five fat yellow perch, and the rest bluegills.

It was one of the hottest bites in such a short time frame that I can ever recall, even better than the week before.

The next day, I set my sights on another Central Pennsylvania lake further North, to fish the hardwater with one of the best musky anglers, check that, anglers, that I know, the founder of Keystone Outdoor Addiction, Jeremy Tyson.  Jeremy has been ice fishing most of his life, but never really gave using electronics a try, so he wanted to check out my system and see what it's all about.  My friend, fellow angler Wayne Chmielewski, also met us there.  Jeremy's friend Jay was also to meet up with us.  I hadn't met him yet.

When I was setting up, this guy walked out on the ice straight toward us.  He wore a green jacket and black hat, sunglasses over the hat logo, with a backpack and no fishing stuff.  I'm thinking, "Well, here's the game warden checking licenses, starting out with us, the furthest out first."  I figured I'd get it over with so that I could set up and begin fishing.  I walk over to him and showed him my license.  He said that everything looked in good order and asked how the fishing was.  As I was telling him about the fishing, Jeremy yelled out, "Hey Jay, you didn't just check his fishing license, did ya?"

It was Jeremy’s friend, Jay, who was coming out to fish with us…If I was an ostrich, I would have stuck my head down one of the hole in the ice to hide!

Usually, the panfish at this lake are on the larger side but more difficult to find and catch.  The trick is to find fish.  When you do, the size will come.  At least that's been the M.O. of this lake for many years that I've fished it.   We found fish, but nothing big, and they would turn out to be very picky all day.

We were fishing thirty four feet of water.  I gave Jeremy and Jay a tutorial on how to use the sonar as neither had used them through the ice before.  The fish were active enough to effectively teach them about the electronics, but the bluegills and crappie were much smaller than what I’d caught during my previous trips.  We did manage a few nice fat yellow perch though.

I also showed the camera set up to Jeremy and Jay, gave then each turns at attempting to catch fish with it.  They had fun with the system, but I think that they didn't want to infringe on my fishing.  I didn't mind, I was out to have fun.  Them having fun was rewarding to me.  But I admit, it's very easy to close the shanty and sit there and watch the camera and fish. It's mesmerizing, and time goes by.

At one point in the late afternoon, the fish showed up on the sonar in big suspended schools.  I then saw them on my camera.  They were crappie.  I'd watch them zoom in and miss my lures and aggressively attempt to eat them.  They’d surge to attack and miss, often, like they were blind!  But, it was deep, probably nearly thirty feet down down over thirty four feet of water, right under my camera, and there was snow on the ice.  It was dark down there.  I think that they had a hard time seeing the bait.  That does explain why at night they will follow and not always bite.  They may be trying to eat the lure all along and simply miss.

Later, I watched my jig while trying to entice a crappie below, when a big flash of a fish swooped in and engulfed my jig.  I set the hook and the fight was on.  It wasn’t as strong as the bass from the day before, but the fish was much bigger than I had been catching all day and I didn’t want to lose it.  Fortunately, it didn’t wrap around my camera cable, and I was able to get it though the hole.  As it turns out, rather than the big fat perch that I had hoped it was, it was another bass, but it was significantly smaller than the bass from Friday at about ten inches long.

Here's the little bass that attacked my Ratso rig, with Jeremy Tyson in the background.

Here's a picture of Wayne, searching for fish down by the dam.

Jeremy called it quits before dark. It was a good call, because his arrival at home earlier saves him brownie points with his wife for future trips, and these dinky fish weren't worth it.  We stayed in hopes that the bigger crappie would appear.

After dark, my flasher lit up like a Christmas tree with fish.  Looking at the round shape of the sonar in the picture below, the bottom is at about 8 o'clock.  All those marks to the right going counter clockwise are fish.  The bottom group were mostly tiny bluegills.  The ones the the right, at about ten to fifteen feet were small  to medium crappie, the biggest that we caught were nine inches, but most were only six inches long.  The fish about ten feet down over thirty four feet of water were the more active fish, suspended like that.  The ones toward the bottom were suspended and active too, but were too small to get even the tiny jig hook in their mouths

My sonar was lit up like a Christmas Tree!

I hoped the lake would have produced a hot bite with bigger fish.  There was enough action to keep us interested, but fish fish were very picky during the day and, other than the perch, were on the small side.  I finished with a six bluegills, two yellow perch, a largemouth, and twenty two crappie.  Not bad, but not great, and the size was a real disappointment, especially for this lake.  We could have stayed and caught more, but Wayne and I had a long drive home.  So, we made a pact that we'd each get one more and then call it quits.  It took about fifteen minutes, and we succeeded in fulfilling our pact, and packed it up.

My first four trips were a huge success though, because I fished with Jeremy and Wayne for the first time on the ice, and met some new anglers (Tanner, Jay and Rich), and spent some time with an old friend who is partly responsible for my ice fishing addiction, Glenn Cumings.  And, two of the four trips had some of the hottest action that I'd ever experienced in such a short amount of time!

I'd say that was a hot start to a cold winter, wouldn't you?

Remember Your First Ice Fishing Trip?

Remember your first ice fishing trip?  Leave a comment and tell me the story.  Here’s the scoop on my first time on the ice.  But first, some background…

Wisconsin Ice.  Isn't it beautiful?  You can see some old holes cut and the trail of an angler checking holes for fish.  This photo is courtesy of Iceshanty.com.  Join that site if you like ice fishing if you already haven't.  It's free, and full of info, and has plenty of wallpaper pics like these.  I can't believe that I used to be afraid of something like this!

Many moons ago before I fished the hard water, I would hate this time of year.  Back then everything froze, the rivers, creeks, and even the Chesapeake Bay.  The only places you could find open water to fish were power plants with warm water discharges or below the dams of lakes.  I had heard of some people ice fishing the small local lakes, but never actually witnessed such an event.  Even still, I would have never set foot on the ice back then to check it out.  I held a huge level fear and respect for the ice.

Stories in the news about people falling through the ice and losing their lives, warnings from my parents about the dangers of ice, and my lack of understanding about ice safety in general kept those fears alive, leaving me to satisfy my fishing habits in other ways, like outdoors shows.

I’m really not a resident of ice fishing country.  People that live in the western part of our state ice fish often because of the higher elevations and colder temperatures.  But for the most part, you have to drive North to find safe ice in our neighboring friendly State of Pennsylvania.  People in my neck of the woods think pretty much the way that I did about getting on lake ice, much less ice fishing.

I recall a story from my Mother about someone in her high school that fell through the ice, and the unfortunate victim couldn’t find the hole where he fell through, leading him to his demise.  As a youngster, seeing that scene in the movie “The Omen,” where that kid fell through the river ice and people screamed in horror as they helplessly witnessed the current carry the child under the ice downstream impending doom, didn’t help matters either.

The local news always seemed to have stories unfortunate victims that ventured out onto the ice and fell through.  Every winter, these tragic deaths occurred, it seemed, leading one to believe that no ice is ever safe.  Well, there is some truth to that.  Having that wariness also makes us better ice anglers, or at least safer ones.  My respect for the dangers of thin ice always leads me to err on the side of caution.  I’ll address ice safety another day.

On top of the fears, my unwillingness to even think about ice fishing was compounded with some sort of notion that everyone just sits on one hole waiting for a fish to swim by and bite, while sitting outside freezing your you know what off.

Then, one day, I was talked into attending an ice fishing presentation and workshop by my friend Glenn Cumings, then a Park Naturalist for our regional parks system.   After the presentation, I was introduced by Glenn to the presenter, Jeff Redinger, who put on a very good presentation, enough to spark my interest in the subject.  The resulting discussion between Glenn, Jeff and I resulted in an invite to ice fish the following weekend.  I was terrified, but I agreed to go.

I’ll never forget that first trip…it was cold out but not uncomfortable.   It was an afternoon to evening trip to a small lake in Pennsylvania.  Jeff’s goal was to catch fish and at the same time, show us what it’s all about.  We had a chance to put into action what we learned during his presentation.  Our primary quarry, bluegills.  Jeff had plenty of gear.  All I had to have were some warm boots and clothes.  I brought a small box of my favorite open water panfish jigs with the idea that maybe I could catch a few on my stuff.  Yeah, I’m stubborn like that!!!!

The ice was crystal clear, was as slick as glass, and the water had about  six feet of visibility.  It was kind of spooky.   Jeff let me borrow a spare set of cleats for this trip.  The metal on ice sound on our cleats clicked and clacked as we walked across the frozen lake.  When you’d walk on it, sometimes pressure cracks would occur, sending fear up and down your spine, at least to a newbie like me already full of the fear of breaking through.

This picture was taken a couple years after Jeff showed us the ropes.  But, you can see Glenn fighting a fish that he watched using his sonar unit, a Zercom Clearwater Classic.  Glenn still uses this unit to this day.  The blue box is like the one Jeff  had with his Humminbird flasher style sonar.  Jeff eventually purchased a Clearwater Classic too, also my first sonar unit.  At the time, it was state of the art.  You can see how clear the ice was with the pressure cracks.  That's what it was like on my first trip, minus the snow.

During Jeff’s presentation, he talked about ice safety, where on a lake would be the safest place to get on, and places to avoid where there could be thin or weaker ice.  After a quick review of that short lesson, we were off to cut holes and look for fish.  He showed us how to use his hand auger as he discussed his methodology to find fish holding structure, and fish.

We moved out to the middle of the lake, and Jeff started cutting holes.  He cut about ten holes where he’d estimate the creek channel edge to be.  It didn’t hurt that he’d been out on this lake and had some experience catching fish prior to our trip.  After cutting the holes, he’d check each one with his sonar to see if he could mark a fish, or what might be a fish.  After checking a few holes without marking anything, he yelled out to us that he might have marked a fish.  The next step was to confirm that what he saw on his sonar was, indeed, a fish.  Then, he taught us his approach to catching them.

Jeff likes to fish for panfish, targeting bluegills, perch and crappie mainly, but gladly landing anything that would be willing to bite.  First, he’d drop an ice jig tipped with a waxworm or maggot (commonly known as a spike) down the hole, to test the reaction of the fish by watching his sonar, and to see if the fish would bite.  If the attempt produced a bite or at least have the fish seem interested, then he’d stay for a bit on that spot a bit longer.  If he caught a fish, then he’d stay even longer.  If he caught and marked multiple fish on his sonar and they were active, then he’d stay and fish it out until they stopped biting, then move to another hole.  That, my friends, is a hot spot…or a hot hole.

The spot that got me hooked!

When the fish stopped biting or became finicky, then he’d try downsizing his lure to tempt them.  If that didn’t work, then he’d move to find more active fish, checking the other holes that he cut or move on to cut more holes until he’d find another school of active fish and start the process over.

Jeff was using an old Rapala ice jigging rod with a spring bobber attached to the tip, spooled with either two or four pound test line.  A spring bobber is a form of strike indicator that is attached, usually, but not always, to the rod tip.  Often, it’s made of fine wire or a light spring.  When a fish inhales the tiny ice jig, the spring will bend enough for you to see the bite, where your next effort would be to set the hook.  With a traditional rod tip, you might not even see that bite.

The old Rapala jigging rod was made entirely of plastic.  It looked very cheap and simple, and was inexpensive..  Basically, it’s a rod and reel combination in a sense, but more of an instrument to hold the line, and doesn't really look like a fishing rod and reel.  If I had seen one prior to that day, I’d think that maybe it was some sort of kite flying reel.  With these rods, you don't reel in the fish.  You bring the fish up using a hand over hand method.  Where is the drag if you hook a big fish?  You hand over hand the line back in the hole!

Jeff has a few nice slabs iced, posing with a Rapala jigging rod and his trusty Zercom Clearwater Classic flasher style sonar.  When using this type of fishing rod, you don't reel them in, you hand line them.

Jeff gave us a quick lesson on how to use the sonar to not only find fish, but how to use it to determine fish behavior and actually be able to tell if a fish might bite, and when.  He used a flasher type of sonar back them made by Humminbird.  As he let his lure fall, he pointed out a bar of light on his round sonar display moving downward, saying that was his jig.  He also pointed out that the bright thick band at the calibrated twenty feet represented the bottom.

I asked, “What are all those marks in the middle?”  “Fish,” he said, as one of those fish marks moved vertically toward his falling lure.  Just when the jig was above the fish, he’d stop, wait, maybe twitch the rod tip a tiny bit causing the spring bobber to move ever so slightly.  As the fish moved closer to the lure, the sonar bands became one larger thick band.  He said, “Now is the time to take your eyes off the sonar and watch the spring bobber and look for a bite.  If the spring moves even the slightest amount, set the hook!”

The spring moved down a tiny bit.  Jeff set the hook lifting the palm rod way over his head, followed by fighting the fish by hand, pulling line up hand over fist, literally, giving some back to the fish during a short run.  Out through the hole appeared a fat yellow perch.  “I thought, wow, this stuff really works!”  I couldn’t wait to catch a fish now.  My next move was to cut a hole not too far from Jeff.  Not that I wanted to fish over the same fish that he was, but at least I could hear what he was doing and learn a thing or two.  And, he could relay info to me about what the fish were doing.  Were they on the bottom or suspended, and if suspended, how high?

My good friend and ice fishing mentor Jeff Redinger sporting some fine slabs for the dinner table.

The ice was building.  When it does that, it makes these booming noises, almost like thunder but not quite.  It really sounds more like someone bending a large piece of sheet metal.  When the pressure under the ice builds up, it would put pressure on the ice along the shorelines, and the result was usually a pressure crack to relieve that pressure, but also accompanied by that booming sound.  At least, that’s what I think is happening.  Perhaps someone familiar with the science could offer the exact explanation in a comment if I’m not on the mark here.  Jeff said, after one big boom and crack, “She’s making ice, and that’s music to my ears.”

Later, while sitting on a bucket fishing, a crack formed, heading straight toward me and right between my legs, scaring me nearly to death!  Pressure cracks aren’t really dangerous because the ice is pushed together into a near solid joint.  Although, Jeff recommended that when walking across the ice, try to avoid spots where multiple cracks cross, just to be a little extra safe.  Although, when snow covers the ice, you really can’t see the cracks, so you just go forward and trust that things are safe.  Again, I’ll address ice safety another day, but a good thing to do when conditions are iffy is to carry a spud bar and test the ice thickness as you proceed forward.  That day, I made sure to follow him, step by step!

Jeff, if I remember correctly, caught several fish out of that one hole while we were still trying to figure out how everything worked.  I tied on one of my favorite panfish jigs from my open water experience, a one inch Bass Pro Shops Squirmin’ Grub in pumpkinseed, color hooked on a 1/64 ounce orange ball headed jighead.  Jeff pretty much identified that the area held fish, and being without sonar, we had to figure out how deep to fish.  How do you do that?  Ask the guy with the sonar, over and over, “How deep are they?  Are you still marking them.”  Or, just go over and watch for yourself over his shoulder.  Those were valuable lessons actually.  It not only helps you to learn what is going on under the ice, but newbies like me can watch the more experienced ice angler work the fish!

After my lesson, I dropped my jig down the hole, using Jeff’s spare ice rod with my soft plastic jig.  I’d let it sink to the bottom, then when my line went slack, picked up the slack and wound up a little line so that the jig would be about a foot or two off the bottom.  I wasn’t going to see if the fish were finicky, so I jigged pretty aggressively, then let it sit, then repeat the process.  I’d work the bait slowly up a foot, then slowly all the way to the bottom, and repeat.

All of a sudden my spring snapped down.  A hit!  My first bite ice fishing!  I set the hook and pulled the fish up, hand over hand, and landed a nice fat yellow perch.  I guess the soft plastic grub was a winner after all!  Let me tell you that this was over 25 years ago, long before the popular ice fishing soft plastics of today.  Not long after that, I caught my second fish, a nice hand sized bluegill.  After that the fish became really active and I caught one after another, a mixed bag of species too.  When the bite slowed, I’d bounce to another hole and try again, while asking Jeff, the man with the eyes underneath, “Are you still marking fish?”  Sometimes he was too busy hauling in one bluegill after another to respond, but eventually he’d cough up that valuable info.

I was amazed.  I was hooked.  I thought that this ice fishing thing was cool!  It was like a whole new world opening up to me.  No more long cold icy no fishing weekends.  From then on, I prayed for frigid temperatures to build ice each winter.  And that sonar?  I had to have one.  It took me a couple years to save enough money but eventually purchased one, then later, another.

Eventually, I purchased a sonar unit too.  That's my Clearwater Classic, my first sonar unit, that now serves as my back up sonar.  It still works great!  My first purchases were rods, jigs, cleats and an ice auger.  After that, my arsenal exploded with gear.  Obviously I went from being hooked to addicted!

Jeff was hammering the bluegills, big bump headed bull bluegills too, one after another.  He was on such a good bite that he didn’t move from that one hole all afternoon and evening.  At times, his jig couldn’t get to the bottom because the school of gills was so thick.  He had a bunch of fish laid out on the ice that he was bringing home for the table, the best of the big bluegills and a few fat yellow perch.  Normally he’d bounce from hole to hole, and leaving those fish on the ice are a nice reminder what holes are hot and what aren’t.  Of course, that might not be such a good idea on a crowded lake for all to see!

I wasn’t on that type of bite, but I was steadily catching fish.  It was really cool watching the fish come up viewing through the ice from several feet down.  It kind of creeped me out at the time.  Now I love those types of days.

My Squirmin’ Grub caught big bluegills, fat yellow perch, a few slab crappie and some small foot long largemouth bass.  At the end of the day, I finished with almost thirty fish.  My buddy Glenn did nearly as well.  It was his second trip out on the ice.  Already he was hopelessly addicted.  He’d driven to Pennsylvania the previous weekend and raided the local tackle shops for ice gear and lures.

We didn’t have the internet to place orders back then.  Shopping for fishing gear was all done through a catalogue via the mail, or by shopping at the once numerous Mom and Pop tackle shops in the area.  Waxworms and spikes back then were hard to come by in Maryland, but some of those Pennsylvania stores supplied us throughout the ice season.

But man was I hooked.  I thought about all those years that I’d visit a lake and turn away, wondering if the ice was good enough to get out on and fish.  And for many years, ice fishing was legal on those lakes.  Remember the drownings that I’d heard about?  There were the reason the lakes were closed off to ice fishing after them.  Knowing what I know now, those people ventured out onto ice that wasn’t thick enough.  They didn’t know what they were doing, or what ice was “safe” or not “safe”.  They didn’t know Jeff’s lessons on what to look for.  Why?  Nobody in our area ice fished, or very few did that knew what they were doing.

Not only did I have a blast on my first trip, but I brought some home for a tasty fish fry.  This photo was a few years later, but caught from the same lake that gave me my first start.

But Jeff knew what he was doing.  He was, and still is, a student of the sport, and a pretty darned good teacher too.  He learned much from reading articles about Dave Genz and his methods, and applied those tactics in his home state before moving East.  Dave Genz basically preached the use of electronics (sonar), to stay mobile and go find fish.  Don’t just go out and cut a hole, hope that they are there, and wait for a bite.  Go find them!  It’s more like fish hunting than just fishing.  After all, when fishing out of a boat, most anglers don’t sit in one spot all day.  They move until they catch something, right?  It’s the same thing on the ice.

Since that fateful ice fishing presentation, Jeff has become a dear friend of mine.  I’m forever grateful for my friends Jeff and Glenn, what Jeff taught us, what Glenn and I learned together.  I eventually introduced other friends to ice fishing.  And, eventually, I helped others like Jeff helped me, showing other anglers throughout Maryland and Pennsylvania how to use sonar and the benefits to catching more fish.

Most of the time they’d approach me and ask what that funny looking blue box was for.  After showing them, even letting them fish using it, they were hooked.  Some of those people eventually met me again on the ice and thanked me for helping them, even years later!  I didn’t recognize them at all first, but after that, some became my friends that I still fish with to this day.

Pictured here are my buddies Bill and Mark.  Bill's sporting a nice crappie.  By this time, all my buddies had sonar and we were veterans on the ice.  No more fear for me of the ice, but I still respect it and am careful.

Over time, more and more people started showing up with portable sonar units on the ice.  But back then, I may have seen one or two people at the most over the course of several years using sonar.  And those were the LCD type, not flasher style sonar.  Now, it’s mainstream and just about everyone uses them.  Now there are several brands and also underwater cameras (which I also have and love to fish with).

Here's my first sonar unit, a Zercom Clearwater Classic.  The transducer arm has a level on it.  The battery powered snake light that I rigged to the handle of my Dave Genz Blue Ice Box served as a temporary light so I could fish in the dark until my lantern would be fired up.

This is my current sonar unit, the Vexilar FL-18.  Notice the green and orange bars at about three o'clock.  Those are fish marks, and thick orange bar at about five o'clock is the bottom.  When you drop a jig down the hole, it will show up as a mark like the ones above.  Watch your jig mark and the fish marks and when they come together, watch your rod tip for the bite!  Also, notice the float supporting the transducer in this model.  

Not long after that, I discovered a website for ice fishing and met some more guys to fish with, many from Pennsylvania.  But that website died out, but a new one showed up.  The new website was great, and grew in popularity by leaps and bounds.  Today, it is undoubtedly the most popular ice fishing forum on the web, www.iceshanty.com.  If you haven’t had a chance to check it out, and you’re interested in ice fishing, please do so.  If you are interested in maybe giving ice fishing a try, like I did, or are an ice fishing newbie, then definitely check out Iceshanty, because there is a wealth of information on the site and plenty of knowledgeable helpful anglers to give you a hand.

Fun and eats on Wisconsin ice!  Iceshanty allowed me to meet some really cool friends, thanks go way back to Jeff and Glenn introducing me to this fun filled sport.