First Sunburn of the Year

But the weather and everyone’s health did align for one good day of tip-up fishing.

A little over a week post-surgery, Fischer was starting to be himself again and seemed up for an adventure.

The sun was shining, and the wind wasn’t blowing too bad.

Unfortunately, the trusty truck also chose March to poop out on us, so we loaded up the Subaru; auger, sled, buckets, blankets and plenty of snacks, just enough room for Fischer and Fins.

Our invited friend, Jackie, had to drive separate.

We’re at our lake of choice, seemingly always Sakakawea, not for the action but the size potential.

Scott started drilling holes at varying depths and Jackie and I followed with bait and tip-ups, Fisch in his sled, Fins running around barking at the flocks of Canada geese above.

We set up a little base camp with some blankets for Fisch to sit on, chit chatted and soaked in the warm sun on our faces.

It wasn’t long before a little someone insisted a snack turned to early lunch, as he devoured a granola bar, a pouch, and last night’s leftover fish, a northern Scott speared yesterday not 100 yards from where we sat now.