The Shoe ventured up to the high plains for a little ice fishing today. I was awaiting his arrival on the ice in the morning sunlight. It was a long, slow day of no action. We tried three different lakes and a few different tactics with no success. I had one hit and spotted one other interested fish all day. It was slow to say the least. Shoe had a tug at one point too, but that was it. Speaking with other ice anglers at all three lakes, we did not talk to a person that had caught a single fish. Perhaps the warm temperatures or some other climate condition had the fish in lock jaw mode. Whatever the case, Shoe and I had a fine time visiting on the ice and catching up. We stayed on the ice until sunset, content that we had given it a full effort but today was simply not meant to be one of catching, only fishing.
Shoe starting off in the clam ice shelter - he had just seen a 24 incher go through
Moving around to try to find fish
The humble Shoe ice abode
Some antelope with the Snowy Range in the background - it was a glorious day
Sun setting on our ice efforts