Ice Fishing: More Sitting, Less Fishing

Tried ice fishing at Lake of the Woods, thinking it’d be all rugged and adventurous. Reality? Mostly sitting, freezing, and questioning life choices.

Drilled a hole, dropped a line, and waited. And waited. And… still nothing. Meanwhile, some show-off fish jumped out of a hole ten feet away—basically moonwalking on ice just to flex on us.

Tried to warm up with hot coffee. Spilled it. Immediately created an iced coffee I didn’t want.

Highlight? Watching a buddy’s chair slowly slide across the ice while he panicked like a penguin on roller skates.

Final score: Fish - 12, Us - Frozen. Would I do it again? Sure—if I bring a heater and lower my expectations.

Anyone else had an ice fishing disaster?