happy dream

I had a dream last night about ice fishing. I'm pretty sure I have written about how much I love and hate ice fishing. It is fun to get in the ice shanty and be isolated from the world for a few hours with nothing but your thoughts, some beer, and a line in the water. The frustrating part is being able to see the goddamn fish swimming around just looking at the bait and not biting. Even if you are unsuccessful in your trip onto the ice, you can take a lot away from it. I always felt rejuvenated at the end of the day. Is it a pain to wake up early and bundle up? Yes. Is it a pain in the ass to get the ice auger out and hope that fish are under the ice? Yes. Is it cold as balls? Yes. Is it worth all the hassle, the loss of feeling in your fingers, and the time it takes to fish? Most defiantly. And I wouldn't trade any day on the ice for nothing.

This dream I had made me happy all day. When I woke up this morning I wanted nothing more than to go home and spend some time on the ice. We are trying to get home in February before all the snow and ice melt. The only problem right now is the prices are through the roof.