Every year, my friends and I along with our parents go up to camp. After the duration of a decade, it’s become a tradition, just like the 4th of July. This year, Sam Orlando, Patrick Bishop, myself, my dad, the Phinney family, along with a few others attended this event. Among the variety of activities that are participated in up at camp, ice fishing is the task that take the most time.
The first day, we went out on the ice. We had traps out on the ice in about an hour. I’ve always thought that ice traps were like barriers on the ice. They stand up off the ice and snow to break up the mix like dividers that broke up students wanting to cheat off their peers’ tests. We caught several fish that day, but in the time between these fish, we drove snowmobiles and…show more content… There’s a fish over here!” Sam and I ran over to the flag as if it was a 200m relay race in track. As Sam had never gone ice fishing before, I set the trap up for him to pull in the fish. By moving hand over hand to get the line up towards the ice, the fish neared. I could tell it was a big one on the other end of the hook. We could soon see flashes of light reflect off the fish’s scales like a glare in a window. As Sam pulled the fish out of the hole, the line had too much pressure and snapped. Sam and I both immediately thrusted our hands into the hole filled with freezing water to try and regain our winning battle. Sam clamped onto that fish as though his life depended on it. The fish was soon extracted from the hole and we measured it to be a 26 inch togue weighing approximately 5 pounds. As soon as we measured it, we released back into the lake by sliding it into the hole like a human going down a slip and slide. That fish that Sam and I caught ended up being the biggest fish of the weekend. After pondering this experience I realized I didn’t put my hands in that ice hole, it was my natural instinct
