Things They Carried Assessment
January 15, 2014
“Ice Shack”
Some people say that ice fishing is boring, because they had to sit and fish in the cold. They would say they would rather be somewhere warm instead of fishing in the cold, and where they could make something eat whenever they would have the urge to eat. Having an ice shack makes fishing much more enjoyable, when I am able to be comfortable and not be cold or hungry. I personally own an ice shack to do those things in an ice shack. Having an ice shack is very helpful. I like that I can cook, eat, take off my jacket, and be comfortable while fishing. When I get in the shack I don’t have to walk far, nor do I have to set up anything for fishing.
Owning a shack …show more content…
can be a little bit more of a hassle. A main reason is the shack will need to be either loaded onto a trailer then hauled to the ice, where it is then loaded onto the ice. Then having to reload the shack onto the trailer then hauled to where ever it will be stored until next winter. Going through this, is much more worth doing that dragging a portable shack and all the accessories that come with, bucket, pole, propane tank, auger, and more. Another example is getting wood for the wood stove. Wood needs to be restocked around every other week. Wood is one of the most important features of the shack having heat, and for cooking.
I drive on the makeshift ice road leading to my shack.
When I get to the shack, I can feel the cold frost on the lock. I grab the handle of the door and enter my shack, smelling a sweet smell of burnt wood. I start getting the fire lit; I feel the heat of the fire on my cold hands. While I’m feeding the fire small kindle and bigger pieces of wood; I open the blinds on the window and get my pole and grubs and get ready to fish. I can hear the crackling of the wood as it is burning; I then throw a couple thicker pieces of wood in the stove. I sit down; drop my jig down with a wax worm. I turn on my Aqua Vu fish TV and angle it towards my jig. As I am fishing, I tend to hear the ice cracking. I then hold my pole and jig it up and down slowly, and watch the TV. I see the fish on the TV; it helps so much with catching fish. After the fish die down and aren’t biting as much, I made some brats, the brats tasted great. As dark approaches the fish don’t bite as much, so I had let the fire die down. I hung my pole up and proceeded to pack up my gear, and close the wooden door covering the holes. I shut the blinds and check the fire one last time before I leave. I grab the handle of the door and opened, feeling the brisk cold air rushing into the shack. I can feel the freezing temperature of the lock. I then left on the makeshift ice road to the
landing.