On Friday after Thanksgiving I loaded up my Mobile Ice Fishing Headquarters (MIFH) with gear and friends for four days of ice fishing 100 miles south east of Fairbanks.
My Mobile Ice Fishing Headquarters, a 1991 Jamboree by Fleetwood.
The sled loaded with the escape pod, gear and lunches.
Here are some of the usual suspects, my cousin Dianna and her most significant other, Erik. I'm warming up to Erik quickly because he takes me to remote places in his airplane. At first I wasn't too sure about him because he was just some guy she met on an airstrip and she fell for his best pick-up line, "You want to go flying?" His airplane is a chick magnet. Now that he takes me flying too sometimes, I think he's OK.
Steve, another one of my best buds. He's praying to the fish gods.
Dave with one of our best fish of the trip, a chunky 20 incher.
And then there was me, sometimes they call me "The fishin' magician" a nick name I reluctantly accept, what are ya gunna do? I'm double fisting it with two jigging poles.
The escape pod all set up and ready to go with a full moon in the clear morning sky.
Dave with a nice stocked king.
The Cuz. with her first of the day. We're using home tied jigs and home cured baits.
Erik with a nice rainbow.
The geezer with one of seventy five we caught in the four days.
Our biggest of the trip, a 22 inch rainbow.
A pretty one. This is one of the five we kept for eating.
Another good'n. I like to fish one un-baited pole and one baited one.
The sun sets on another fantastic trip. The MIFH is parked way over there. I can't wait to go again.