Strangest ice fishing exp....

[Deitz Dittrich]

Since the hot topics have been the story ones lately... Lets do one on the strangest fish you have caught, or strangest expierience.

For me I have 3.. one was on LOW, i was fishing with a large group of guys, one hooked a fish and fought it for about 10 mins... it eventually broke his line on the bottom of the ice. Shortly there after I hooked a good fish, which broke my line... The guy next to me then hooked a good fish and we told him not to horse it... eventully we squeased the FAT burbot/eelpout threw the hole with still the now 3 ice jigs in his mouth... Wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't been there...

The second happened at a much younger age in my life.. I was pretty small, I had layed my rod down(no reels back then on ice rods) to get a sip of pepsi, just then the rod shot down the hole... GONE... I started to cry(remember I was petty young... well dad goes and fixes up another pole and says not to worry about it.. after about 15 mins the pole comes floating up another hole, fish still attached..

and 3rd.. again I was prety young, probably 5...Fishing was outstanding on lake minnetonka that day.. I was fishing with dad and grandpa.. well after a few hours of hand over fisting quite a few fish I starated to play with hotwheels on the ice... My grandfather was a little peterbed at this and asked why I wasn't fishing...My answer, from the mouth of a baby.. "grandpa, if you would have caught as many fish as I have today, you would need a break too."

not sure if story #3 is so much a funny fishing story or just a funny story or one of them had to be there deals?

anybody else?

[Finlander]

A few years back my son and I were out on Minnetonka ice fishing amongst some other anglers, we were in our portable and I was outside the house fishing in a hole nearby when my son says to "dad I got to go to the bathroom". So I told him to go in a pop can and he said OK! So i'me outside the house when I hear this strange sound from inside the fish house, so I look inside and see my son doing his best at aiming his stream into the pop can that is on the floor a couple feet away! Well his aim wasn't so true and the floor was wet from where he missed the small hole of the pop can. All I could do was laugh while I tried to explain to him that he needed to hold the can while doing his buisiness. I still get a chuckle every time I remember that!!

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[Guest]

Last year I was ice fishing a local lake near me on a very windy day. There wasn't much snow on the lake so when you got up from your seat you had to hold onto the portable or else you'd be chasing it accross the lake. Fishing was slow and there were a few other fishermen in the area. I got out of my portable to check the tip-up abd I put the power auger inside so it wouldn't take off. As I was walking to the tip-up I looked over at another fisherman that got out as well but forgot to hold his portable down. He had a pole set in the rod holder with his bait in the water. As expected the wind came by and took his portable with it, but this wasn't the funny part. As the portable took off the line from the rod in the water came out with the portable and so did a bluegill on the other end. So if you think about, the wind does help you catch fish. I would think that he could enter this as a new way of ice fishing. I ran over to help him and we laughed about it for the next few minutes. This was probably one of the funniest things I've ever witnessed ice fishing.

Good Fishin, Matt.

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[Guest]

I've told this story here before, so bear with me if you've heard it.

I was fishing a lake (I think it was Cedar) near Fairbault about 10 years ago, out torwards the middle in about 30 feet of water, catching a few crappies. I see a thick line on the FL-8 rising slowly from about 6 feet. I've had bullheads come up the hole on occasion so I figure it's either a head or an air bubble. Wrong! Muskrat! He got his front paws on the ice, I grabbed my ladle, and pushed him back down the hole. I didn't know what to think. So, I moved about 50 feet away. About 10 minutes later, I see the same thing on the FL-8, big red line rising slowly. This time I arm myself immediately. He makes it about half way up the hole and I attempt to thrawt his efforts with the ladle. However, he was pretty determined to come up and kept taking a run at the top. I finally discouraged him. I felt I was a marked man, so I picked up my gear, put it in the truck and left. I did do a thorough inspection of my truck prior to leaving, just to make sure I wasn't going to be mauled by hitch-hiking rats.

And, just last weekend I had one attempt to board my duck boat. Man, rats got my number.

[Ruegs23]

A few years back we had our big shack on a walleye hole and I had a few buddies fishing with me. Well we are having a good time playing cards and all of a sudden my buddies rod goes down the hole!!!! He can't believe this and is crying because he thinks he missed the big walleye. Well a couple days later were out in the house fishing again and i start pulling up a fish. It's a little perch with another hook in his mouth. I start reeling in the line from the other hook and there is my buddies fishing pole!!!!! He still won't admit that the little perch could take his rod down the hole!!

[Gissert]

Bornofice's story of muskrats reminded me of one year right after freeze up.

I was watching the Norwegian Television (spearing)and fishing was rather slow. I was half asleep, watching a live sucker on a harness that seemed as sleepy as I was.

The green glow from the light shining up through the hole, along with the toasty propane stove made my eyelids feel like they had bell sinkers tied to them.

Suddenly, all hell broke loose and I was jolted wide awake. A large beaver had decided to swim under the house, right below the six inch thick ice. I dang near bolted through the side of my shack, LOL.

[Guest]

Last year my partner and I were fishing Canandargo L. The wind was just screaming. I see I guy a couple hundred yards up wind run out of his portable for what I figured was a wind flag. Sure enough the wind grabs the sled and it starts going down the ice like a tea cup ride at Disney. The guy, of course ,starts after the shed , but he was losing ground fast. The sled went pretty close to my friend who jumped up and just barely caught the run away. I watched my friend look inside and than jumped a foot! About this time the owner comes puffing up. Owner reaches in and pulls out his grinning from ear to ear 5 year old son! Imagine going home and explaining that to Mom.

[Guest]

I don't tell this one alot. It's too strange but it really did happen.......One really cold December weeknight, two seasons ago, I was out on Minnetonka and had few eater 'eyes in the bag. It was about 7 PM and I was still marking fish (usually ends after about a half hour on that spot) so I decided to stick it out awhile longer. From 7 to 8 o'clock, all that came through were "sniffers" and I had all of my thinking done so I decided to leave. I flipped open the lid on my 'trap and started stowing my gear. Just as I was ready to take the long walk back to my rig, I see a figure approaching me from the north. It was snowing a bit and as the figure got nearer to me, I realized it was another fisherman who was pulling an old steel runner snow sled with an old crate on top. He was dressed in clothing that looked like it was from the fifties(possibly old Air Force flight pants with one of those old green parkas.) He had on an old plastic cap with ear laps pulled down. His glasses were the really old horn rimmed type. He had on the choppers with the older black and white woven liners. I was spooked at first but he came right up to me and asked if I had caught any fish and if I minded if he fished there. I said I had and offered him my holes which were skimming over pretty fast. He appeared very cold and had no heater (it was about -10 deg. by then with a breeze from the north.) He thanked me but he said he was going to chop a hole next to a permanent house that was nearby to get out of the wind. All he had was a chisel. So I drilled him a couple of holes next to the permanent. All of his bait was frozen so I gave him some of my minnows. He had those old sticks with the line wrapped around the two pegs that you could stick in the ice with some way old cork bobbers on black dacron line. Just as I was leaving, I gave him one of the bigger walleyes I had. I swear, I thought I was caught in a time warp! As I took the walk back to the truck, I was thinking of how much he reminded me of a younger version of my own father who had passed on a couple of years earlier!......I thought of going back out there for a minute but decided to let it pass. But to this day, I still think about that night and what happened out there. .........T

[Captain B.R.K]

I've got a couple but the first one relates more to my buddy than me.
My buddy and I were out on a Alexandria area lake had just set-up our traps. We both had recently visited Thorne Bro's and outfitted ourselves with $100 outfits (rod and reel). We weren't catching anything and so my buddy decided to put back his trap and go drill some holes. As he was walking to drill holes, the wind picked up and flipped the his trap over. In this, he was fishing with his new rod/reel and as the wind picked up the trap, it droped to the ice and ploop! right down the hole. He did a dead sprint slide to the hole reached down but no go. Not even 15 minutes of fishing time and he had lost $100 down the hole!
Now say this isn't lucky. He threw on a heavy jig with a treble hook and hooked the combo and reeled it in. My buddy is one lucky guy.
Finally, I was out another day on a Brandon, MN area lake and was having a good day of fishing. It was early in the season and so the ice was crystal clear and hardly no snow on the ice. It was a cool day and so I had my heater going and was making it the point that I was falling asleep. I had just caught myself falling asleep when I see this brown streak swim right between my legs under the ice and presto....a muskrat head comes right up my hole. He had come up so his head was facing the front of the trap and he hadn't seen me yet. That muskrat turned around and as we made ice contact, I don't know how was more scared?!?! I threw my trap over and screamed and that dang muskrat skeetered out of that hole. YIKES!

[Guest]

TBone;

When out on the ice, which was two feet thick, clear, and hard as granite,
there wandered a man, pulling an ice hut, the strangest one seen on this planet.
No hat on his head, no gloves on his hands, a man that was young long ago,
his jacket was worn, and his boots unlaced, and the wind chill was 15 below.

Reminds me of someone else you knew!

[Guest]

Hard H2O,

I don't think that picture is of Dick Gryzinski, but the prose is a perfect description of him.

Since I see by your profile that you're from NY, I'll explain who Dick G is. "The Griz" (as he is affectionately known) is a guide from Stillwater MN who has acheived somewhat legendary status in the state of Minnesota. He does have a scruffy grey beard and wild grey hair; and part of "the Griz legend" is that he never wears a hat when guiding icefishermen on Lake Mille Lacs.

can't get his picture to show on this post, but here is where it can be found
http://www.geocities.com/grizguide/Pic.html

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[viking605]

Last year I was on Minnetonka with my son and hooked a big muskie I fought for about 15 minutes when my son reached down and grabbed the line all I heard was tink the line had broken I had seen the fish I knew it was big 2 days later I went out same spot and I hooked a big fish another 15 minute battle pulled the fish on the ice 22lb. muskie my hook from the days before still hanging in the corner of his mouth that was a blast.