Showing posts with label ice shack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice shack. Show all posts

Friday, February 19, 2010

Slip Sliding Away

Back at Eagle Lake in Acadia National Park today, it was far more challenging for me to get around. These folks have the right idea though.



The lack of snow and milder temperatures have made getting around on foot across the frozen lake very treacherous indeed.




Yes, that's Henri out there on the ground, but he has just finished drilling a hole through the still 2 feet of frozen ice and is just sitting there baiting his trap.




I was able to capture some shots of the arrival of a new ice shack and thought you might like to see how it's done. In this shot, the ice shack is sitting on a utility trailer being backed onto the ice.




How convenient to have a tilting trailer to allow the ice shack to just slide down onto the ice.



These guys picked a good day to do this, don't you think?





And that's all there is to it. Shack is sited. Nice view.




Since the newly sited shack was now blocking the view of our traps from where were were sitting in our truck, we decided to call it quits for the day, and took a walk on a nearby trail. Here's one of the views from the trail.



On our way home, I took this shot out the window as we were passing Somes Sound, which used to be referred to as the only fjord on the East Coast.



In recent years, it's been technically downgraded to a fjard. Whatever. It's still very deep.

Friday, January 30, 2009

THE LURE OF THE BASKET

Ice Fishing on Eagle Lake in Acadia National Park
The ice is about 1.5 feet thick where my husband drills the first hole. It is early afternoon and a brief snow squall has just passed over. The ice auger, traps and authentic ice fishing basket were a gift to my husband from my stepfather a few years ago.
The Plan: drill 5 holes in the ice, bait and set the traps, wait for the red flag to pop up.



The sun has come out and we decide to snow shoe on the trail while we wait for the flags.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the lake are found....
A snowmobiler having fun on his sled.

A couple standing outside their ice shack. In the distance two cross country skiers glide by, one clad in shorts. Mainers are a hardy lot.
Later, as we head back to our traps, we pass
a pair of ice shacks dwarfed by the backdrop of a nearby mountain,
and a fisherman headed home.
What tales will be told at the end of a day?

A splendid day of ice fishing is not always about what you bring home in your basket. And now you know why.