Earlier this winter, I received and Henke two really nice winter pike. Sometimes it is simply everything into. Please read the article I wrote for +MagazineFishEco.
But what on earth, stab in the same rod again!? Every time it's my turn to chop it on the same rod, and again. The coil on the roll feeder slowly but surely out the line, a pike have taken Roach and swims with firm strokes from there. Ismet wand fits perfectly in my hands. No ice in the hole. The brake is fit for purpose set and I take a deep breath in the fresh winter air. The thumb is firmly against the spool and line, wrapping up slowly against the pike swimming away from me. Now is the time! Mothugget sits where it should be and it takes a grinding halt, the weight on the other side of the line can not describe with words. The heart begins to throb sharply, and the adrenaline is pumped into the blood. It will probably just two seconds before I cry unto Henke. "This is a good fishing!”.
The fit for purpose pace we walk out onto the ice, as we have done so many times before. The only thing we know for sure, each time, is that we do not have a clue about how the day will end. And so even this day. Sledge is packed with everything needed. It slips easily over the snow. My trusty sidekick Henry Rånman is with me as usual. We both know what applies and what to do. With well intränade routines can quickly tactically deploy all Ismet rods. We sit back in our all too comfortable carp chairs and await ear candy in the form of Jingle Bells. The Santa Clause and the plot is father to all the children. No, no such nonsense, Now we talk about the sound of a case, when ismetevippan with swing flies up and signals stab.
Time is precious
We are in the north and the ice has already been secure for several weeks. While southerners post images on sledding construction and spöhållarsystem, we take the opportunity to head out on the ice and practical carry ice fishing. Some are deeply envious while others think it is sad. Our Ismet season extends from late October to early May. We're talking about six months, half a year. Believe me, in the meantime, I fish a couple of times and gain a lot of experience and knowledge. Ice fishing is really no materials sports. A common angeldon is really all you need to succeed. Those gadgets that you can buy or build is far from being worth as much as experience and knowledge. Adding time, Precaution and test your theories will surpass the world's best Ismet sledding, days a week.
Now it has been 10-15 minutes and we've laughed clear to all that is written in today's social media and Facebook Groups. Dawn muffled light lightens slowly and daylight dawns upon, Now usually the pike start hunting. And indeed, carved succeed each other and we get to run back and forth. Great with a good old-fashioned sniprace like the small hours. Now we have enough warm clothes and ready for some more action. Actually, I would have been home in bed and probably woken up by now. It's not often I booms on a fishing trip, but this time I was really excited to have a proper rest day at home. But Henke thought we should pull out anyway, and I'm probably not very hard to convince when it comes to fishing, hehe. Good is that, for what is to come, I will probably never forget. In retrospect, it feels like I made the right choice. Every single time it's my turn to take the fish as it has been in the same rod, 3-4 times in a row if I remember correctly.
The weight of mothugget is good, really good. The fish in the second end of the cord makes the plurality of long and fine rushes down towards the bottom. Knarren on the reel screaming out overfishing water and when I glimpsed the fish in the hole begins nervousness creeping up. This fish is great, may well be 10+. Henry comes up to me, Full equipped with carpet, camera and other tools to manage a big fish. Pike manifests itself in the hole again and Henry convinces me that it is definitely 10+. It falls on another rod and Henke will have to leave me and pike, swimming just below me. It's not long before I hold the pike in the hole with a stable gälgrepp. Relief spreads through the body, and it feels good, it actually feels really good. I have not taken up and check on the fish than. Whole fish and especially the eyes, I agree underwater given the current sub-zero temperatures in the air, and waiting for assistance from Henke.
Short days - intense stab periods
Back down the hole slides a lady, the best kind. One of these well fed and beautiful winter pike, just as you want them. What a wonderful feeling! We pick up wave, tape, carpet and everything else that we spread out around the hole and then head back to camp. The clock strikes soon 12 and there are not many hours left in the day, this time of year it gets pretty dark fast, both good and evil. The fishing trip will certainly not as long, but daylight hours are fewer, which means that it is easier for us fishermen to be on site when the pike hunts.
Actually, I would be able to let Henke take the rest of the cases today, I'm sitting pretty happy right now. But we continue the same time and it stabs at good all day. Tuck periods proves to be very clear. Now Henke also cry out that he has a good fish on. Given the short line between rod and fish at ice fishing, you feel most directly in mothugget if there is a better fishing or not. This time it is a 6-pound, which taken a liking to Roach. Tuck periods continue to occur sporadically and several smaller winter pike sees itself above the ice during the day.
It's my turn again and it shed where I was earlier in the day landed a big pike. Mothugget was not quite as it usually, was not nearly as good. But the pike is still there and it actually feels good. Not quite as the last, but almost. Pike turns out pretty fast in the hole and we see that it is a fish of about the same size. Is it true? Again!? This looks to be slightly shorter but even fatter. A proper pig! Henke is in place and lands pike for me. Weighing and measuring is done, and I can not believe it, it is just a few hekton easier than the last. Shooting and restocking goes well. Both large pike have swum back right away and not shown signs of any damage.
Henrik and I sit again in our chairs and it is quiet. Completely silent. We stare out across our fishing spot, All rods are in order. Everything is so quiet, it feels like the world stopped. Henry breaks the silence and asks, "What was it that happened?”. What happened was that on this day, when I'm supposed to stay home, we had caught two winter pike above 11 kilo. The first weighed in at 11,5 kilograms and measured 113 cm, and the other one was slightly less but still better fitness weighed 11,15 kilograms divided between 109 cm. Just as you want them. This really was a terrible day when all conditions chimed in. Is it bad conditions'm not the person who chooses to ignore the fishery. However, it is extremely important to look at what conditions you have, then lay out a strategy along this. There is no decisive factor, but all factors are of little importance. The more that apply, the better. These factors I'm talking about is essentially about meteorology. A fisherman should keep an eye on the weather and how it changes over time.
When dusk falls, it drops one last time for the day. Mothugget actually feels alright. It turns out to be a 6-pound pike in good condition, which offers a good fight. A great fascination with ismetet is that you never know how big pike is until you sat there mothugget. Each time you run against a fall and pick up the rod from the ice, so hope you always get the call out to his companion; "This is a good fishing!”.
Heavy winter pike, 11,5 kilo – 113 cm
Heavy winter pike, 11,15 kilo – 109 cm