So, cabin fever was killing us. We were glued to WFN, watching other people fish, wiching we were the ones fishing when one of our friends asks, "What better way to get your fishing fix than to go fishing?" To which I reply, "What'chu talkin' 'bout Willis?! It's winter. How we gunna fish?" As he takes a sip from his drink and puts the glass down, I hear the clink of the ice on the glass and realize just what Willis was talkin' 'bout.
So, with that, we set out to Cook's Bay in Lake Simcoe for some winter fishing. (I know, I know - I should have known better with my track record there...). On this hunt would be the usual suspects: Myself, Sir, Duk, Knot'Yo, Spam, and three others - The GodFaja, Camo-Toe, Just Cuz. Just Cuz is named such because he is just Camo'Toe's Cuz.
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| from left to right: The GodFaja, Duk, Just Cuz, Knot'Yo, CamoToe, Spam |
We get out there and they truck us to the party hut in this:
If you have ever met us, you will know that we are big boys, which made for a fun drive lol. Anyhow, we get set up and lines in the water and wait. And we wait. And then wait somemore.
Absolutely nothing bit. Eight lines. Zero fish. Eventually, we lost patience and played outside in the snow.
On the upside, we had a killer snowball fight.
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