I have nothing to add. Read it all. It’s wise counsel.
Unfortunately for me, ice out hasn’t happened. It’s too sketchy to ice fish and too frozen for real fishing. I pace about the house and fiddle with my camping gear. I have needs to do a walkabout. Indeed, the current freak out has derailed a carefully scheduled and eagerly anticipated “adventure”; which was to happen in a warmer clime. Bummer!
I have my tent and some other gear roughly stationed for a quick getaway. I will be gone like a flash when conditions are right. This has nothing to do with disease and everything to do with living well.
Same issue here. Lakes won’t break up before the end of May. There’s enough ice to fish through, but methinks you won’t be able to get there because panic lock downs. Going fishing won’t be a viable excuse for being out & about once the Stadtpolizei start their fun. If you’re not huddled inside the hovel quivering in fear, you’ll be shot on sight. This is going to devolve rapidly into chaos and open revolt. 3 months, tops. The UK is making noises about being corralled for up to a year.
Interesting times, these.
I don’t think it’s that bad. Nobody’s going to shoot a guy sitting on the ice with a fishing pole. In 3 months folks will be calming and in six it’ll seem like Y2K. If I’m wrong you may mock me in six months. In the meantime, breakup can’t come fast enough for me.
More squirrel, perchance? Or was the previous installment the end?
The last installment most certainly wasn’t the end. I just write squirrels very slowly. Also events last month put me off my feed. It’ll be book length but it’s taking me forever to write it.