No Third Strike on Ice

There was about four or five inches of water between the ice and the concrete bridge supports where we eased our lines baited with live wiggling minnows. When a minnow would quit squirming, we hooked another and sent it to the cold depths. Four hours later, we had gone through most of the minnows without catching a single fish, though I thought I might have gotten one nibble, maybe.So, we loaded the gear back into the canoe and pushed back to the bank, loaded the truck and headed home.Needless to say, it was really cold under that bridge.