Dear reader, it is time to slay thy bounty. I’m speaking of thy bounty. Well, technically it’s not my bounty, well…not yet anyway. I’ve never wanted to put all my thoughts together and really crush walleyes first ice the way I do now, and I think it’s because I’m tired of staring into the woods. I still need to shoot a big buck this year though, and in fact, I am sitting a new set in the morning which would have had shots at four separate bucks that cruised through sometime Sunday and Monday. I was planning on sitting it this morning (Tuesday), but the ice bath I took on Saturday ruined my phone, even though it’s waterproof up to seven leagues, and this old one I have’s alarm malfunctioned and I woke up too late to sneak in and sit because I had to count cash at 0900 and do tree work around 1200. But back to harvesting thy bounty of thy walleye. Many lakes need to get crushed. That is simply the fact of the moment. “Why art thou not taking advantage of awesome spots I know will produce huge walters to feed my craving for huge walters, guy?”
-Shakesmeesh