Take a good, long, 5 hour stare at that picture. Do you see any prehistoric fish? If you’re answer was No, and you actually spent 5 hours, then welcome to my Saturday morning. I was actually excited to make it out because last year the season was shut down due to the limit being caught after 3-4 days. This year was slower, and it went for a whole week + Saturday. For those of you who don’t know, last weekend when the season opened, I got violently ill and couldn’t make it up to Lake Winnebago. Now the registration wasn’t a complete waste because I was out there for at least one day.This was my 2nd year; I didn’t see anything the first year either, so hopefully the third year is the charm.
Sunday I was able to get my long run in, something I also missed last weekend. Sunday’s was the longest to date, 13 miles. I should note that the widget on the right probably says I ran 14 miles. The nike+ sensor is having trouble calibrating with my new shoes, so its going to be saying I am going a little fast and farther then actual until I fix that. If treadmills at the Y don’t lie, I was going 9min/mile pace.
I spy the spear!
3 comments:
How'd you get into spearing? It's something I've always wanted to try. I perceive it as something of a lost art.
My dad has always done it, I remember one year I must have been in elementary school, and he speared one that was taller then me.
Last year he asked if I would be interested in getting a license and going with him, so I said yeah. I sat in my Grandpa's shanty this year, but next year I might have my own.
I as well remember that day, it was speared, unfortunately, in the hour or two I sat in the truck and took a nap, considering I couldnt stand the cold and the dark abyss we stared into anymore.
If I remember correctly was that the same instance we had to make a drive back to find my dinosaur I seemed to have buried in the snow? Which turned into the day we almost swam with the fishies? my bad..
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