This weekend we brought Richard back to Montevideo to go ice fishing. Richard grew up in Phoenix, AZ and has never experienced ice fishing. My brother has a fish house on Lac Qui Parle...which is about 15-20 minutes from Montevideo. Lac qui Parle's location makes it a natural gateway to Minnesota's "Lake Country." It's also near Madison, MN - aka the "Lutefisk Capital USA" and also Watson, MN - aka "Goose Capital USA."
Lac qui Parle is a French translation of the name given to the lake by the Dakota Indians who called it the "lake that speaks." If you visit in the spring or fall you'll understand why. The lake is a stop over for thousands of migratory Canada geese and other waterfowl. You'll hear a chorus of honking, quacking, and other vocalizations.
We all packed into Scott's truck like a can of sardines...6 of us total. The ice on the lake was about 26 inches thick. Scott's fish house was about two miles off of the access. There was only one access open on the whole lake. The drive to the fish house was pretty scary...the lake has a thick cover of snow on top of the ice...probably measured to the top of a car tire at some points. I haven't been on the ice for so many years. I got pretty nervous even though the ice was pretty thick. My car would have never made it out there. There was just one path to follow which wasn't plowed and if you met someone else coming from the other direction, you pull off to the side and hope & pray that you don't get stuck!
Lac qui Parle is a French translation of the name given to the lake by the Dakota Indians who called it the "lake that speaks." If you visit in the spring or fall you'll understand why. The lake is a stop over for thousands of migratory Canada geese and other waterfowl. You'll hear a chorus of honking, quacking, and other vocalizations.
We all packed into Scott's truck like a can of sardines...6 of us total. The ice on the lake was about 26 inches thick. Scott's fish house was about two miles off of the access. There was only one access open on the whole lake. The drive to the fish house was pretty scary...the lake has a thick cover of snow on top of the ice...probably measured to the top of a car tire at some points. I haven't been on the ice for so many years. I got pretty nervous even though the ice was pretty thick. My car would have never made it out there. There was just one path to follow which wasn't plowed and if you met someone else coming from the other direction, you pull off to the side and hope & pray that you don't get stuck!
The guys didn't have very much luck fishing...the only fish that they caught were the bucket of minnows. :) Oh well...the fun part of ice fishing is not always catching fish.
Cousin Dave.
A nice big crack in the ice.
Inside the fish house.
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