The Morning Bite

1426311_1245239182156613_6943740077223197536_nThe early morning air nipped my nose as I poked it out from under the covers. “Get up Emma, if you want to catch that morning bite.” I opened one eye and saw him standing by the bed all ready to go in his thermal gear appropriate for the negative three degree weather. I wanted to roll back over and catch a few more zzzz’s but THE MORNING BITE.

“Okay, okay” I mumbled. I stumbled out of bed and threw on some jeans. It is fascinating how many freaking layers Minnesotans have to wear to simple stay at a non-dangerous temperature. By the time I had stuffed the last layer over the six other layers I had on I resembled an uncomfortable woolen caterpillar. And he had everything in the truck already. I brushed on a coat of mascara for the sake of vanity and waddled out to the truck.

I am SO SO GLAD THAT WE GET TO FISH IN A PERMANATE ICE HOUSE. (Yes non-Minnesotans. We fish on frozen over lakes for fun. Omg.)

I bitch about the cold. A lot. Even though the ice house is a balmy 60 degrees after the Sunflower has been running for an hour. I know I bitch but there is truly nothing like sitting in an ice house at 7 AM pulling walleyes and crappies out of the ice.

AND NO I’M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT LAKE WE WERE ON OR WHAT DEPTH WE FISHED AT BECAUSE HE WOULD KILL ME.

This morning however, there was no such luck. That’s okay too though. There’s something about being (almost) makeup free bundled in eighteen layers that’s really freeing. Getting back from the lake ten minutes before work and working on campus all day without worrying about how you appear. I LOVE IT.  MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY IT.

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