This was a 19-degree morning just after sunrise, and when Pete and I headed out we weren't even sure that we'd be able to get our kayaks through the ice that had formed along the river's edge. I had several minor equipment-related setbacks (frozen rudder cables, frozen seat, a loose power wire), but eventually got out and surprised myself by catching about ten minutes later. It was a slow bite, and I did better than most using silver and white. Others were favoring pink, and everyone - including Pete - used white. They were small, as they typically are, though there were clearly bigger ones mixed among them. I was lucky enough to land one of them toward the end of our trip. We were off the water by noon and we had well over 30 fish between us. Cold, yes, but worth it!
