Granted, we weren't standing on the ice, but were in Nathaniel's johnboat, but to get to the area where we usually catch fish during the winter, we had to crunch a little path through a thin coat of ice with the boat. Nathaniel then jockeyed the boat back and forth just a little to open the hole enough that we could fish off the side of the bait, and we presented worm-tipped Lindy ice jigs vertically, just as we might have if we had been further north.
No. It wasn't true ice fishing, but I'd say it's about as close as we'll ever come n Georgia!
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