Seventeen hours later and 62 degrees cooler I'm settled in a Northwoods cabin, and my rods are rigged for tomorrow's ice adventure. It's going to be cold, but apparently the walleye bite has been red hot, with the fish slamming noisy baits like Lindy Rattl'N Flyer Spoons and Darters. I'd better sleep a while now, I suppose.
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