Fish stories and tells can become exaggerated over time. But this one is truly a "no-shitter." My great friend Timmy Dowd from the US Navy took me and another fella Ice Fishing in the winter of 1985, and what a lesson I learned.
Didn't need all the warm clothes like I figured. Didn't bring enough food or the right food, beer would have been better than whiskey, blood worms do in fact bite, and them local boys in Maine are crazy.
Timmy Dowd was indeed a great American. I miss my Shipmates.
