Finally got on some ice Saturday in the NE. Started around daybreak and finally got the first bite around 2pm. Had 3 gills in the bucket, it was getting close to dark and I started to slowly pack up and then got a bite. Got the fish and had to unload the bucket. Then non stop for about a half an hour right at dark. Thats fishing for ya.
Whether it was hunting, fishing, or trapping dad always emphasized leaving seed for next year.