My First Fish House

Back in the late 60's the luxury of having a warm fish house was a luxury reserved for those who had a few extra dollars to pay the resort owners, certainly not something a high school kid making $1.10 an hour could think about. So ice fishing trips to the many twin city lakes in those days amounted to sitting out on an overturned bucket hoping the action might bring the feeling back into frozen fingertips. I was driving a very beat up and well rusted 1958 Chevy. One day while making an attempt to repair another hole in the floor, an idea occurred to me. With the help of a hacksaw and a couple small pieces of plywood, I had the ultimate mobile ice fishing house on wheels. I would drive on to the frozen lake, remove the plywood covering the now perfectly square holes in the back seat floorboards, mark the ice below, back up, drill the holes, realign the car above the holes and enjoy fishing the day away in the warmth of my beloved old "classic" car. of course, gas was 23 cents a gallon, so those days are really gone forever.