Walking on Water – Minnesota

5 Comments 18 March 2010

The warning didn't stop me from walking out and taking the photo!

I used to go running around Lake Harriet in Minneapolis, Minnesota 5 mornings a week – no matter how cold it was. I was one of those crazy runners who never let winter stop me, even if my eyelashes were coated in icicles; in Minnesota winter is a fact of life. Winters around the lake at 6AM were quiet, very quiet. It was me and the ice fishermen watching the sun come up. As I would run the perimeter trail, I gazed out on the lake at the little fishing huts and think, “Who in their right minds would go out there and FISH at this hour in the cold?!”

Then I realized they were thinking, “Who in their right minds would go out and RUN at this hour in the cold?!”

That was the point where I started respecting the ice fisherman – we were the same.

Since I’ve been back in the US for the holidays I’ve been spending time house sitting in Minneapolis. One of the houses I sat was right on one of the many large lakes in the area. I sat inside by the warm fire writing and blogging all day, but would find myself peering out the window at all of the trucks, snow mobiles, and ice huts on the lake. It was like a small town out in the middle of the lake.


Frozen Lake Road

I decided it was finally time I go out and meet some of these comrades. I armed myself with my camera, put on my boots, and prepared to walk on water.

The first step was the hardest. I stood at the ‘shore-line’ and gingerly took a step onto the ice, as if I were dipping a toe in the water to see how cold it was. However there was no water, it was solid ice. As I took a few steps, my stomach was churning with butterflies. My ears were perked up trying to listen for sounds of cracking ice; there was only silence. I’m not real sure what I was so nervous about, there were ½ ton trucks parked out in the middle of the lake on the ice as if it were a mall parking lot; yet nerves still plagued me. I slowly built confidence that the ground beneath me was solid, and I went tramping out into the middle of the lake.

I must admit, once I got away from shore a ways – it was invigorating; knowing that I was walking on water, standing out in the middle of the lake was exciting. I took pictures of the completely flat snowy landscape and enjoyed the unique perspective my location provided me.


Ice Fisherman

I walked out to the nearest fishermen; two men with a big old truck parked on the ice. I could hear the radio playing in the truck as all the doors were open. It was a nice day, so they didn’t have an ice house, they simply sat out on little chairs over their hole in the ice smoking cigarettes. You could tell they were a bit confused as to why some chick with a camera was walking out to see them – but in true Minnesota fashion they welcomed me warmly. I told them that I had never seen ice fishing before which of course brought up the inevitable question, “Where are you from?” I paused and said, “Well the last place I lived was Vietnam, but currently I’m house sitting over there.(pointing to the shore)”

From that point on we got along great. It was an uncle and nephew spending the afternoon out on the ice together. They were eager to show me their equipment and even tried to show me how to read the depth finder (who knew that ice fishing was high tech?!) While I was there hanging out with them, they caught a few fish. I was the fishing paparazzi taking pictures of their catch.  But then they did something that surprised me; they threw the fish back in. What?! You sit out in the cold for hours and then throw fish back?? They told me it was too small. I told them there is no fish ‘too small’ in Vietnam.; the Vietnamese would have had that fish for dinner.


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In the Northern US (Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, and South Dakota) winter does not phase the locals. It’s a part of life – similar to the Vietnamese and rainy season. There are many winter hobbies people are involved in and ice fishing is just one of them. However it’s one of the most popular.

It doesn’t require much investment in equipment if you want to give it a try; it can cost as little as $15. Get a tip-up rod, anglers, lines, bait, and tackle, and get a little chair to sit on! For longer fishing excursions you can get a ice house/shanty which can be as simple or elegant as you want. I personally think that an ice shanty is a 2nd home for some men! Oh yes – you’ll also need an ice saw or auger that will cut a hole in the ice, as well as a skimmer to clear the slush out of the hole. Finally, you need a lot of patience, but that’s free.

The question is why do people do it? Most people say that it’s relaxing; it gives them time to think, or hang out with friends. I have to agree – it’s certainly better than sitting inside all winter waiting for the snow to melt! Plus, you may just catch dinner!

To learn more about ice fishing – check out How to Ice Fish on

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5 Comments so far

  1. Lynn says:

    Sherry, there was all kinds of activity on our lake here in NH this winter. I have snowshoes and even these yak-trak things for running on snow and ice, but I couldn’t get up the courage to walk on our lake! Maybe next year…

    Its taken me awhile to get reacclimated to winter. People up here complained that the winter was too mild so the skiing wasn’t good, but I’m glad I was broken in gently. It was plenty cold enough for me!

  2. Donna Hull says:

    Sherry, I’ve always wondered about ice fishing. Thanks for the lesson. Your post proves that you don’t have to travel far from home for a great story.

  3. jessiev says:

    love this. i don’t like ice fishing, but since we live on a lake, we have PLENTY of these guys out front all winter.

    i LOVE the photos of the lake harriet bandshell. the one of the benches in winter? gorgeous!

  4. Well, I thought that ice fishing is something that the Innuit would do – don’t those guys have warm homes to go to? I suppose it’s more attractive scenery than sitting on a grey muddy river bank in the drizzle.

  5. Anil says:

    I remember being in North Dakota one November and it was probably the coldest I’ve ever experienced in my life. It didn’t phase anyone, no matter how much snow or wind there was. One guy told me the best cure for winter was beer and being snowed in wasn’t such a bad thing :)

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