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We used to spear carp, Buffalo and suckers in the winter. We would chop a hole in the ice that covers with an axe about 18 inches by four feet in a creek near a deep hole. For reference and to rectify refraction angles we’d throw kernels of field corn into the hole. The corn would lay on the bottom and you could adjust the angle of the spear pole. . Then one guy would walk around tapping on the ice with the axe and work the fish towards the hole. When the first one would appear you wanted the tapping to stop or the fish would shoot through “window” and they would escape upstream. So to stop the tapping the spearman would yell “Thar she blows!!!” A thrust of the “Harpoon” and pickled rough fish a few days later was assured. Such was the life of Bohemie boys growing up in Eastern Iowa. Spearing fish, using a mechanical ferret on rabbit holes and trapping muskrats, we were born 100 years too late to be mountain men but we could dream.
Iowa Dave
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Ain’t no trouble jacking a double Burma Shave
Dave
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