La pêche sur la glace!
At the end of January myself and two friends tagged along with a real Quebecois family on an ice fishing expedition extraordinaire! We drove about 1.5hrs north west of here to a town called Macamic. There we stayed in a cabin of sorts, and spent the entire Saturday out on the lake, fishing. Unfortunately it was nearing -40 due to the wind so we had quite a frigid time.
After we had helped steer a second ice-fishing shack out onto the lake behind a snowmobile (we had to help push it when it got stuck in the snow on the drive down to the lake) the men pulled out the drill to punch the holes! We drilled about 10 in total, and us girls set about scooping the slush out of the water to make a clear hole (see picture below).
Once that was complete we could set up the fishing line. They were unsual gadgetry that were rigged so they stood alone on the ice, and when a fish tugged the line we would see the rod bob down. This meant we could hide warmly inside the ice shacks and watch the holes instead of being right beside them. If a line bobbed we were to sprint to it and yank on the line, then pull up the fish (if it was truly hooked). Sadly, only one person pulled up a fish during our day there. The main problem was the holes kept freezing over every 10 minutes (yeah, it was that cold), and we didn't clear them frequently enough! We were told it was okay because it wasn't "a serious ice-fishing day anyway" - the purpose was more to have a great time visiting!
Ice-fishing is a great social and cultural experience out here. Tons of neighbours and friends and relatives kept arriving on snowmobiles throughout the day, coming in and sharing some drinks or some treats, and then leave again after a good visit. Turns out the Quebecois have a ton of folk songs that everyone knows - and they'll all join in, stamping their feet in a rhythm and harmonizing. I loved the camaraderie and overall joviality of the day - it made me want to be part of their family! I got hungry and went into the other ice shack (where I didn't really know anyone) and they fed me hot soup and let me grill my sandwich on their wood stove! :)
Eventually the wind died down a bit and me and my friends went out to make some snowangels and wrestle in the snow. Here are my friends below beside one of the holes!
It was still very cold though and my toes seriously felt in danger of falling off so I yelled "MY TOES ARE DYING!!" and ran inside one of the vacant shacks, tore off my boots and held my poor frozen feet up to the stove - massaging them and whimpering. 15 mins later when I finally had some semblance of feeling and warmth restored I ventured back to the main shack. When I explained about my toes and where I had been one of them said, "oh, we have an axe here if you need to chop them off!" Luckily I didn't have to resort to that ;).
Those woodburning stoves get mighty hot though, and my cheap pair of snowpants ended up getting a bit melted when I stood too close. Now they have a weird shiny crinkly spot. (Don't worry I got them at Value Village for $8 and they are like the 80s version suspender-style ones).
Overall the day was amazing. I got to ride on a snowmobile for the first time (loved it!) learned how to efficiently catch fish, and reaffirmed my love for the culture of this crazy chilly province of Quebec.















