Alex snagged grandpa’s flasher today and put the smack down on in a big way. 6 to 1 was how the fish catching went between the kid and the old man, a royal butt whoopin!
Alex let grandpa know with each fish that he was in the lead, I could hear Alex ribbing him from outside the shack while I was hole hopping. I know that my dad loved each and every minute of it 
We did not get into a lot of big fish today but the active groups of fish that came in where hot, for a short period of time. We had a good 40 minutes of hand over fist and then it slowed way down, when Alex was unable to move the fish up and down on the flasher, it was over for us. The active fish soon changed pace, they ran hard at baits but just would not eat. We called it a night and Alex drove us off the lake, I am about 100% sure that is the best part of ice fishing for him. I have been able to spend a few days this week fishing with my dad and my son, this sure brings back a lot of great memories for me, it just don’t get any better 
Looks like gramps is taking that whoopin pretty good 
