crappiegirl
07-24-2006, 06:18 PM
My boyfriend(new member Captkev), his dad and I all decided to go ice fishing on Upper Red Lake, the crappie factory of Northern Minnesota which is about 4 hours north of us. We set our fish houses up in a row and started fishing right away. Kev's dad (Joe) and I were catching some nice size crappies and we asked how kev was doing. He hadn't caught anything yet and told us he had to get another propane tank for his heater. He forgot to grab his from home so he borrowed one of his dad's tanks. He got in his fish house, put the new tank on and was having trouble lighting it. He aired out the fish house until he didn't smell gas anymore and closed the vent windows but the gas had settled to the floor. When he thought the coast was clear, he hit the red button and ..........POOF. I just happened to be looking out my window vent at the time and saw a blue flash and Kev flipping open his fish house faster than a duck on a junebug!! I just kept on fishing so he couldn't see me laughing. He was outside cussing so I figured he was okay! He singed his eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair on his knuckles pretty good and the whole way home all we could smell was burnt chicken.
Kev only caught one crappie that day but it ended up being the biggest. His excuse for not catching more fish was his dad's overfilled propane tank and also that he fishes for quality, not quantity. :D
Kev only caught one crappie that day but it ended up being the biggest. His excuse for not catching more fish was his dad's overfilled propane tank and also that he fishes for quality, not quantity. :D