![]() ![]() on “The Voice of Maine News – Talk Network. The author is editor of the “Northwoods Sporting Journal.” He is also a Maine guide and host of a weekly radio program - “Maine Outdoors” - heard Sundays at 7 p.m. And, with hot dogs for some reason, it is where you are eating that onion-smothered, mustard and relish-laden lashup that makes them so extra special. But not the red ones that snap so satisfyingly at first bite. You can get a hot dog in the Florida Keys. “Why,” you might ask, “would a perfectly rational adult leave a sailboat in the Florida Keys in February to chop holes on a Maine lake to catch a fish?” Last I heard, though, he brought the jet home and, despite a late start, is Maine bound with ice fishing on his mind. Itching to get back on the Maine ice this week for a few days of fishing, his Maine plans were almost dashed when what he calls a “broken jet” had him stuck in a South American city. More than 50 years later, that little hot dog lovin’ tike is a middle-aged airline pilot home-based in Miami. Oh, he enjoyed the catching alright, but the crispy red hot dogs grilled on a stick over the open fire was the main attraction. Showing all 16 results Chicken Red Hots Sausage 8.00 View Product Chicken Chorizo Sausage 8.00 View Product Chicken Garlic Sausage with Roasted Red Peppers 8.00 View Product Chicken Sausage with Sundried Tomatoes and Basil 8. I learned that cold, gray-skied February day the power of food to get a kid hooked on fishing. His mother questioned the appearance of it all, the propriety of our son’s Dad encouraging school skipping in order to enable a father-son ice fishing experience. Years ago, as a young father, I carried my 4-year-old son in an ash pack basket to a pickerel pond for his first ice fishing experience. There is no better way to get kids hooked on ice fishing. There is nothing to match a hot dog smothered in burned onions served on a late March day beside a frozen Maine lake. Unless the tip-ups were flying, the sizzling dog and onions became the main attraction, as anglers hovered close to the aroma with mouths just a watering. ![]() At noon the king-size iron fry pan was loaded with butter, a big sliced Vidalia onion and a pound of dogs. In the early days, before we owned an ice shack, a big bonfire near shore kept us warm. You and your fishing bud have one eye on the cards and one eye scanning the red flags waiting for one to go “twang,” and wave above the snow pack signaling “fish on.” You get a smudge going in the ice shack stove. ![]()
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