Winter is slowly closing its door. Should you listen closely, the faint creaks are heard from the hinges. A narrow opening is left in the season. Warmth is springing up and frozen lakes slowly turn to a muddled mess of ice and deep slush. As we slip a bow on ice fishing until next year, I am lucky to escape for one of the last trips this year.

An unexpected snowstorm blows in as we head into the woods; the kind of storm that equates to meeting more John Deere tractors than pickup trucks. The lack of traffic puts my soul at ease. Country music and open road puts a smile on my face. A few inches of snow flutter to the cold ground and stop before our destination is reached.

The ice here is still thick. We were able to drive North enough to take advantage an area not hard hit by the warming trend - lucky. With traps in the water, we do what is expected - wait, adjust tactics, and wait. Here are a few photos from our afternoon.

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Rhon Bell, an outdoor enthusiast, spends his time exploring the Maine Woods and documenting his journeys.

Growing up in Aroostook County, he embraced the outdoor lifestyle at a young age. Living today near Portland, he spends weekends and week-long adventures hiking New England summits, canoeing the historic Maine waterways, and ice fishing for lake trout.

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