I am up to forty pounds.
Thirty wasn't so bad. Forty was a struggle until I loosened the shoulder straps to lower the frame so more of the weight was resting on my hips. Then, after a bit, I tightened the hip-belt. After that...not bad at all.
It is still a chore to put it on. I suspect that most guys have a buddy to help. I also suspect they put it on with the straps loose and then tighten.
Everyday is an adventure.
Sprite is icefishing today. She is up to nine bluegills and sunfish.
Small ponds need to be fished to keep them in balance. The Captain's yearly target was 200-to-250 panfish a year. There was not throwing back of the little ones. The entire point of catching 200 panfish is to reduce the number of mouths to feed. An acre pond can only support so many pounds of fish. The only way to have larger fish is to reduce the numbers. Apex predators (adult largemouth bass, channel cats) help some, but they often cannot keep up.
Mrs ERJ worries about Sprite when she is on the ice. They have an agreement. Sprite sends Mrs ERJ a text every half-hour. Often, those texts are pictures of the fish she caught.
Which is where the pictures in today's post came from.
Coyoteken suggested that I lay in a supply of automotive supplies like motor oil, filters, belts, hoses and the like.
I have enough set aside for 30k miles. Fortunately, two of my vehicles use the same filters.