When weeds fade and my fellow ice anglers crowd the humps for walleyes, I find roaming perch by sliding out over deep mud flats. I was seemingly in the middle of nowhere, over a deep basin of a large ...

Late winter often produces the biggest perch of the entire ice fishing season. The 60-degree sun beat down on me like a death ray. The foot or so of softening ice I stood on acted like a mirror, ...