Not much to report today but we were on the ice (Lost Dog) at 4:30 sat afternoon and headed back around 10:30 that night. We couldn't have asked for better weather but the fish Gods must have been in a bad mood. We've never missed so many fish due to such a light bite but from the evidence we put on the ice it's pretty clear that we needed smaller equipment. My biggest berb was just under 20 inches and the smallest about 10 and all looked like they were sportin the malnurished look. The biggest was a female completely spawned out and what was really weird was the blood line was half the thickness, deep red in color and the full width of the fillets. A Game and Fish cop stopped by to check our licenses and mentioned that someone out in the main body had iced a mack somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 lbs. There were probably ten other tents spread out on the ice so fishing pressure was minimal. Temps only got down to 14 and the wind was slight until just after dark as it died to nothing. "Still a great day on the ice".