Waiting for a bite

On a sunny Friday afternoon when most everybody else was at work, Bob Busch was trying to land some fish. He sat still on a white bucket at the south end of Owasco Lake waiting for them to bite.

Outfitted in RefrigiWear coveralls, a camouflage ski mask worn as a hat and clown-like white boots that he referred to as "my Mickey Mouse boots," he waited, every so often getting a bite and setting the lure. No gloves worn with the ensemble though -he doesn't need them, despite the below-freezing temperatures.

Busch didn't say much. He just sat with his jig line in the water, waiting for a bite. He stared at the hole in the ice and occasionally adjusted his reel.