shadow by Brown Word and the Big Whine
It's summer now but I recall the winter of 01
We dragged our sled beyond the lighthouse
where the big fish run
The ice had candled we got stuck
and then a squall came up
Between us and the mainland a crack had opened up
We ran toward the island into the blinding white
fighting for our lives on Lake Superior's ice
With just our tents and tackle against the brutal winds
seemed our fishing trip was over before it could begin
Head into the gale
I know I'm gonna make it
Chiseling my way wind
nipping at the nose keep your toes
Gotta make it to Dark Cove
Dark Cove is our only hope
Together we can take it
Alone we'd never make it
Try your mind, leave your fears behind
in Dark Cove
Safe in the cafe by the landing locals talk
Watching all the crazy fishermen
come back across
Way out on the white chip your hole and hunker down
200 foot of waxed line twixt the sky
and 30 pounds
of trout, 10 degrees at the bone
Man or fish who will hold
Who's the fool, both are bold
When you see that blood on the ice
then you know that he made the lucky strike
Head into the gale
I know I'm gonna make it
Chiseling my way wind
nipping at the nose, keep your toes
Gotta make it to Dark Cove
Dark Cove was our only hope
Together we can take it
Alone we'd never make it
Ride the storm be the stuff of stories
About Dark Cove
Spoiler
Conditions in the Apostle Islands Region of western Lake Superior produce a very specific flavor of ice fishing experience in late winter/early spring along the north shore of Wisconsin once the ice has more or less formed up for the season. The ice is constantly on the move due to deep, strong currents among the islands of the archipeligo. Various conditions such as the candeling of ice (ice that is rotted, taking an unstable form), pressure cracks, and sudden shearing off of the ice shelf on which one has set up operations, these are constant threats, as is the everpresent threat of going in, or simply experiencing hypothermia out in the elements. Maybe only madness can explain it; it has meant money to set nets under the ice but the call of trophy fish called anglers into waters between 120-220 feet to seek sport catches. The science of gear and technique can and does fill a book, see Blood on the Ice by John Esposito. The ice chisel is a constant companion to the angler for testing the ice. Dark Cove is not really a place that I know of out there but there is a Hidden Cove on North Twin Island from what I can find so I loosely based my story there, which is based on one of the stories from Esposito's book about a bunch of guys taking refuge in a hunting cabin on an island during a storm. Dark Cove could also be the metaphysical refuge in the mind when faced with life or death. Also I really just wanted to shoehorn in the use of this cool weather radio sample I collected. 
