I’ve survived the hazing ritual of ice-fishing. They tell me that it’s a leisure activity, but I’m convinced that it’s just a way to get the Southern girl out on the frozen lake. Rob and his brother, Kevin, took me out to the ice-fishing house in the middle of the lake that their house fronts on.
Rob drilled a hole in the ice with an auger. He’s delighted by the simplicity of the auger, and I have to admit that it’s an elegant way to get a hole in the ice.
The ice is about six inches thick at this point; I guess it will get thicker later. They keep telling me that it’s not cold yet, but the weather is making Iceland look warm.
After that, we went into the ice-fishing house, which is surprisingly cozy. I sat between Kevin and Rob. Look at them! They both seem to be having loads of fun staring at a fishing line that goes through a hole in the ice.
Rob caught two Great Northerns. Here’s Kevin, holding up the smaller one. My nephew, John, caught one last night so we’ll have a fish fry sometime this weekend.
My sister-in-law, Shawna, spent the morning cooking while we were out. The house smelled wonderful when we came back in–after my nose thawed. She’s making stuffed peppers for dinner.
It is such a pleasure to see Kevin and Rob and Shawna. Happy Holidays to you all – and a special hello to Laura! Thank you, Mary for doing this.
Everyone says “hello” back!