I know that these are supposed to be of me, ice fishing. But I was shocked to find that I am losing my hair and thought that the rest of you might want to know so you can buy me hats.


So, ice fishing. First, you get your friend Tom to drill a big hole in the ice. Then, you make some very hilarious jokes about how this or that thing augurs well for our fishing fortunes. Then you get a blank stare from other ice fishermen.



Next, you scoop out the icy bits and chase off the ice-eating dogs.


Next, you set up these little traps. The flag pops up when a fish bites. That occurs once every, um, time you go ice fishing. Maybe.


Then, after sitting still for two hours, you fry a lot of cholesterol-laden things and eat breakfast. Beer freezes and must be defrosted by the Coleman stove. The black box is a contraption Tom built. You tow it with a very fun 4-wheeler thing.


Eventually, you catch a very small fish, throw it back, and go home. If you are lucky, Tom lets you drive his 4-wheeler on the way back in. It has a place to hold a can of beer. Now that is good vehicle design.