Ice Fishing

Somehow, over the weekend, the damfam was convinced to head out for a bit of ice fishing. I used to go a bunch as a kid and remember having a great time so when the opportunity arose, we snatched it up, wrapped it in a hankie and tucked it gently in my pants pocket. That didn't make any sense what-so-ever.

Lilly holding the first big catch of the day. A pickerel or as Brynna called it, a pickel.

B keeping a safe distance from the gross stuff as she watched Jamie and Lilly deal with one of the many pickels we caught that day.

maintaining the safe distance

the kids getting ready to do stupid, kid type things, off of a very large rock. I see the evil in Brynna's and Wyatt's eyes.