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.