The ice fishing gear I had taken with me and stored for 12 years in Kansas could now see some use once again. (Not that there was no ice fishing in Kansas, just that I never was inclined to try it in Kansas) A few hours of dedication on a Saturday and we had a tasty meal of Whitefish for supper.
Checkin ice depth
Walking on Water
Working Smarter, Not Harder
Sis with Mrs. Owens
Waiting patiently
Rewards
Papa's helper