The northeast, you may know, is snowed in. All our friends are figuring out how to heat their homes, and how to remove an unconscionable amount of snow from their driveways, and how to recharge their phones so they can stay connected to the outside world.
We are figuring out where to go for lunch. But I remember snow and ice. I do. And to prove it, I will direct your attention to a post I wrote two years ago, at about this time, about a little ice fishing adventure: Felony Angling.