Crossed off an item on my Bucket List today: Icefish!

Thank you to my wonderful Pake (grandpa) for drilling all the holes; keeping me cozy in your fancy shanty; overturning a bucket to become my ice fishing throne; showing me how social of a sport it is; and letting me drive while you’re sitting on the tailgate, dragging the shanty behind.

Most of all, thanks for putting up with me. From “spazzing out” when I held a fish (his words), to using timbits as bait (not as effective as I had hoped) and swearing that I had seen a mermaid (might have been my own reflection…).

Love ya Pake!