Thanks. I’m a snow guy since a kid. I think fondly of the many times I went snow skiing in the bush. I used wooden skis, cable bindings, and mountaineering boots. The wax to be used for different conditions was a science in itself. I remember my first time ice fishing. After a six pack I was no longer scared.
:^) I read a local tale years ago — a guy was ice fishing and had his dog in his shanty. He got a good bite and was pulling up his catch. It was a monster pike which managed to bite itself free just as its head emerged, and the already excited dog jumped right down the hole after it!
The fisherman was devastated and couldn’t figure out what to do. He had a big light in his truck and headed out the door to get it thinking he could guide the dog back to the opening.
As he left the shanty, there was a commotion not far away. Another fisherman was yelling and running out the door of his own shanty, and right behind him, chasing him off, was the missing dog.
[it may or may not be a tall tale, but it is one of those which should be true if it isn’t]