“Hey [fishermen!!!!] We are now offering ice delivery starting tomorrow”
Yeah, just what ice fishermen need. Ice!
I’m a southerner to the core, so ice fishing is a completely alien concept to me. It looks like an excuse to drink beer while waiting on a fish to bite ... So, fishing, just with ice. Not really seeing anything special about it, but it sounds pretty awesome.
True story.
First winter in Erie, PA.
A new friend invited me to go ice fishing on the lake.
Basically a towed living room cabin on skis.
With a hole in the middle to fish.
Could have been a reality show of “Pimp my ice fishing house.”
Tip-ups and sitting on upturned buckets holding these tiny ice-fishing rods, waiting for perch or walleyes to bite. One year I caught a mud-puppy and kept it alive for the next eight months in a fish-tank. I also remember the time when I was 14 and we stopped off at a bar-and-grill to get something to eat and I had my first beer, a Carling Black Label.
Ah, to be young again ...
Effing brilliant.
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Tell us “your nearest cross street.”
Wow, that’s a big ice fishing population.
Sounds like a whole ‘nother world up there!
Good old American ingenuity. Great idea!
People up here go ice fishing; I had to cover their derby (as a journalist). Invariable people were having so much fun.
In one front-page picture I took, everyone posed while holding up their beer cans.
I said, “Guys? There’ll be more of a chance to get in the paper if you hide the beer.” LOL!
I didn’t think my boss would go for it.
See, and I’m just a reporter for a small town weekly. Imagine what sorts of made-up things reporters have to do in an important daily American newspaper.
“Here, Fishy-Fishy!” PING!
Oh good. My husband will love this!
