[4Runner]

Don't care how thick they say the ice is, I would never sit in the middle of a friggin' lake like those guys are doing.

Used to go fishing with my dad for bass and crappie in the reservoirs north of NYC in the winter months. This was like 1960. They were deep bodies of water. We never strayed beyond the rocky shorelines and railroad tracks. Muscoot. Croton.

The reservoirs never froze over completely just in spots. We caught dozens of large and smallmouth bass and crappie. Garcia rods and reels. Fred Arbogast plugs. Killies. Nightcrawlers.

Mom hated we would stay out all day after leaving at 5:30 in the morning. Then she'd have to clean the fish for frying when we returned. God they were good. Dad passed in '05.

Still have the memories.

[ProtectOurFreedom]

Good memories!

When my dad was a boy, he used to capture skunks around the Kensico Reservoir in the late 20s and early 30s and sell the pelts. He used to tell great stories about getting sprayed and what Oma did to clean him up!

[norwaypinesavage]

"Don't care how thick they say the ice is, I would never sit in the middle of a friggin' lake like those guys are doing."

I agree. It's far better to be sitting in a warm car, and watching through the window.