Me too. When I was little I went ice fishing at Lake Erie with my dad and brother. My brother pushed snow and slush back into the hole when we were done and I fell into the hole. Luckily it was only one leg. Never been back. I do fish almost every day now outside my door here in the Gulf of Mexico.
Sounds good.
Btw, anyone who tells you they love snow and ice, they’re lying.☺