Ice Fishing Festival from My Eyes

While many brought their own gear, a passport was required to join the ice. Someone's dog was running around introducing itself, and I love how its gentle sniffs can draw a smile from a crowd.

It was hard to tell you had left the land and stepped onto a lake. The snow was a layer of deception that masked the ice.

Learning how to navigate the ice was the most important table. No point in learning how to ice fish if you don't live to tell the tale. Ali Thomas was nice to talk to, once again, with concise knowledge perfect for the short table spiels.

I was worried that drilling holes in the ice may disrupt fish habitats. Levi Brown dispelled that fear, the holes freeze over anyway. Reminded me of my friends and I primatively throwning rocks on the ice years ago, listening to the reverberations cause boyant noises to travel to our ears. I would prefer not to disrupt the home of the fish, but Brown eased my thoughts on the harmonic tones.

Passive fishing as if fishing wasn't passive enough. I really liked this demonstration.

Ice fishing is a lot of hard work. Bundling up, gathering gear, treking out, digging a hole, and casting over again. The first time will probably be the hardest, but I think routine would make the journey a bit more barable. Smiling from a fish on is a different kind of feeling. Not like winning a basketball game, but not unlike getting the plushie from a claw machine. It's more like a gamble with less of the addiction. Slots with the only loss being time... and a few calories to warmth.

This is my second favorite picture from the day. Helpful gestures from the left and anglers borrowing a rod on the right. Streamlined with the passport to almost guarentee they at least have some knowledge in their noggin.

I believe in snow angels. A creation of the human mind and body that creates some semblance of joy. The beauty is inherent to the idea. If we waste time arguing and speculating their existence, you'll miss the scenery.

This was my favorite picture from the event, only to hear disagreements toward that feeling. Kind of feels like a two domino with an effect unknown.

Learning about where food comes from is often discomforting. Ew those chicken nuggets WHAT? They process a pig into hot dogs HOW? I like how simple this was. Oh fillet the fish along the spine, batter the bits up, fry, then eat. I unfortunately prefer my nuggets chicken.

When does a shack become a house that becomes a home?