We haven't had a winter like this in 50 years, Steve. There's a foot of ice in protected waters, salt or fresh, and I'm digging out my snares from the snow almost every other day. Snowshoes de rigeur. I like it though. Today I was smelt fishing and pacing off distances over the ice from a few of my blinds to confirm my range limits. And there's coming back to my home in the woods, with a wood-fire burning brightly, and the love of a good woman.
I raise a glass of single malt as I light a fresh Cohiba to your contentment and satisfaction. My compliments, sir.
