Last weekend was our town’s annual Ice Fishing Derby. We’ve had some warm periods this winter. People were a bit nervous about the thickness of the ice. I think that was the reason there were fewer of those little huts called “bob-houses”. Few of the people who arrived early drove their cars or trucks onto the ice. Once it was discovered that the ice was eleven inches (28cm) thick, some of the later arrivals opted to drive out there. Personally, I prefer parking the car on land and taking a nice stroll out on the ice. I was fortunate to be there when a few people caught fish. Catching is way more exciting than fishing. Each person can set up to six lines using a rig that sends up a flag whenever a fish takes the bait. That’s the reason the two boys are running in one image; they had a flag up. The result was the nice bass you see the boy holding in the next photo.