My newest granddog, Smokey, ice fishing
with his mom, Zenny
and pop, Jon, ice fishing at Pasquale Lake.
Jon has been an intrepid fisherman and camper since his boyhood.
Now he lives in Regina, Saskatchewan, where the wind chill hovers
at minus 50, through very long winters. But he is still out there fishing
- ice fishing -
which, loosely translated, is one hole and one pole,
good boots, a lot of long underwear and patience.
Smokey loves fish on his crunchies,
so Zenny told Jon,
"Catch all the fish you can!"
This looks very cold and frozen.
The structures are ice fishing tents.
Jon just got himself one,
which seems a pretty good idea.
Hot coffee would be the next!
Puppy is getting tired
after this expedition.
He was likely pretty happy
to get home where it is warm and eat some
of that tasty fish.
He is so adorable.
