The weekend before last I took part in an ice fishing derby and even though it meant getting up while it was still dark and functioning in the cold on only a few hours of sleep, it was an incredible day. When I caught my first fish (see photo on the right) and my brother and I brought it to the weigh-in station I was thrilled to find out that so far it was in second, if not first place. So all day long we quizzed people walking by with their fish to see if theirs held up. As it turned out at the end of the day I lost out by one ounce but it was still a great experience. So much so that last weekend I went out with my family and did it again.
There's something about being out nature and the stillness and the silence (minus the distant sound of snowmachines) that is like a sabbaath activity for me.
Now I've got one more requirement for my future cottage- it must have a good spot for ice fishing!