I always like to take a picture at the beginning of events like ice fishing, yard work, backpacking, or surgery while people are still happy and really not 100% aware of what is coming.
His bait came off of the hook and floated to the hole at this point of time he asked if we were having fun yet and if we could go home. Approximately 30 minutes after we arrived and that is on top of the 2 hour drive.
She is having fun and actually got a strike but failed to land it. I blame her fishing genes. They obviously came from the shallow end of the gene pool.
Reganns chair is full of water and she was wearing a cotton shelled work jacket. Very warm until it gets wet. After we did get into the car she was down to a t-shirt, tights and bare feet for the ride home.
Selfy with me and the oldest kid on the ice. Some day I hope to be there when someone shows my children how to catch a fish.