We finally got out on the ice this winter. This past Sunday the boyz had a great time running between Uncle Paul's and Grandpa's fish houses. They all caught some nice sized perch but Darin only could snag the little ones. Uncle Paul tried to get Tanner to kiss his fish and the best part was we didn't have to clean any of them. Auntie Cherrie sent us home with two meals of fish ready for the pan. Hard to believe nobody stepped in the hole or got a glove wet. It's a far cry from when we used to take the boys out in the little calm hut.