The Miller Memoirs

Ice Fishing
I have so many memories of ice fishing with my dad. As a child, we use to go ice fishing every Thanksgiving, and then every other special "winter" holiday following Thanksgiving. It never occurred to me that my dad was expressing how much he loved me by simply taking me ice fishing; however, as I reflect on the years, I now realize why it was so important that I go. I have to admit--I really don't love to ice fish. I never have. However, somehow understanding how important it is to my dad--makes me want to go. Over Christmas Break, my dad really wanted to take us ice fishing.

Somehow it didn't seem like a great idea to build a fire on ice...

The kids liked it.