So, one of my favorite childhood memories is going ice fishing with my dad. I remember the anticipation as we sat around the holes waiting and watching for the tip up flag to get sprung. And of course, the mad dash to reach the hole first! Those pikes were big though, so a lot of the time Dad had to help us kids pull them in. Wow! What a rush!
I'll never forget it!
What about you? Any favorite memories?