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  • I don't know what drives them out there. It always makes me laugh to see them-- solitary men sitting on overturned buckets in the middle of a lake with an auger beside them.

    A shack gives dignity to the affair, coziness, a sense of privacy.

    But sitting on that bucket with your hook down a hole in the ice-- well, it's just so exposed. The vulnerability of the ice fisherman is a thing to behold. They always sit facing away from the road.
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