Uncover the Secret Delicacy Hidden Beneath Our Feet: The Surprising Truth About Eating Around Worms
He cleared the loose ice away with the head of the hatchet and the side of his boot, never exposing skin. At that temperature, even a few seconds barehanded could cost you.
By the time the hole was open, a new film had begun forming.
This would be constant. Break it open. Fish quickly. Repeat.
From his bag he pulled two short sticks no longer than my forearm, each already wrapped with line, hook tied, ready to use. There was no tying of knots, no threading the line, no fine adjustments. Nothing that required bare fingers. Everything had been prepared beforehand because it had to be.
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