Here are a couple pictures of me and my Uncle Ben (orange jacket) at my old cabin that me and a few friends of mine built back in early '90s. I went home last spring to see my grandmother, who was sick at the time, but did get to spend a part of a day at the cabin. We got to do a little ice fishing and caught a few trout; mine was a little bigger than my uncle's. It was a really cold day, - 30s, but it did bring back a lot of good memories of home. We went into the cabin and fried up our catch for a great meal, the best taste you can get. (In the woods, that is.) I love hunting and fishing, and I still do it, but it's not the same doing it in a place where you never grew up. We had a great day, wish I could do it more often.

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