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I’m trying to embrace winter.
Relish it.
Greet each frosty morning with a smile.
It’s difficult.
At 20 below I don’t even want to go outside, let alone frolic in the snow.
I went ice fishing last week with a friend who truly enjoys this time of year. He showed up at the cabin with two snow machines, a power auger, and enough minnows and smelt to open a bait shop.
A Minnesota native of Scandinavian descent, Mike is hard-wired for the cold. He doesn’t seem to notice when the mercury takes a dive. He likes the ice. He actually appears to enjoy the groaning, booming sounds it makes when...
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