Ice Fishing With My Father: Very Funny

W. Bruce Cameron

My dad asks me if I’d like to go ice fishing in his shanty with him. “Why don’t we both just crawl into the freezer? It’s bigger, warmer, and there are more fish in there,” I suggest.

“Very funny,” he says to me. This is what my father has said to me after every joke I have ever told him. His lips say it; his face never does.

An ice-fishing shanty is basically a tin outhouse out on a frozen lake, except that in an outhouse the hole has a purpose. In ice fishing, the hole is what you stare at for hours, hoping that at some point you’ll break the monotony by falling in.

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