Flathers came out of the fog bank… Head down… Arms pumping… Breath crystalizing in the air. The shout from inside the ice hut (!FISH ON!) had him wheeling uncontrollably.
By the time he reached the door there were rods, chairs, and an upended card table scattered within. But now, on the floor of the fish house, THIS is what most caught his attention.
– to be continued –
