Welp, we failed to hear from Hank or any of his cohorts on the ice fishing trip today, and I’m willing to bet it was because one of three things, either: he’s in such a remote location he couldn’t get wireless service to e-mail a blog; he ran into such good luck he couldn’t spare the time it takes to put down the rod, reel and beverage; or (God forbid, and this sounds like something that would happen to our Gritty) he fell through.
The good news is if he’d fallen through, all of us here at the office would probably know it by now. Watch this space Monday for Hank’s full ice fishing report.
Best Regards,
Caleb
