There are a lot of rednecks up here. And trees. And deer. And the largest population of Finnish people. And their accents.
This Christmas my brother invited me to go ice fishing with a couple of his buddies and I felt obligated to go. As a regional experience. I felt ashamed as an official Yooper never having been, you see.
...I don't recommend it.
We sat around for 4 hours in the semi-cold and caught two tiny fish...which might be fine had we been hanging out in a sweet canoe on a pretty, warm pond or in the middle of a lazy river...but probably not even then, actually.
It turns out I don't care for fishing. At all. Surprise, right? I would much rather be doing something else...anything else. Like stunt sledding, for example!
...and by stunt I mostly mean leaping off a sled as it goes off a jump.
Yeah.
It didn't always go so well.
Attempted Superman + leap frog = random awesome times at the Shearer household.
Merry freaking Christmas.
I mean that.
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I wish I was a Shearer...and so does the rest of my fam.
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