Nolan reached his usual fishing hole, an area he had scouted for years. The ice here was thick yet fragile in places, and the water beneath teemed with hardy fish. He found a suitable spot, brushed away loose snow, and readied his drill.
Every rotation of the ice drill reminded him of the harsh environment that he’s gotten used to over the years. He leaned into the handle until the drill dug deeper. It was grueling work, made more so by the relentless wind sapping the warmth from his fingertips.