The difficult part of yesterday's storm was not the accumulation of snow, only about 2 inches, but the driving wind. I thought I'd take a short spin to Sebago Lake and see if I might be able to find a few ice shacks to photograph. The wind was ferocious and unrelenting. It created whiteout conditions and even made the 7-8 huts on the distant ice indishtinguishable. How many can you make out, not counting this one in the foreground, that's been pulled off the ice? At least if you have a shack to huddle in and perhaps a small woodstove, you can get out of the wind. This fellow, at 9 AM, has already called it a day. Now, puttin' a worm on a hook in April is one thing, but sitting on the ice for hours in February, in a cursing wind is another... at least for me. Oh, and one more thing, at least most of the shacks stock a cooler. After all, ice fishing in Maine is an alcohol event for most. Can you blame them?