The first ice fisherman appeared on the river last Thursday. When the Ice fishermen and the hockey players arrive I reckon it's safe to walk out on the ice. It's a very strange feeling to be standing in the midst of the river. It's been so very cold that the holes drilled by the fishermen freeze over very quickly. The fish holes leave odd scars in the ice like gigantic eyeballs. One wonders if there is some subterranean gollum like creature trapped below the surface, looking out through these strange, bloodshot eyes.