Me: Yesterday, the lake was flowing water with ice cubes. Today, it’s a frozen tundra.
Uncle Scotty: Tis’ the season nobody’s fishing; boats can’t get through the ice and it’s too thin for anyone to be on.
Me: Buddy Fishing? What’s that?
Uncle Scotty: Nobody is fishing.
Me: Oh…
Laughter erupts over the conversation.
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