A village of ice-fishing hut along the Kennebecasis River. I saw these today and had to stop and snap. I’ve only been ice-fishing once before. It involved a hut, beer, smokes, and a few good friends. The fish is always an afterthought. Being a true Maritime tradition, friends and beer consumption can pretty much make any event a good time. Even when it involves sitting on milk crates inside a glorified outhouse in the middle of a frozen waterway.