I've done some winter fly fishing through holes in the creek ice before. A good excuse to get out, but not really worth the effort.
The Badgerling and I had yet another rabbitless rabbit hunt today. She's been shooting the .22 like a pro, and she's itching to bring home the makings for supper. Man, I don't know what's going on with the rabbits. Used to be, about every five years we'd have a winter when you couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a rabbit. The last year like that I remember was about fifteen years ago. Sure wish I could find a few for the kid to put the whack on. I think that once she gets a couple kills under her belt and gets that feeling of accomplishment, I'll have a real hunter on my hands.
Oh well. It was still a good day. We drove up to a friend's ranch on the Sweetwater Rim. Said rancher has a kid the Badgerling's age, and they had a great time petting horses, climbing on hay stacks, and running around in the sub-zero wind chill like a couple hooligans. So, a great time was had by all. Including the rabbits.