Yes. Every day.
Adem said, "Not much, no. Try not to."
Dad said, "Hm."
And that was it until they gave up a couple of hours later after no bites. Dad hooked the rig up, drove them back to New Pheasant Run, let Adem out. A handshake. A good long one. Then he dragged the ice shack back to the Cities.
He put it on Craigslist a few days later, sold it the same afternoon.
But he kept the Buick. It was a fine car.