I live in the Deep South but I did have an opportunity to try ice fishing one time. I drilled a hole in the ice and peered into the hole and a loud voice from above said, “There are no fish down there.”
I walked several yards away and drilled another hole and peered into the hole and again the voice said, “There’s no fish down there.”
I then walked about 50 yards away and drilled another hole and again the voice said, “There’s no fish down there.”
Amazed, I looked up into the sky and asked, “God, is that you?”
“No, you idiot,” the voice said, “it’s the rink manager.”