First stop, the beach.... too cold to swim.

Dad made these perfect little round holes in the "ice" and the regular pond appeared.
Then he put these sticks in the hole and told me not to touch them.
The next step of ice fishing is to go back to shore and find a nice patch of sun the lay in. I found sticks of my own.

Then everyone yells flag and goes back out the sticks in the hole.

and After:
I am most helpful as you can see.