"So close?" Hong Tao measured the distance from King City to Lake Simcoe at most, and from downtown Toronto, it is no more than 50 kilometers.

"Near? If you want to fish closely, there are several small lakes in the King's City, but the fish are too small to be interesting. Old Gail didn't understand Hong Tao's sigh, thinking that he was too far away.

Although there was a highway, Old Gale drove for nearly an hour before coming to the lake and stopping in front of a fishing tackle shop.

"Get your passport, we'll get your license first, otherwise you won't be able to fish." Old Gail took Hong Tao into the fishing tackle shop, and Hong Tao only then understood why Old Gail specially asked him if he had brought his license before leaving, it turned out that he was not afraid that he would be checked by the police, but for the fishing license.

This fishing tackle shop is very small, there is only a glass counter and some fishing tackle hung on a wall, the scale is not even as good as Hong Tao's own shop, and the fishing tackle is also very simple, most of them are ice fishing rods and some hooks, fishing lines or something, the most interesting thing is that in the house, is a big pool, which raises a lot of small fish, what kind of fish Hong Tao can't see, about the length of the palm, similar to the domestic white stripe and wheat ear fish.

The fishing license is processed quickly, you only need to fill in your life and ID number on the form, and then hand in 2 photos, a few minutes later, a card-like card was handed over to Hong Tao, the front is a photo of a fish, which reads "OntarioOutdoorsCard", which translates to Ontario Outdoor Card.

In addition to this card, the clerk also gave Hong Tao a printed material, about more than ten pages, and told Hong Tao to read it carefully, and then go fishing, the service attitude is not to say, but this is really not a free service, this fishing license and that material charged a total of 68.5 Canadian dollars.

"Do I need to memorize this thing before I can go fishing?" Hong Tao didn't feel sorry for that money, although the price was high enough, he actually charged more than 400 yuan for a fish, which is considered high fishing in China.

"Oh, no, these are damn laws, don't say you're a foreigner, I can't figure it out sometimes, with Pavey here, you don't have to worry, he has a fisherman's license, he'll tell you how to deal with problems that happen in fishing, but you'd better look at this thing, it doesn't hurt to know a little more." Old Gale didn't seem to be too interested in this thing, but he still had a sense of awe.

"How many times can I use this license? There are no photos on it. Hong Tao took out the small card and asked.

"This is a temporary license, it can only be used for a week, your official license will not be sent to your home until the next week, because you are a foreigner, so the price is more expensive, we only need to pay 28 Canadian dollars a year, I will give you an S license, which is less restrictive than a Class C license, and the price is a little higher."

"It's a bit of a hassle, what if I don't have a license to go fishing?" Hong Tao is still not giving up, according to his habitual thinking, those who abide by the rules always suffer.

"Oh, that's a big problem, you'll be fined, and your tackle and transportation will be confiscated, and if you catch fish that shouldn't be dropped, like salmon in the spawning period, then boy, God can't save you." Old Gale made an exaggerated grimace at Hong Tao.

"What will happen? Will you go to jail? Hong Tao was very curious.

"Maybe, the laws of each district are different, Ontario belongs to the 16th district, those law enforcers will cut open the belly of the fish, and then give the fish roe to the court, you have to pay the fine according to the amount of fish roe, God knows how many fish roe those female fish will have, and it is likely that I will not be able to pay the money if I sell my house, so if you don't have a license, I will not take you fishing, even if I don't go, I will not take you there." Old Gale spoke very firmly. He staggered to the front of a house and honked his horn. A few minutes later, the garage door of the house opened automatically, and a pickup truck came out of it, but the ground of this pickup truck was much higher than that of Old Gale, and the two cars were like the height of a sedan and an SUV.

"Hey, Hong, hello, Miss Yoko, you're getting prettier, let's go!" Pavey got his huge head out of the cab, first greeted Hong Tao and Zhou Xiaoli, and then waved his hand and started the car first.

When Pavey's pickup truck passed in front of the old Gale car, Hong Tao realized that his car was so high, and the bottom of his car was not all installed at all, and there were 2 triangular snow tracks installed on the rear wheels, this kind of thing Hong Tao had seen on TV in his previous life, thinking that foreigners had nothing to do and were playing, but he didn't expect to see a practical example now.

Pavey's pickup truck was not only equipped with snow tracks, but also dragged a tow rack in the back of the car, on which was placed a very large thing, covered with tarpaulin, and Hong Tao couldn't see what it was.

"Let's go, let's load things into Pavey's car, his thing can be on the ice, it will save a lot of effort." Old Gail beckoned Hong Tao to get out of the car, loaded all the contents of the car into Pavey's body, and then reversed his car into Pavey's garage.

U.S. imperialism is really a waste, the interior of this Chevrolet car is unusually wide, and a big fat man like Pavey, who weighs more than 200 pounds, does not look crowded at all when he sits in it, and as for Zhou Xiaoli, who is a slender little physique among Asians, she sits in the back seat like a child.

"Pavey, are you sure the ice here can really handle the weight of your car?" Pavey drove the car straight down the slope, and there was no shelter from the woods in front of him, and suddenly it became clear that in front of him was a vast plain covered with snow, but this plain was so flat that not even a single tree grew, and it was obviously already on the ice.

Although Hong Tao has also heard in China, it is no problem for cars to drive on the ice in colder places in the north, such as the Songhua River. The weather in Toronto seems to be colder than in Northeast China, so it stands to reason that there should be no problem with ice on the car. However, Pavey's big pickup truck is a little heavy, not 10 tons but 5 tons, and the big fat man Pavey gives people a very bad feeling, so Hong Tao still can't help but confirm it.

"Do you want to pull a sled and walk a few kilometers through the snow?" Pavi didn't quite understand what Hong Tao meant, and asked rhetorically.

"No, I'd better take the car." Hong Tao was originally a self-questioning and self-answering, and he didn't want to get any special answers at all.

Simko Lake has been completely covered with thick snow, the snow on the ice is more than a foot thick, if it weren't for Pavey having this tracked off-road vehicle, it would be really inconvenient for ordinary cars to drive here, but it is not impossible, on the snow, Hong Tao found several obvious ruts, the traces are still very fresh, it seems that there are other people on the ice.

After turning a mountain cliff, Hong Tao's eyes suddenly became lively, the lake in front of him was even wider, and the opposite shore could not be seen at all, and on this silver-white plane, there were many black spots, the farther ones could not be seen clearly in the fluttering snowflakes, but the closer ones could find that these black spots were made of people and their belongings.

"So many people! All ice-fishing? Hong Tao couldn't believe his eyes, there were no less than dozens of such black spots within the range of his vision, could it be that Canadians love ice fishing so much?

"Well, most of them, there are also people who come with children to fish and play, we still have to go inside, there are too many people here, and the water is not deep enough, we go to deeper places." Pavey slammed on the accelerator, the tracks under the car rolled up a thick layer of snow, and the off-road vehicle rushed headlong into the snowstorm.

After about 3 kilometers of walking, the number of people on the ice gradually decreased, and from the navigation radar screen on Pavi's car, it was almost the center of Lake Simco.

"Hong Tao, look at that house, is there still a house here?" Zhou Xiaoli suddenly pointed to the window on her side for Hong Tao to see.

A small house appeared in the left front of the off-road vehicle, which looked a bit like the prefabricated house used on our domestic construction sites, but the roof was very pointed, probably deliberately designed to prevent it from collapsing by snow.