It's an amazing land, this "land of ten thousand lakes."  No matter our avocation, we are not left in the lurch by the snow and ice of a Minnesota winter.
If we are a Minnesota fisherman, we pull our pole from a rippling lake in the fall and simply bide our time until the ripples turn into layers of ice.  And then we continue just about right where we left off by drilling a hole in the ice and setting up a tent over the hole.  [I don't know why I'm using the pronoun we because "we" don't fish.]
When a Minnesota golfer can't golf because of the snow cover (same color as golf balls), he simply goes to Palm Springs or Orlando or Phoenix or San Antonio for a while.  Sometimes he finds a golf course in Mazatlan or Martinique.  Everybody needs a vacation, no matter where you live, so it all works out.  [And this is where we should go back to we because "we" always need a vacation.]
When a Minnesota horticulturist can't fight dandelions and plant tulip bulbs because the ground is frozen, we start an indoor garden under growing lights and keep our green thumb green and exercised all winter long.  [And that's enough plurality.]
When a Minnesota health nut can't run in the park or hike on the trails because of ice and potholes, he buys a membership to the Victoria Field House and walks on the track above the hockey rink and climbs the stairmaster and lifts weights.  Maybe one day he'll even be able to swim at the Victoria Field House.
And it all works in reverse too.  When a Minnesota skier can't do the waves on Lake Minnetonka because they've frozen in place, he simply heads for the hills.  If he's going to break a leg or a neck, he can do it just as easily on land or sea, but the point is that he doesn't have to miss a thing in this land of ten thousand lakes.
I suppose if we wanted to get picky we could ask where Minnesota fishermen go fishing during the in-between time.  When winter's ice isn't safe anymore and it can't support cars or people with fishing poles and yet there's still not open water for fishing boats, where do fishermen go fishing?  And what do fishermen do when they can't go fishing?
Yes, it's the dilemma of the ages.  But it's no dilemma for those who hunt for the fishhook in the Victoria Gazette.  There is a fishhook hidden in each and every issue of the Gazette, and each month one of the correct entries gets its name pulled from the minnow bucket to win $10.  This month Betty Bleichner from Chaska gets the $10.  Writes Betty, "Love this paper!"  Gosh, thanks.  It's good to be loved.
In the meanwhile, and in this amazing land of ten thousand lakes, if you're a hunkerin' down to find the fishhook hidden in this issue of the Gazette, good luck.   You'll need it.  If you find it, send a line telling of its location, to Box 387 in Victoria and sinker in the mail. 
If you're between fishing holes, be careful.  You don't want to be left in the lurch .. or in church .. with a perch.  Gosh, it's getting late.  It's time to hop in bed when your rhyming makes more sense than you meant.