Drinking and playing cards is pretty popular here. This is often done in crazy places like ice shacks. Ice fishing is pretty much retarded (though they pull out some big fish). Ice shacks are awesome. The two have surprisingly little to do with each other. My retarded ass once went ice fishing with a 'Registered Maine Guide!" He happens to have become a very dear friend. After four hours on a snowmobile, he shoveled his way through the ice, drilled some holes, and then stuck up just a wind break and sat on a bucket behind it. I stayed close enough to my snowmobile for the heated suit to still work. That's fucking retarded. On the other hand, ice fishing shacks are awesome. You go there, get shitfaced, and look out the window to see if a flag has gone up. You can drive right out to many of them. Some of them can be slept in. You get shitfaced and play cards - while watching for flags. I don't feel like watching for flags, so I just get shitfaced and play cards. It's roasty toasty in the ice shack. It's cold as fuck outside and almost every single native-born Mainer pretends they're immune to it. Not me. I stay inside the shack. I don't ice fish. But, they never play pinochle. Nobody knows how to play, except for a few old ladies and some old convicts. They play a lot of cribbage. Cribbage and coffee brandy are pretty popular among the women folk. So, if you come to Maine, you should probably learn how to play cribbage. Shit-talking is allowed, even encouraged.