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You could have lied and said you drilled down a foot. 4 inches???
Good one!!!!
I was at the ffac on sabattus 2nd year putting out my last trap when she struck. Eyeing the portable j knew I couldn't make it. I. I blasted about a 3' brown eyed pike on the snow with people every where going by on sleds. Had to cut up my under shirt to whipe.
Got to the lake very early...first one there. Unloaded all my stuff from the truck and getting ready to head out...and my stomach is like *blurp blurp*. I'm like oh god...I don't know what's happening, but somebody better call 911. I hurried out of my ice suit just in time to drop a not-so-solid pile of turd right next to the parking area. Hey...it was there or in my ice suit and that suit was expensive! I buried the shat with snow and went about my business.Im feeling very relieved at this point....I drag my stuff out on the ice maybe 75 yards and drill a couple of holes. Then I see somebody pull in the parking area. They park, door opens, and this dog jumps out and does a B-line straight for you know what. The dog starts smashing its face in it and rolling around it. Once the dog was coated, the owner starts yelling at it and the dog goes back to him. He's like "Awww girl..what did you roll in?". Then the guy starts dragging his stuff out on the ice, dog at his side. When they start to get kind of close to me, the dog starts running for me. Then the guy starts yelling for it to stop...and he yells to me "be careful buddy...she rolled in something stinky!". I'm like..."Eww I see that...what the heck did she get into?" I have never laughed on the inside so hard while keeping a straight face. If the guy that owns the dog is reading this...I'm sorry. I should have warned you. It all happened so fast.
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This one is easy. When I was a kid probably 6 or so years old I was on China Lake with my Dad and his buddies. Very cold day. I was a little shy about "peein" so I took about a 100+ yard walk to get to a little island where I could get some privacy. When I got to the treeline I went to unzip my snowmobile suit. Well it was stuck. I pulled and pried for I don't know how long. Well eventually physics and biology took over and I had to let it go. I just remember thinking my father was going to be...well pissed. I had to walk all the way back to where everyone was and I was steaming heavily it was so cold out. Pretty embarrassing and everyone was very curious but didn't take them long to figure it out. My old man, who was typically a hard ass but took me everywhere turned out nice about it. Drove me all the way to Bath to my Nannys. She dried my suit and stuff and back on the ice 2 hours later. I never wore a snowmobile suit after that.