my first trip was to a local lake all we had was a old hatchet to put a hole in the ice
it took almost an hour
we got three holes in thanks to a older guy that had a spud bar he let us borrow
not long after we got there we were drunk and had no idea what we were doing of course no one would admit they were freezing their but off so we stayed well into tha night
all of a sudden the ice settled and we had no idea what was going on we felt the shaking and we looked like a rabbit being chased by a fox rods tackle box beer everything was left behind
we all dared each other to go get the stuff but there was no way anyone would go out
there it was a coleman lantern burning brightly in te middle of the lake rods all proped up on tackle boxes waiting for the first bite
about 45 min of standing there like fools the same older gentleman walked by and asked how it was going
completly embaressed i told him of our situationand i thought he would die laughing
needless to say he escorted us out to show it was safe to retrieve our equipment
Ill bet hes told that story for years and if hes lucky enough to be still with us still is telling it