Hope this counts as a newbie story. It ain't ice, but it's pretty good. Used to fish witha bunch of surf rat beer hound women chasin' guys, and we would baptize our new members with a very sweet little ceremony we called the "deflowering." We'd get the guy all rigged and let him catcha fish or two then, quietly set him up with a no-bait rig without him knowing. We'd then get him in a lawn chair and get him sauced up decently so he'd fall asleep. We would wait til he wuz out pretty good, then tie his ankles to the lawnchair. If he wuz REALLY gone, we'd unzip his pants and loosen his belt too. We'd then be catching some good striper to 30 lbs or so, and the new meat would be snoring. Just before the dawn flurry, we'd gather around just behind him and proceed to yell "FIIIIIIIIIISHHHH OOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!" as loudly as possible...oh, yeah...remember the pants we'd undone? Well, they wuz tied to sand spikes we'd set up behind and to the side of him. Usually, the victi...uh, candidate's eyes would fly open, and he'd launch himself out of the chair towards his rod which we'd have set up so it was bent hard. Usually, they'd fall face first in the sand with their pants down, and we'd laugh til we pissed ourselves. HOWEVER, we had a newbie who was 6'8" and 350lbs. We did that to him, he lauches his gihugic butt outtta the chair, and proceeds to run to get his rod. The lawn chair disintegrates into freekin' shards as his giant legs pump for all it is worth. His pants rip and he keeps going, still probably all juiced up on Dark Ale. After the shock, he just stood there laughing & pullingup what was left of his pants with the rest of us as the sun came up. He then tied on a spoon and caught the biggest Bass of the nite---a 45lb'er. Baptisms can be great. Friends of a lifetime...priceless. Still miss him whenever I see a sunrise.
