Well, it was no school on President's day, so we took a little trip over to Georgetown after volunteering for a local race at the 'Bowl on Saturday. I put the senior LR to work with the big drill we had borrowed. A pretty slick job that ran like a weed eater once he pulled hard enough.
It took him a little while to get the hang of it, but before long we had about four holes in over two feet of ice. The last time I went ice fishing was when I was a student at the UM and it was basically an all night party until my friend dropped his Motorola radio (expensive in 1990) in the hole and we ended up fishing it out by the cord the next morning with a large anchor/claw device of some sort the local officer let us borrow. Somehow through the use of chemicals, he got it working again.
A couple of folks were catching fish, but we decided we did not have the patience for this and, anyway, I had forgotten the maggots to put on the Swedish pimples we were dropping through the ice. There were trucks on the ice. I think the snowmobilers were having the most fun. A group of them came by in the back of the above photo. Well, this was a new experience and something different anyway!
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