So we were ice fishing in Northern Minnesota. My best friend and I had just made it out to the fish house early in the morning. Gotta get dat early start don't ya know.
Well, to keep the story short i'll just say this...wet hands, metal ice chisel, and 28 degrees below zero. Put these together and you have one hand now firmly attached to a chisel handle and by buddy screaming in pain.
The best part is the about the only way to get unstuck w/o tearing off several layers of skin is to warm the handle up somehow. Well, all we could do was to blow on his hand with our hot breath. I don't think I was a lot of help as it's pretty hard to blow air out of you mouth when you are laughing hysterically.


Duke