My buddy Putz and I went ice fishing up by Cromwell for a few days this past weekend on Tamarack Lake. The lake was slushy, real slushy. Getting around on the lake with the wheelers was tough. We’d run, break through, walk them back onto good ice, run, break through…
Heck, walking was tough, once you’d break through the top layer, you were in ankle deep water. The second picture was taken right before putz wiped out and landed on his 
. I was laughing way to hard at him to take a picture of him laying on his back in the slush.
By the end of it, the wheelers were so full of ice that turning was tough, but they kept running hard, and got us where we needed to go!
Jami
