Well, today certainly sucked.
I thought it was going to be a fantastic day. My trip to St Louis got cancelled, and my daughter had an early out from school. Clouds with bad weather coming meant a great afternoon to take off form work and do some ice fishing.
Well, at least the fishing was pretty good.
Unfortunately, during the trip, one of my best ice fishing companions died a horrible, horrible death. We’ve been fishing together for five years now, and he’s always been there for me when I need to cut through a couple feet of rock-solid ice.
Today, he revved up and put about 6 holes down, but on the 7th there was a loud *CLANK* and a sudden stop. Frozen solid. At home, I performed a preliminary autopsy.
I’ll warn you, the pictures you’re about to see are disturbing. They will likely make you want to run to your garage or fish house and hug your own loved one.