What have you lost down the hole?

my mind!

Randy Wieland wrote:

Dignity.
Similar to rmanderson, I went through the ice. driving home in a birthday suit was awkward

Don’t forget about that bottle of Coke from years ago-lol.

Just a few weeks ago I won a St. Croix Legend at the ice show at Gander Mountain in Wausau… I never win anything!

The first day out I dropped it down the hole… What. The. F….

Luckily, after about 15 minutes of dragging the bottom with a buckshot rattle spoon, I hooked it, on what was honestly my last effort… I won it again!

JD… drill a hole 4-6 feet over ?

big_g, there was still too much of our perm house over the area. Thought about it though. Wasn’t our shack but a rental so couldn’t really move it.

Last saterday at bitter in sd . Getting set up in the morning I have a bad habit of putting my rods between the canvas and the tubing. Well my son came to talk to my from his shelter and the zipper was a bit iced up and he yanked on it afew times and down came my meat stick right in the hole. After an hour of trying a large slender spoon did the trick with the help of a camera. Glad I got it back that rod was my best rod on the lite biting perch we got into on Sunday and Monday morning.

I lost my Brand new Iphone that I had for almost a week on day 1 of a lake of the woods trip. I lost a jar of moonshine, a Battery, a tip up over the years. This year the only thing I’ve lost is a orange plastic scooper.

If you’d switch to Android, the Galaxy S5 is water resistant to IP67 standards. People have tossed them in swimming pools for hours and the phone works fine.

I had my friends kid drop my Marcum charger down the hole. Fished it out a week later with some treble hooks and a camera. It still works.

Add me to the lost cell phone club.

A Samsung Mesmerize cell phone, Vexilar charger, at least 2 pair of sunglasses, a few forceps and anything else I drop. Didn’t you know holes are magnetic and emit a force to draw objects toward them? My phone even bounced off my boot once and off the ice before the third hop into the drink. That’s why I don’t golf anymore, water hazards do the same thing. Is there any physicists out there that can explain that or am I just bad luck?

Lets see…..

5 Tungsten jigs at once
2 pliers
bag of M&M’s ( coolest thing to watch)
part of a marcum Camera the fin because the plastic was a little too cold to move.

This was over the course of a few years.

On Mille Lacs for the Perch Extravaganza last year, renting a house out of Nitti’s:

There were twelve of us staying in the house, six vehicles parked around the ice house, but my big 3/4 ton Ram was more or less blocking everyone into the plowed parking area as I was the last to arrive. Someone asked for my keys to move my truck so they could drive to shore. As I was pulling the keys out of my pocket…whoops. Down the hole next to me.

Not only were they my only set within 150 miles, it also held the key to the padlock that secured the steel cable to my nerf bars on my truck that was keeping the Honda Generator from being stolen.

Awesome…

Pair-of-Dice;

We had a large game of 6-5-4 going in the shack when my buddy throws his roll, two dice go tumbling off the table and down the hole. With a large pile of money on the table we all stood there looking at each other and then quickly glancing back at the large pot of money. Everyone was now looking at their money invested in that pot, with a quick glimpse many of us knew we were left with now empty wallets.
It was at this split second in time that I suggested that we all place a final bet for the pot and guess what number the dice had rolled as they now lay at the bottom of the lake.
So with all of us being of sound mind and lubricated influence,I suggested a quick peak with the the new aqua-view camera would reveal the winning dice numbers.
Now this is my first aqua view camera, it was one of the first underwater cameras available at that time, which I had purchased at a considerable price prior to this trip.
With whiskey in hand,and a considerable bet laying at the bottom of the lake we all gathered around that tiny little screen and lowered it through the them murky dark waters of lake Mille Lacs. Through the unfocused snow cluttered screen we were able to locate both dice and identify the winning numbers.
It was my number that was laying there on the bottom, I had won the large pot of money sitting 27′ feet above the dice as they lay.
Screaming yelling and arguing ensued at I sat at the table organizing my winnings, I realized that I had just won enough money to cover the cost of that camera and I would not have to face the wrath of my spouse when she noticed several hundred dollars missing from our joint account.
The happiness of that moment quickly turned as my best buddy, who with a cocktail in hand and too many already down the hatch to count, picked up my new camera with his free hand, stormed out the door; and let my camera fly like a “Brett Favre Hail-Mary’.
No one was there to catch it, it hit the ice and broke in two. I don’t remember ever seeing him so happy as he was in that moment.
We stared into each others eyes and decided it was time to get a poker game going.

And we have a winner jrhuberty! Best story of the year! lol doesn’t even come close!

JD Winston wrote:

And we have a winner jrhuberty! Best story of the year! lol doesn’t even come close!

I agree that is one of the best ice stories I’ve ever heard. Now the real question is was the fishing any good?

When we were kids my sister thought an unopened can of pop would float. I said it would sink. Down the hole it went, and it sunk like, well, an unopened can of pop! This was a long, long time ago when we were little kids so I might not be remembering this right, but I’m pretty sure we determined that regular pop will sink and diet pop will float! Funnily enough, my husband very recently sold an old cell phone to a guy who dropped his down the hole on Mille Lacs. I had no idea they make floating cases!

JD Winston wrote:

big_g, there was still too much of our perm house over the area. Thought about it though. Wasn’t our shack but a rental so couldn’t really move it.

I woudl have moved it myself or had the resort knowing whatyou lost…

Maybe paying them $20 to move it vs. value of your rod and reel. Easy choice for me, and I probably would have gone nuts enough to just move the rental myself, especially if I could see it.

I was fishing with a buddy of mine last year on Mille Lacs and we had been drinking a few beers. It was late at night and we were in that stage of kind of fishing, but the fish weren’t biting so we were mainly just hanging out. We had driven his SUV out there and were kind of in an area all by ourselves for the most part.

While setting up our portable earlier in the day I had started shoveling snow off of the ice so we had a flat ‘floor’ in the house. He immediately stopped me and said he wanted his side to stay as is, he liked having some snow built up. I took it a little too literally and shoveled exactly have the snow off of the ice(obviously not all of it but once the heater was running for awhile I basically had clean ice and he had about 8 inches of snow, he even insisted I keep the little, as he called it, ‘volcano’ you get from drilling a hole.

It was actually a pretty humorous sight and we joked about it a bit, little did we know the precarious situation we had put ourselves in. If only we knew…

As the day went on and we walked in an out of the house, the sharp change from sheer ice to built up snow was worn down into more of a ramp, which when coupled with my buddies ‘volcano’ more or less made a funnel into the two holes on my side of the house.

Now I don’t expect everyone here to believe what happened next, but it’s the truth, every word. Like many tragic events, it started out humorous but then quickly turned darker. As the night went on and we had the heater running on and off, the top layer of snow had melted and then turned to ice.

My buddy caught a small walleye and while hoisting it out of his hole his line broke and the hook became dislodged at the same time. His spoon flew into the air and then landed next to his hole. It then preceded to slide down the bank of the volcano, straight into my hole.

I laughed at his misfortune, doubly so when I realized that was his only lure that was producing any fish for us that night. He was not so impressed and started cursing my shovel-work. I gave it right back to him and told him that if he had let me shovel the entire area we’d still have his lure.

A few minutes later the first true disaster struck, I reached to grab a beer from the cooler which quickly slipped out of my hands and took a ride on the vicious volcano straight into my hole. We started to get a little worried , there was a sense of foreboding at this point and we almost packed it in and headed home. We decided it was nonsense, we were just unlucky!

An hour or so later we hear a snowmobile pull up and the familiar greeting of a DNR field agent. “DNR MFers, open up.” We told him to wait a minute so we could move some stuff out of the way for him to maybe step inside. He was an impatient fellow though and unzipped the house and barged through like a bundled up version of the kool-aid man, with a 9mm in one hand and his badge in the other. What happened next I can’t really explain. He stepped right in the middle of the ice house and promptly slipped on the uneven/slippery surface. He landed on his side and went directly down the hole. He dropped his gun as he fell and as it hit the ice it discharged and the bullet shot directly into our lantern, leaving us in the darkness.

We sat silent for a minute, hoping that the silent darkness would erase what just happened, the true calamity of our situation began to set in. We know that others would have heard the gunshot, and for all we know there could be other officers in the area that would be honing in our location.

We had to come up with a plan, because there was no way we were going to have a horde of DNR agents come to find us at the scene of our crime. I told my friend, “We gotta get outta here before they come and find out that we are one walleye over our limit.”

So we went into action, getting rid of the agent’s snowmobile was easy, between the two of us we were able to push it close enough to the volcano that it slid right down and disappeared into my hole. But what to do with the gun? I thought it best to discharge the rest of the ammunition to avoid the urge to fight our way off the lake, we have families after all and didn’t want either of us to die in a gunfight.

We started to pack up the ice house, speed was of the essence, we could hear snowmobiles off in the distance, getting closer. I threw our walleye in my backpack and threw it over my shoulder, jumping in the passenger seat. Our impending doom was near. As the engine turns over the first gunshots glance off the hood of our car. My friend throws it in reverse and spins around only to find we are surrounded. But he has a plan.

The snowmobiles cannot stop the advance of our much bigger vehicle, so he hits the gas and busts through their perimeter, they start to give chase. He loops around and around the area in a perverse game of snake, it’s not until he has the car pointed directly at the scene of the crime that I understand.

“Tell my family I love them” he said as he rolled down my window. He hits the slope and we are thrown directly under the ice. In shock, much of what happens next is still a blur, but I hear him say something about going down with the ship and I climb out of the window of the car. I am in complete darkness, I know that with my limited lung capacity I only have between 10 and 16 hours to live. That’s when I swam underwater, in 34 degree water for 16 hours, swimming for 27 miles(it’s easy to get disoriented under the ice at night) before finally seeing lights in the distance.

I swim towards them, knowing that my life hangs in the balance. Finally, with no energy left in my body I reach them. I emerge from the water in a darkhouse, where a very surprised old man is holding a cigarette lighter, still alight.

I collapse on the floor and he calls the police. Unfortunately, that’s where this tragic story ends. I wish I could say it was a happy ending, but what have I lost through the ice? No, I didn’t lose a $500 cell phone or a $100 ice rod, but I did lose something that I’ll never be able to replace, after all it’s only once a year that I’m able to drink Great Lakes Christmas Ale and that was the last bottle of the season. I was later arrested for illegally spearing on Lake Mille Lacs, the fines were egregious.

****Reading back through this it’s apparent I exaggerated in certain places, OBVIOUSLY this isn’t all true. I mean come on, you didn’t actually believe me when I said that I caught more than my limit of walleyes on Mille Lacs last year did you?

just lost my iphone 5 down the hole yesterday..it was a bad feeling..

JD, I think CBMN is volunteering to go get your pole out of Red… just give him coordinates and this will be settled.

I dropped my phone in the minnow bucket a few weeks ago.I managed to grab it before it ever hit the bottom,took it home dismantled it and let it sit overnight and it works as well as it did the day it happened.Ive lost-pliers,scoops,a small sized heater that sits on a one pound tank with the tank on it (ten inch hole)a spreader pole for an old portable.I am sure I am forgetting a few things as well.