Your Most Extreme Ice Fishing

[Kodiak1]

When I was in high school, my Dad and I decided to head south to Sheep Creek Res., on the Duck Valley Indian Reservation. We called first, and were told the ice should be fine, just make sure we bring a plank to get out on it. We fished until late afternoon, and decided it was time to head back to Boise. The ice had retreated considerably from the dam where our plank was, and we only had about a foot or two of ice to hold the plank end. My dad was struggling across the plank with a very heavy cooler filled with some monster trout,and I was following with the equipment. When he put his full weight on the plank, a very large sheet of ice broke off of the main sheet, and the one end lifted up just where I was standing. I fell into the water, and the uplifted sheet came back down on top of me, trapping me under the ice. Talk about panicked. I somehow busted some of ice from below, and crawled up onto the ice. One of the scariest (and coldest!!) moments of my life. When we got back to Boise, I was still shivering even with the heater at full blast. I was extremely lucky to have avoided an obituary column that day!!! Mike
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