I may have told this story once before, but this video reminded me of it, so here it is.
A few of us were messing around on a frozen lake one day–on top of a mountain, no less–miles from the nearest town and at least two miles from out car. One of our number suddenly called for our attention. “There’s something I’ve got to tell you, fellas,” he began–and then the ice broke under him and in he went, up to his chest.
Don’t worry, we pulled him out. We also succeeded, rather quickly, in building a large campfire that dried him off pretty good, enabling him to get back to the car with a minimum of discomfort. He didn’t even catch a cold.
No, we weren’t chasing fish we saw under the ice. That’s cat stuff.