
The first week of December while pulling my hand arguer out and starting a hole, I attracted a crowd of enthusiast wondering what I was planning to do. Was I going to wait till March and see if the ice thawed or by then punch thru the five feet of shoreline ice. Feeling guilty showed I had a three day finishing license. They all nodded in acknowledgement, realizing then I was a not a local but a rookie to northern ice fishing. They all got a laugh as I earned sore hands, until someone dragged over their gas auger. They watched as I broke though, wearing low boots and was greeted by a guesser of ice water and a cheer, when pulling the auger back out in power.
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