Well, Thank you all for the "warm" welcome. It seems that a few of you have some interest in diving under the ice. To get you going, I'll pass on a little ritual that happens early in the winter around here. It's call the "first dunk" ice dive, and money is involved, so any gamblers on line will like this. The first dunk goes as follows.
When the ice has just formed on the lake, about 1 inch, we make our way to the lake and suit up. Everyone puts $10.00 cdn in the pot (that's about .50c American) and then draws a number. The number determines the order that you enter the lake. The one who makes it the farthest out on the ice before suddenly dropping into the "cool" waters below wins.
But the best part is to follow.
Once in the water, their are *no* rules! You can do what ever you want. Most tend to pick up a rock, and rise up under the next victim, err I mean participant, and smack the bottom of the ice with the rock. Causing the poor, dry, warm diver, to suddenly drop into the cold lake. Most soon to be wet participants have this look of fear mixed with anger, indicated by the raised middle finger directed to the diver below the ice. The raised middle finger directed towards the near transparent ice is also an indication to those on shore, that some evil dastardly diver is about to dunk a fellow diver at a point closer to shore. Thus ensuring their place as the winner. Needless to say most often the first one out on the ice is *almost* always the winner. However last year, the first to dunk was too slow in preventing the next brave soul from making it farther out on the ice than they had gone.
So that's it, the "first dunk" ice diving annual ritual.
Some may say that we have too much time on our hands, or that we have gone completely mad! I tend to think that the ice has merely frozen our brains, and we don't know any better. The laughter does warm us up during this right of passage, and I'll be out there again in late November, hoping to pull number 1.