11-04-2003, 01:53 PM
[font "Eras Bold ITC"][size 5]After testing the ice thickness, and deeming it to be 5-6”, my eight-year-old son and I set up our shelter about thirty yards from the mouth of a river. After an hour with some success, I decided to get a breath of fresh air. Before I left I told Eric that if he really wanted to see the underwater world, he should lay down by the hole, cup his hands around his eyes and amazing sights would almost magically appear.[/size][/font]
I was outside no more than two minutes when I heard shouting and suddenly saw my canvas shelter, now with a new door being formed, go tumbling down the ice with a tiny form rolling and bellowing inside. The cause of this disruption, a river otter, inquisitive as to who was watching him, came to investigate much to the horror of my young son’s eyes.
Rick Fowler
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I was outside no more than two minutes when I heard shouting and suddenly saw my canvas shelter, now with a new door being formed, go tumbling down the ice with a tiny form rolling and bellowing inside. The cause of this disruption, a river otter, inquisitive as to who was watching him, came to investigate much to the horror of my young son’s eyes.
Rick Fowler
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