By coming down elbow first, I'd made a large enough crack in the ice to sink through.
The water was so cold that it stopped time.

Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one
sensation, fire, from the other, frost.

It was like being in a sandstorm. It was cold. The top of my head was just coated with ice.

I wouldn't say it's cold, but every year Winnipeg's athlete of the year is an ice fisherman.

We took off for the tree line, leaving the wounded soldiers to wonder how they'd been beaten by four misfits and a horse.

First, you drink the beer, obviously, and you think about everything you’ve been through, including how much some of it sucked. If you’ve seen really bad things, think of them now. If you’ve got stuff you’re not proud of, deal with it now. It helps if you pound the beer. When the bottle’s empty, you stand up, say your name and where you came from, and throw it into the fire. Hard. It’s supposed to break. We all did something like this, and I can’t tell you why, but it…it helps. It’s good for you. It’s a ‘setting sail on your new life’ kind of thing.