I have a very sad story, in which I almost died. I thought twice about even writing it on here because it's a horrible moment in my life. New Years Eve 2002 my best friend and I were sledding (ski-doo) on a lake in Northern Ontario. We were ice fishing and a storm crept up on us a forced us to be out after dark. We usually cruised around the shoreline, but it took way longer that way, so we decided to go right across the lake. There was a good 10-12 inches of ice on the shoreline, so we were sure that it was sufficient even in the middle of the lake. I was following my friend across the lake and I will never forget the splashing sound of him going into the water and then me hitting the water as well. Fortunately for me I gunned the engine and was able to get onto a solid piece of ice a ways ahead. (For those sledders that hit open water the best thing to do is gun it, you will stay on top of the water). As soon as I came to my senses I went calling for my friend, It was pitch black outside, not even a moonlight. He never did make it, they found his body a few days later. It was the worst drive of my life driving the sled back to the cabin to tell my best friends wife we didn't know where he was. I looked and looked for him, and to this day I wonder if I could have done more for him, if I wouldn't have just jumped in and swam instead of saving myself, maybe we'd both still be here. Anyways, that's my story.
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