OK I'll try this brief story just to ward off the DT's in some of you.
I hope I don't steal any of Okie's thunder here.
On the last day of the trip we were out pulling sets and I was feeling guilty that I hadn't really provided a complete Alaskan experience for Okie.
We stopped to pull a marten set and had two wolverine buckets nearby. I eyeballed the severe dip in the ice on the slough ahead of me, and knowing what this spot can be like, I told Okie to stay on the sled and we'd take a short cut and pull up right next to the traps. Remember, we'd had several days above 32 and then a little snow.
So I pull forward and make a hard left across the dip and.....almost make it across. Just the right amount of overflow brought us to a halt.
I told Okie to grab the shovel and start moving dry snow under the machine. I rolled the machine on it's side and let him stand in the water and shovel. It was great. I could see the pleasure and delight in his eyes.
I flipped the machine back upright and pulled ahead onto solid snow. Okie followed, sloshing through the mess while dragging the sled.
The trip of a lifetime was assured.
Mean As Nails