Proof The Bible Is True

I met my cousin Eric out on Bald Eagle Lake for what we expected to be an uneventful day of ice fishing.

The weather was cloudy and mild for early December, somewhere between mid to upper 30s, and while there were a few other fishermen out on the lake, they were a good 200 yards away. All signs seemed to point to a peaceful day ahead.

Still, we were careful as we set up our gear. The ice had buckled in on itself while we were out the previous weekend, causing an overflow of water to spill across the surface.

The flow started near the shore and worked its way out across the lake. I had to move one of my tip-ups, as it was in the path of the oncoming water.

Throughout the week it looked like everything had frozen solid once again. Windblown snow had crusted over where the water had been, making the precarious places on the ice obvious to anyone who looked.

I decided to test the ice myself. Eric and I were both experienced fishermen, but safety was not something either of us took lightly.

I set out across a spot where there had been water the week before. Suddenly, I began to sink as the crusted snow beneath my feet dropped away. I plunged chest-deep into freezing water. I struggled to get back onto the ice, but I could not get my leg on the side of the hole to kick myself out.

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