Skating back and forth down North Long Lake in a peaceful winter night. New Year’s night with the hockey team with the lights shining down on us like we were on the big stage. Not a game, but just a bunch of guys goofing off.
We were playing a fun game of tag when I slid to dodge a hand. When I slid from the tag, I swiped a bunch of snow with me. I got up and I looked down at the ice. After a while, I noticed that there was a fish, frozen in the ice. It was frozen upside down in an awkward position. I called the team over and their jaws dropped like a waterfall. I didn’t know what the big deal was about a dead northern frozen six inches in the ice. I’m not much of a fisherman, but I thought it was average size. I hazily looked again and finally saw it. The eye was moving. Soon, all the parents were on the ice getting a glimpse of that strange fish. I wasn’t sure if it was alive because it was in the middle of winter.
I wonder all the time how that fish was frozen in the ice. I can’t imagine how a living fish could get frozen in the ice. I am still puzzled about that day. Everyone I have told this story to said that I was fibbing. I guess some stories are left unsolved!