I Just Got Back from Ice Fishing
I had a really good time when I was ice fishing this weekend. My uncle and my cousin Jack have this ice shack on a piece of land that they own and the lake they use it on is really not fished very hard. Of course ice is slippery and I was drinking a little, so at the end of the day I wound up going around trying to find a chiropractor in Orland Park IL. It is not any surprise to anyone that ice fishermen sometimes take a fall. You wear the right type of boot and it does not happen very often, but in this case I was not paying attention and I got a bit too close to a moving car. He barely clipped me with the vehicle, just enough to knock me off balance. I did the thing you see on cartoons where you are desperately trying to get your feet to find traction, but then I went down like a ton of bricks. I landed partly on my hip and partly on my lower back.
At the time I had just enough alcohol in me that I laughed at myself along with everyone else that was there. We had a couple of bottles of peppermint schnapps and a case of Old Style that I had brought with me. I had not been seriously drinking, but of course when you ice fish you also drink beer. That was fine for when I was up there, but I drove home and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning my back had gotten pretty stiff. I got up and got it to loosen up, but that is not something that you can be doing every single day of the week. You have better things to do on the way to the office.