Tomorrow I set out for what will be my very first ice fishing trip. I, along with Bloggers Ethics gone Bad and Not too Serious will venture out onto a frozen, northern Ontario Lake, drill a hole in the ice and sit for hours hoping to catch our limit. To tell you the truth, there is an uneasy claim about me as I prepare for this adventure.

Don't get me wrong, I am an outdoorsy guy. I've served in the army, albeit the Canadian army, but nevertheless I've done winter indoctrination training in the far north in February. It's just that this time I am completely unprepared. First of all, there is a 30 minute snow-mobile drive to the fish hut. Okay that in and of itself is not a big deal, but me and Ethics will be wearing open face motorcycle helmets. Burrrrrr! Then there is the hours of waiting for the damn fish in a 8x8 uninsulated hut in the middle of a frozen lake, and I only have hiking boots for footwear, which is actually one better than Ethics' Doc Martins. Double Burrrr!. Not to mention I don't own snowpants. I will have several layers of underwear, which should keep my balls from falling off, I'm just not too sure about my nose, fingers and toes.

The only thing that is going to be keeping my warm is the 15 year old companion I will be bringing with me. Before you all get in a huff of misunderstanding I am referring to a 15 year old single malt scotch. A Sherry Cast Maccallan of which I shall enjoy every drop.

So wish me luck. I'll fucking need it!