Dumb things that you have done on the ice...

 

When I was a boy growing up in Traverse City Michigan, me and the neighbor kid would go out on East bay, chop us off a good size iceberg to float on, using the heels of out boots.
We would then get 2 long sticks, and run back on forth on the teetering iceberg, stabbing our sticks into the water to steer.

Not smart....

I would steel one pair of my 3 sisters plastic winter boots, because they had the sharpest/hardest heels to chop ice with.

The extra height of the boots also kept the water out, when the edge of the iceberg would go under.

The boots were water tight and went up to my knees. We would give a good shove with our sticks, and run for the other side.

One day while walking out on the ice near the edge, to start working on the 'raft of the day', he fell through the ice and came back underneath where i could see him.
I quickly jumped on my belly, stuck my arm through the hole he made in the ice, grabbed him by the jacket, and pulled him back over to the hole, and back out onto the ice.

He was shaken up pretty bad, and we ran back to his house before he froze up.

We were in 5th grade, and never told our moms.

That was the last day of our Tom Sawyer & Huckleberry Finn floating iceberg adventures.

Back when i was a kid my best friend, his brother and i were walking on a small frozen pond. My buddy says that he is going to see if he can break through. he grabs an over hanging limb and starts jumping. I got off the ice, and then the ice broke, along with the limb. I swear it looked like he was running on water. with every step he took the ice the ice in front of him broke. he ended up going in up to his waste and had to walk about a mile home. The best part was the fact when the ice started breaking he started yelling for me to run, when i wasnt even on the ice and his brother was right next to him.

Mixed light and dark liquor.

You mean besides slipping and falling on my rear end?

Fell in to a auger hole once. That was the last time I ever went on the ice. No I wasn't drunk, or Ice fishing.

Ummmm, unless its cubed and in a glass, I avoid ice

Talonman, what you did sounds a lot like what my brother, and friend and I did one early spring thaw.  There were huge icebergs floating on a swollen stream behind my friends house.  So we thought it would be fun to jump on one and ride it down a ways.  We had brought along an inflatable raft and, to be different, I thought it would be fun to sit in the raft and slide down a snow bank and into the water.  Everthing worked great until I hit the water where, instead of floating leisurely on the surface, the raft continued down it's path and more or less sank.  I bailed out.  My brother, who, along with our friend, was on a nearby ice flow reached down and he tried to pull me up.  Unfortunately, the edge of the ice flow caved in and now there were two of us were thrashing about in the water.  Fortunately, our friend was able to pull us both out otherwise-well, there might've been a tragic story in the paper about three really stupid kids who did their last really stupid thing.

Indeed...

 

As kinds we are known for having no fear of death, and not considering the possibilites if things go wrong.

 

Glad we both gave that habbit up! 

Let's just say that I am not to be left alone with booze on the ice.

Ive been pulled behind a truck on a tube several times before. Its pretty dumb but very fun.

The dumbest thing I never did on the ice was go ice fishing.