It is safe to be out now.
Six solid inches of ice are uniformly distributed atop the pond.
With temperatures in the teens, and only 2 inches of snow on the ice, the freezing process is in high gear. The boys and I head out and drill a few holes just before the daylight fails. The lake is noisy and alive - full of expansion music.
Slsssssss - aaaaaah aaah - slssssss- crick crick crick - aaaah - Boom ! Creeeeeekk - bBoom!
Water rises and falls in the holes with each new crack and quake. The dogs look nervously at each other, at me, toward shore. The whole sheet of ice is on vibrate. But then a crappie comes up the hole and the youngster is transformed into a dog possessed.
I unhook and drop the 9 incher back down the hole. I have made the dog insane ! A couple more bangs - bBaaaang - aaaaaah - errrrrrrr - clank ! Sounds like beating on a steel drum with a bat ! The spaniel bugs out for the shore.
Craaaaack - reeee reeeee reeeee- slllllsssss- errrrrr - bbBoom!
No more bites.
The music too loud and sweet.