Trading the sunny Southern swamps for a frozen Canadian lake sounds like a grand winter adventure—until you realize you have absolutely no idea how ice actually works.
Two good ol’ boys from the deep South decided to take a road trip up to Canada to try their hand at the legendary sport of ice fishing.
They arrived at a beautifully frozen lake, pulled into a local bait shop, and began loading up on gear. Before heading out, one of them turned to the clerk and said, “We’re also gonna need one of them ice picks.” The clerk handed it over, and off they went.
Two hours later, the same Southern gentleman burst back into the shop, breathing heavily. “Buddy, we’re gonna need another dozen of them ice picks!” The clerk raised an eyebrow, completely bewildered, but sold him the tools without a word.
Barely an hour passed before the man sprinted back through the door, throwing his hands in the air. “Give us every single ice pick you’ve got left in the store!”
Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, the shopkeeper leaned over the counter. “Mister, I’ll gladly sell them to you, but I’ve gotta ask… how on earth is the fishing going out there?”
The exhausted Southerner wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed heavily.
“Terrible, absolutely terrible. We ain’t even got the boat in the water yet!”
