i love that story salty, i got a good laugh and a few flashbacks of stuff like that.
I was ice fishing steamboat island with my dad in the derby in 86 when i was 6 years old and i was riding the skidoo around the island and that was fine until i started going around other islands and other islands and other islands until i ended up, well i don't know where i was. i told some guy i was lost and we were by a bridge so he took me over to governors and that was wrong and then some other guy thought of the bridge on steamboat and brought me there and i found my stuff but no dad because he had wandered off looking for me about 2 hours before and then we had to hunt for him and he was over by bear on foot and let's just say he wasn't impressed and i didn't ride the skidoo for a few weeks. Then on the way home i told him he was going the wrong way home out of the mcdonalds lot in meredith, he just kind of looked at me and i shut up pretty quick and let him navigate.
