Makes sense to me Dwight. After looking at Natester's ice fishing photos I'm quite certain that it would take two St. Bernard kegs of Captain Morgan to put me in the right attitude to walk out onto an ice covered BOW, drill a hole, use a very unmanly small pole, and hope that a fish swims by for a frozen snack. Three kegs if you expect me to have fun in the process.

JHAP
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"My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives."
...Hedley Lamarr (that's Hedley not Hedy)