There are very few regulations out on the ice. It’s pretty much every man for himself.
About 10 years ago, a bunch of drunken natives drove head on into my buddy coming around the curve. The driver was killed almost instantly. My friend said that the stench of alcohol coming off of his blood was incredibly strong. Now just imagine a white boy standing out there with nothing but natives coming and going for I don’t know how many hours until the law showed up. He’s a big boy and he can handle his own against just about anybody in a fair fight, but he was dropping bricks, waiting for the RCMP to get there.
I wanted to make a run with him last winter, but it didn’t work out. I’m not sure if he’s got another year left in him, but if he does, I sure would like to make that trip. The photos he sends me of the northern lights and some of the wildlife are incredible.