On Sunday I was supposed to go hunting with a couple of buds at our spot near Winchester, were we have access to a 10 acre pond. We had the ice-eater in and running on Saturday, and we figured that we would have the only open water around for miles. With a WNW wind around 12 mph and a starting temp of 14, what could go wrong? Well, I was laid up and couldn't go. But my hardy buds broke through the ice around the ramp, put out floaters in the hole and Y-boards on the ice, and got ready. They stayed ready until about 10 or so, then declared defeat and retreated from the field to nurse their cold injuries. They saw NO birds, and heard one goose call in the distance... I am really sorry I stayed in bed and had a second cup of coffee with my wife!