When I was a kid, my folks moved me from a riot torn area of central New Jersey to a lake in mountains called Lake Hopatcong. My first winter there was brutal (by our standards) it didn't get out of the teens for about a month and the lake froze solid, folks were driving the cars on it and I thought that was the coolest thing. Some guy parked his car to go ice fishing and after a short period of time the lake ate the car. Me and my folks stepped out on the ice to watch the goings on and got out around 100 yards when we heard a huge crack that sounded like a nothing I'd ever heard before. We hauled but off the ice figuring the lake was going for desert. Truth was it was nothing more than a pressure crack. I never got used to it and have no desire too. The one thing I did like about the lake was plinking on the ice with the .22, made a neat frozen puff. I gotta give to you guy's, I don't know how you get used to that cold-SDH