Which one makes the "Story of the Day"?

So let me set up the scenario and then I'll give you the choices . . .

Ice fishing, mid-March.  Currant Creek Reservoir, surrounded by mountains.

We're chillin' (literally).

Helping Dad.

Makin' snow angels.

Scoopin' ice.

Drawin' maps.

Takin' potty breaks.

And yes, catching fish.

Russ even caught one on his "Barbie" pole.

But on to the real stories:

What once was lost, now is found.
First bite of the day. Russ and I are about 10 feet away from this particular hole.  Corbin is about 2 feet away.  I see it moving, Russ does the "Oh, oh, oh!  Corbin! Corbin!  Quick, grab it!"  Russ runs toward the hole, one foot crunching through the top layer of ice.  Corbin is excited . . . too excited to realize what he's supposed to do.  Russ and I reach the hole just in time to see the pole pop in and dwindle into darkness.
Thirty seconds later, we have a bite on the pole right next to it, which is not uncommon since the fish tend to come in schools.  Russ grabs it and hands it over to Colton to reel it in.  Some thing's a little funny about this one though . . . it's tangled in another line . . . we reel some more . . . same fish that yanked our previous pole comes out of the water and next up . . .

Yep, we got our pole back (this never happens, by the way).  Guess that fish wasn't so smart after all.

The library gets my dough.
So, as normally do when we go fishing, I brought a book so I could get in a little quiet reading time (which didn't really happen).  But finally, when the boys went back up on shore, I sat down to soak up the sun and read a few pages.  Pretty soon though, the wind started blowing and the poles started wiggling.  So then I am staring at them intently, wondering if it is the wind making them move or a fish slowly nibbling at the bait.  And of course I did not want to be the one who lost another pole, so I had to be vigilant.  The moment came and I threw my book in my chair grabbed the pole and reeled in a nice cut-throat trout.  Just as I pull it up onto the ice, another pole 4-5 feet away starts jumping and I dive for it.  Safe!  I start reeling, look over, and the fish I dragged out is almost back to the hole!  And he's still attached to the pole!  Ahhhh!  Of course Russ comes back and just laughs at me as I try to keep one on the line and drag the other one back with my foot.  Turns out I yanked the second one too hard and lost it.  And during this little heart pumper moment, the wind picked up, and so as Russ and I try to gather our stuff and keep things from being carried away across the ice, my chair is blown over and my book takes a dive.  Yep. Right. in. the. hole.  Good thing Russ saw it or it might have been completely gone.  Either way, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to pay for that one.

Colton goes swimming.
Yes, really.  No pictures, sorry, but I was about 50 yards away.  See the thing about ice fishing this late in the season is that while it is nice and sunny and we can take off our coats, it also starts to melt the ice.  Now, before my mother has a panic attack - I'm not talking about melting the 20+ inches of ice that we are fishing through, no, just a good 8-12 inches off the top.  It's kind of hard to describe, but picture it being nice and warm the day before we get there, so there gets to be a few inches of slush on top of this frozen mass of ice which is one top of the rest of the lake that didn't freeze (where the fish are swimming around).  Then during the cold night, a layer of ice reforms on the top of the slush, which is on top of the big ice layer, which is on top of the water.
So . . . after a few hours of fishing in the warm sun, Colton decides he really has to go to the bathroom now, so Russ and Corbin start to walk with him back up to the latrine thing by the parking area.  About 10 yards from shore, it becomes quite clear that this top layer is melting again.  So with each step it is a precarious dance of balance and luck as to whether or not it will hold or whether your foot will slip through.  And about 2 feet from hard pack snow, it happens - to Colton.  What for us is the dip of our boot and shin, is half of his body.  And since the ice keeps breaking all around him, soon he is on his side swimming in this layer of water, slush and breaking ice.  From my vantage point, half a football field away, I'm like, "Russ!  grab him!" and in my mind I am screaming!  Russ can't get near him because the ice would just continue to break.  --Let me just interject at this point that there is no real danger of him drowning or anything like that, just picture him swimming in the kiddie pool, but full of snow and ice and in his snow clothes.--  So Corbin is the closest and he is doing that holy crap kind of laughing like "is this really happening, and it's kinda scary, but kinda funny that my brother is floundering around in the water like a wounded duck."  So Russ hollers at Corbin to grab him, and then the adrenaline takes over and Corbin uses his super-human strength to hoist him up by the suspenders on the back of his snow bibs and propel him onto the snow-packed shore.

Yep, that was the end of our fishing trip.  It was good though.  Really good.