Bones, Jack Benny and I were heading out to the ice shack this morning, like we've done for the last eight Mondays.
We decided to stop at the boat landing because Bones had to drop a deuce at the outhouse. At this point I realized that Jack Benny's back was hurting (he'd broken it in his younger days) so I decided to ride in the box while we were on the ice, thus letting him stretch out in the cab and alleviate the cramps and what not.
So there we were, cruising along the ice at ~35mph.
When all of a sudden Bones saw open water in front of us.

Being in the back, I didn't know it was coming. All I remember was being airborne and watching the auger, bait-bucket and groceries flying ten feet in the air and smashing on the ice next to the hole.

We walked away dry, with a bent rear wheel to remind us of the adventure. Three quarter ton Dodge would have sunk like a brick had we been going any slower. Thank Goodness for the Hemi. The auger even fired right up. We had to make test holes to make sure that the ice was thick enough to make the tire change. After all was said and done we marked the hole and went to the bait-shop to give a warning. Then we drank beer and feasted. (Still)

WWWWWWW I posted that sig a couple weeks ago, and it holds true today.
EDIT: 60 ft of water there.