This is one of the most incredible things I have seen in a long time. Watch it at least till he goes up the falls.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YF-uuLFS6mU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YF-uuLFS6mU
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A new way of traveling upstream
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Cause you can lose your sled.. Maine wardens take a very dim view on skimming. At least twice a year someone tries it. Loses the sled. Sometimes themselves. But they have thirty days to extract the sled from the lake and then lose the sled anyway and have a hefty fine.Because...... why wouldn't you??
Pretty awesome video. I prefer elevator moves in a whitewater........oh oh
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I think I'm too old for this
I see what's going on here. You're wishing you'd never sold your sled. Gotta just let it go memquay.
But can you imagine how one of these woulda scooted across that shallow water in Summit Lake?! Channel? What channel?! We don't need no stink'n channel. Notice though how gloriously free of rocks that river is in the video. The sled would make short work of the Kap, until you got to the bouldery bits. And then there's all the fish you'd scare off. And the wolves. And bears. And moose.
And trippers.
But can you imagine how one of these woulda scooted across that shallow water in Summit Lake?! Channel? What channel?! We don't need no stink'n channel. Notice though how gloriously free of rocks that river is in the video. The sled would make short work of the Kap, until you got to the bouldery bits. And then there's all the fish you'd scare off. And the wolves. And bears. And moose.
And trippers.
You lost me again with the motor.
That was a fun video memequay. I wasn't trying to sound snarky.
Back in the late sixties sometime I rode a sled across water, unwillingly. Well, the first time was kinda against my will, at least my better judgement. I was visiting my northern relatives one winter and my cousin wanted to take me snowmobiling across the frozen lake to some prime trails. That evening my uncle said "Check the ice first. there's that soft spot near town that might be trouble." My aunt said "No. Maybe it's better you don't go." My cuz told us all that everything would be fine, he would be careful. This was my zany wild child cousin putting us all at our ease; except me. I feared a little for my life. We headed out that night and he stopped when he came to the soft spot. Ahead in the headlight I could see water. He assured me "It's just a puddle. We can make it. I've done this before. Ready?!" No. He "opened 'er up" and we tore across the big puddle with a splooosh and kept right on going till we got to the trails. It was a fun night. The snow was deep, the trails were twisty winding through the forest, and it wasn't too cold to be out. And then of course there was the ride back across the puddle. There was ice beneath it of course, and it probably was thick enough to hold us, but you never know. There were already a lot of tracks across that big wet spot. Most of them were probably my cousin's. The next night my cuz asked me "Wanna go out again?" I already had my snowsuit on.
Back in the late sixties sometime I rode a sled across water, unwillingly. Well, the first time was kinda against my will, at least my better judgement. I was visiting my northern relatives one winter and my cousin wanted to take me snowmobiling across the frozen lake to some prime trails. That evening my uncle said "Check the ice first. there's that soft spot near town that might be trouble." My aunt said "No. Maybe it's better you don't go." My cuz told us all that everything would be fine, he would be careful. This was my zany wild child cousin putting us all at our ease; except me. I feared a little for my life. We headed out that night and he stopped when he came to the soft spot. Ahead in the headlight I could see water. He assured me "It's just a puddle. We can make it. I've done this before. Ready?!" No. He "opened 'er up" and we tore across the big puddle with a splooosh and kept right on going till we got to the trails. It was a fun night. The snow was deep, the trails were twisty winding through the forest, and it wasn't too cold to be out. And then of course there was the ride back across the puddle. There was ice beneath it of course, and it probably was thick enough to hold us, but you never know. There were already a lot of tracks across that big wet spot. Most of them were probably my cousin's. The next night my cuz asked me "Wanna go out again?" I already had my snowsuit on.
I had a friend back in the old days who would go out and buy two sleds every Autumn. He always had one back up Polaris and he loved going fast so his sleds would go at least 110mph. Anyway, he also loved puddle jumping. Actually going out to find open water stretches and zooming across from ice to ice. Around Bala in Ontario was a popular spot on the river that never froze in a rapid, so he would go and just enjoy running across the open water as fast as he could. Seems kind of nuts with machines worth 15k, but it gave him a thrill. This video brought back that memory.
