I had an old timer tell me a tale of years back, when a ice fisherman just walked to the destination pulling a small sled with a hand auger, some bait, and a jigging rod or two. He and his brother had a hot bite going on, and as night came they were drinking some whiskey and still catching a few here and there, next thing they knew the sky was black, cloud cover was thick, the lantern was out of fuel, and they could not hardly see each other, none the less shore. They walked around Skunk bay for most of the night trying to find a shore line, any shore line, they finally found a shore line on the opposite side of the bay, and decided to hold tight until the stars reappeared or the sun came up.
He said they were cold as death, and didn't think they would make it till morning, but pulled through. When they saw the tracks they had left in the snow, to their disbelief they had virtually walked in circles the entire time searching for the shore line.