The wood stove

Tales from the Backyard…  One year my friend Ron’s dad built a new wood stove for his fish house.  We decided we were going to stay out all night and fish Walleyes and his dad said that he didn’t have the draft finished for the stove, so we better take a lot of wood.  We loaded the car and drove out on the ice to the shack and after getting the fire going, drilled the holes and started to fish.  When his dad said we needed to bring a lot of wood he wasn't

kidding.  It ate wood like a blast furnace.  We had no control other than to wait until it was almost out then throw on more wood.  The temp in the house began to sore and we began to shed cloths.  Soon we were down to skivvies and boots, the temp gauge had topped out at 120.  We were wringing wet with sweat.  Soon I had to go out and chop more wood.  It was like a sauna, so I grabbed the ax and went outside in skivvies and boots and began chopping.  A car drove up to see how the fishing was and there I was, outside temp 10 below zero, dripping wet with sweat, chopping wood.  They just shook their heads and drove off.  We ran out of wood about an hour later and went home, fish-less again.