News Man saves 2 of his 3 friends from icy death, charged with impaired driving

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  1. Zyro

    Zyro Well-Known Member

    Sep 11, 2010
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    It might be TL;DR, so here's a summary. 3 friends fell through the ice, and the 4th friend, who had a few drinks, jumped on his snowmobile and was able to save 2 of the 3. Police have charged him with impaired driving.


    Brent Fisher is pictured in this undated handout photo. He died after falling through the ice of Georgian Bay on Feb. 6 (Handout/Postmedia Network)

    INNISFIL — They are three weather-hardened fishermen. But after fighting for their lives in the icy waters of Georgian Bay and watching a fourth friend die, there’s a softness in their souls that’s changed their lives.

    The memory of thrashing in the frigid waters, grasping for the ice that shattered like glass with each desperate reach and hearing their friend’s fading pleas for help, is imprinted in their minds forever.

    Since he was a young boy, Brent Fisher, 47, of Innisfil, was all about fishing. But this was his final fishing trip. When he fell through the ice on Feb. 6, he never made it out.

    Sitting around a table at best friend Ross Guy’s Innisfil home, where fishing rods and tackle are displayed like cherished ornaments, the three men share their tragic story.

    Beneath their tough exteriors, you can sense the pain.

    Survivors Brad Jakubiak 57, of Coldwater, Mike Rimmer, 56, of Alliston, insist their friend Guy, 51, is a hero who risked his life to save theirs and tried to save Fisher, too.

    “Without him, I was a dead man,” Jakubiak says. “There is no doubt about it.”

    The police, it seems, weren’t as impressed with his efforts.


    The day starts out gorgeous and unseasonably warm as the four buddies head out to the fishing hut about 2 km off Victoria Harbour. They check the depth of the ice — eight to 10 inches thick, not bad.

    Admittedly now, they left the hut too late in the day, when dusk was moving in.

    Admittedly now, they travelled too close to a small island on the way back, where the ice would have been thinner.

    Rimmer and Jakubiak ride together on the snowmobile in front. They slow down to get over a pressure crack, and in an instant, down they go. Their machine plummets to the bottom as the icy water shoots like electric currents through their bodies.

    Fisher jumps off his machine and makes the decision that will cost him his life — he runs toward his two friends and reaches out his hand to pull them out. Down he goes.

    Now there are three friends, thrashing, yelling, dying, in the frigid water.

    In the growing blue darkness, numbed fingers grasp for solid ice but it breaks away in chunks. Their legs are numb. They’re hysterical, screaming, jabbering.


    Guy was the passenger on the back of Fisher’s machine because he’d had a few drinks. It’s their mantra — don’t drink and drive. He grabs a ten-foot rope — much too short, but it’s all he has. He yells as he works: “Calm down, breathe, stay flat, you’re OK, I’m coming!” He lies on his belly, ties a small red cooler pack to the end of the rope and throws it. He tosses it fives times before Jakubiak manages to grab hold.

    “Oh thank God,” Jakubiak whispers. “My legs were numb, my arms were numb.”

    He hangs on for his life as Guy lies on his belly, pulling, pulling, pulling. But the red pack detaches from the rope.

    “I thought, ‘I’m dead now,’” Jakubiak says. “I’m going to die right here.”

    “Throw the cooler back!” Guy yells.

    Jakubiak throws it back. Guy grabs it, ties it to the rope again and throws it, still lying on his belly, the water now seeping over the ice toward him.

    He pulls Jakubiak in, all the while yelling reassurance to the others.

    Meanwhile, Rimmer manages to use his numb arms to crawl out. He and Jakubiak lie on their bellies like injured walruses shivering on the ice. Ice crystals form on their soaked clothing. Guy now goes for Fisher, who’s in an orange floater suit.

    But Fisher’s moving farther and farther away.

    “Come back!” Guy yells to him. But Fisher keeps thrashing farther and farther, perhaps panicked and looking for thicker ice.

    “We could hear his calls,” Rimmer says. “They were getting weaker and weaker.”

    Night is setting in and they see his orange floater suit glowing, but Guy can’t get to him.

    “He’s too far away now, I couldn’t get him, I had to go for help,” Guy says.

    He jumps on Fisher’s machine. The fact he had some drinks earlier doesn’t cross his mind. This is life and death.

    “I’m not going to sit here and watch my friends die,” he says.

    He props Rimmer, who can no longer move his legs, on the back, and races to shore for help, then races back to his two remaining friends.

    It’s dark now, he’s out of time and can’t find his friends.

    “I shouldn’t have left, but I started walking,” Jakubiak explains. “I didn’t know where I was going, but I thought I would die if I didn’t keep moving.”

    In the blackness of night, he stumbles along aimlessly, panicked. His legs become icy clubs and he can no longer walk. The skin of his frostbitten feet turns stiff and blue. Later, his feet would go black. He stands in the darkness, convulsing with shivers. He craves warmth.

    Suddenly, two heroes in an airboat are coming toward him.

    “I couldn’t even raise my flashlight to signal them,” Jakubiak says.

    But the airboat finds its way to him. The rescuers go for Fisher last. It’s too late.


    Guy can do nothing more. He heads back to shore on the snowmobile, where two police officers slap handcuffs on him, take him to the station and give him a breath test. He’s charged with impaired driving. They fingerprint him and put him in a cell.

    “I’m sitting in a jail cell and I don’t know what happened to my friends,” says Guy, who didn’t know his best friend was dead.

    “He shouldn’t have been charged — he couldn’t just sit there and watch us die,” Rimmer says. “If it weren’t for him, I would be walking on stumps, or worse.”

    “And I would be a dead man,” Jakubiak says.

    Police say they can’t comment on the case.


    (Left to right) Outdoorsmen Brad Jakubiak, Ross Guy, and Mike Rimmer lost their good friend Brent Fisher during a fishing trip on Feb. 6. Jakubiak, Rimmer and Fisher all fell through the ice, but Fisher didn't make it out alive. (Tracy McLaughlin/Toronto Sun/Postmedia Network)
  2. Mr. Potato Head

    Mr. Potato Head ~Would Like to Play~ Gold

    Sep 15, 2010
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    Fucking ridiculous.