Snowmobiling

Last weekend i went to Van Hook for a ice fishing tournment. Well it was all going, my dad won a $1000.00 dollars for the biggest walleye. At the end of the tournment, I was out riding my snowmobile, when my brother Kirk came up to me and told me that we had to go look for a guy on a ride ski-doo snowmobile, because he was lost. We meet up with two of Kirk's friends, they went one way and Kirk and I went the other. On our way back to the ice house, Kirk was in front of me, and he was talking to the missing person family, and was facing me. I wasnt going fast at all, and i was on the ice and i went to turn, my ski caught a chuck of ice or something, and ended up the snowmobile on top of me. I got up right away, and when Kirk came there he asked me if i was ok, and all i could say O Crap dad's gunna kill me, Kirk said dad's not guna find out. When we got back to the ice house, I found out that the handle bars are bent. Thanks to Kirk, he bent them back. Even though i kinda scared me, I got right back on it and went out riding again.