The early hockey life of Igantius Blunt was not an elite one. The young boy growing up in the back hills of Serbia did not have a lot of money to play the sport that fascinated him. But one thing he did have was an abundance of natural ice and a heart that could not be dissuaded. A pond behind the dairy shack where he lived froze over 8 months of the year and so the little Serb would take an old pitchfork that had broken off and modified it into his first hockey stick. And for a puck? He would form old cow shit into pucks an let them freeze over night. The net he learned on was made out of old branches and the youngin would spend most of his days just firing pucks into the net. It taught him to have a gentle hand because the shit pucks would break up sometimes and a slapshot might explode the puck beyond recovery. He taught himself accuracy and patience and most of all his perseverance kept him dreaming of one day playing in the SHL.