Crazy people.

Madison.

It's 60°F out there. The lakes are all but melted. Folks are out enjoying the weather in short sleeves. I even saw a guy out paddling his kayak in the Yahara River, not fifteen minutes ago. Yet the ice fishers are still at it, some easily within twenty feet of honest-to-goodness, ice-free water. Mere steps from puddles of water sitting atop the ice they're fishing through.

I suppose you could make a case that, after drilling a hole through the ice, you could tell it's thick enough to be on. Makes me think something about carts and horses.

Guys, give it up. There are plenty of other places to go to drink beer on a Saturday afternoon.