Saturday, November 29, 2008
The sun sets on some of the first ice fishers to venture out on a newly frozen Lake Wingra
This was the scene late Friday afternoon: The sun had already set, and the ice fishers were still running out there. The ice looked solid, but I'm not sure I'm quite ready to trust it yet. I mean, it's only November... But then, I'm not an ice fisherman. I'm not going to risk falling through the ice for the fun of sitting in icy solitude, hour after hour, alone with my thoughts and the possibility of an occasional encounter with a fish dumb enough to investigate that funny little hole in the ice.