This was the final competition in a successful ice-fishing season for The Swede. Final because, as you can see, even the puddles aren't frozen anymore. It's been above freezing for weeks, but these dudes keep pushing it, insisting that a jet could land on an eighth of an inch of ice but forgetting to reason about the jet being in motion and the distribution of weight. I think the old-timer who stepped through the ice and soaked his leg today might have signaled that it's time to pack up the fish stank till next year.
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