Having done a little in my youth, I remember a friend telling me about coming upon a lone man sitting on a bucket out on Lake Champlain in a winter gale. He thought he might have been dead and frozen stiff on the bucket as he approached from behind.

The lone fisherman must have heard my friends crunching boots approach a few steps away, because he slowly turned his head. Bearded, grizzly old face, friend nearly fell down when he saw his crinkled forehead had a handful of beady little eyes looking back at him. Apparently that's where he kept his jigging bait, Perch eyes, frozen stiff on his forehead.

Around this time of year, it's not unusual for a person or two to be lost going through the ice on the lakes in Vermont(or here in Maine). Usually they go with their vehicle, which is amazingly stupid.