I always let a few others be the Guinea pigs. Generally, when the first people start driving out, I give it a few more days.
I feel pretty good on 15″. But, it’s not me that I’m worried about. You, like clockwork, always get the morons that come out with 3/4 ton truck pulling the 49′ grand castle, weaving between houses and vehicles within feet.
Also, the other night, I’m putzing off the lake on the main lake road, going about 15 mph (going fast on the ice is what causes problems), and some mouth-breathing idiot comes flying up behind me, and tailgates within 10 ft of me the whole way off the ice. Turned out, he declined to have chat at the landing when we arrived, go figure.
Another fun experience from this weekend: I’m parked on top of a prime spot at prime time. Just ice my first nice ‘eye, and the flasher starts lighting up as I’m putting a fresh head on. Just as the sun is about to set and I’m dropping back down, some clown pulls within 5 ft if my portable (not an exaggeration), and proceeds to walk about 20 yards to his buddies fishhouse, chats it up for about 30 min, all while leaving his wheeler running right over my holes.
There is no hope left for humanity. People just wander aimlessly, without so much as a minuscule spark of a neural transmitter working in their skull. It’s like if the zombies in the walking dead, instead of trying to eat people, we’re just huge narcissists and extremely rude.