One of my friends talked me into going ice fishing last weekend. The guy said the best time of the day to go ice fishing is at night, because the fish are more active. We waited until dark and then we headed out to the lake. My buddy already had a place set up and ready for us, so I didn’t have to stand around and wait for him to break through the ice. It was extremely cold outside. It was in the single digits and the wind chill was even worse. My hands and my face were frigid and cold. There was no heat at all out there on the ice. I looked around and there were some people in fishing shacks. I could see smoke or steam coming out of the shacks. I knew they were enjoying heat in those places. Jack and I caught a couple of really big fish right in the beginning when we first arrived, but we didn’t have another bite for several hours. During that time, I was bored and tired. I wanted to go home and warm up in front of the fireplace. That said that I was acting like I was spoiled. When the temperature dropped down to 0° at 3:00 a.m., I told my friend that I was going to walk back to my truck and go home. He stayed there when I left and I think he fished until the sun came up. It was way too cold for me to stay out there without heat. If we would have had a heated shack, I might have felt differently.