I love fishing in the summer. Sometimes alone with the wind and the smell of the ocean. Sometimes with friends with a lantern, lots of beer, and even more laughs. Ice fishing appeals to me because I’d have to travel to do it (thus going to a new state, see “Visit all 50 states”) and the comradery of sitting in a small cabin over a tiny whole with a few friends, some spiked cocoa, a funny wool hat, and wondering “who the hell thought of this,” the thought makes me giddy. I never said it made any sense.