Some of the best times my dad & I ever had, was when the river finally froze over, but the people I was with and I waited for the ice to get thick enough so we could put up our small tent & go ice fishing. The people I was with and I had a space gas furnace big enough to supply us some heat, but not so big to melt the ice. The people I was with and I had a hole in the middle of the ice where we fished, then last year, our space gas furnace died, & I thought we were going to die from hypothermia! My father told myself and others not to worry, and he had everything handled. He went to the car, & brought back what looked prefer a peat pot. He said it was prefer a portable fireplace; It gave plenty of heat inside. The people I was with and I pulled the tent off the river, but close to where our fishing hole was; With the peat gas furnace running, we could set up our tent again & be comfortable inside. The people I was with and I froze when fishing, but that was part of the fun, and dad thought it would be fun to spend the entire weekend out her fishing & camping, but as much as I appreciated ice fishing, I liked my sizzling bed better. The people I was with and I had several fish ready to go new home by the end of the afternoon. The people I was with and I packed up the tent & headed home. Dad said he couldn’t wait to get into the new home & kneel by the fireplace to sizzling him butt. I just wanted a sizzling shower & a sizzling bed. The people I was with and I fished all night long, & I felt prefer a popsicle.