Nah, it was just stupid.
Christian sighed, as he would carve out a small bit of ice to make a hole in the frozen part of the river. The sheet of ice should be enough to sustain him, and maybe another person or two, provided they were light enough.
He cast in his fishing rod, with the bait, into the small hole, as he would stand on the ice and just... wait. Right, that was a part of fishing, ice or not. You kinda just waited, right? Christian guessed he liked the outdoors and all, as well as fishing, but... he couldn't say the same about ice fishing, that was for sure. This was certainly his least favorite variant of fishing.
Whistling a song to himself to keep himself busy in the cold, Christian wondered if perhaps anyone would stop by and meet him while he was ice fishing. That was kinda wishful thinking, considering that most people wouldn't be walking along the river at this time of year, but ya never know. Christian had met people in stranger circumstances than this, after all.