A few years ago in Wisconsin we had a nice cold November. Water temps were just shy of 60 on November 1st and three weeks later we had fishable ice. On the opening day of deer season (I don't hunt, my brothers and nephews do) we had a stiff wind pushing the windchills into the negative 5 to negative 10 range.
As I'm getting my ice fishing gear gathered up I tell my mom and dad that only a fool would enjoy freezing their tail off sitting in a woods on a day like that. Dad laughed and sort of pulled an Obi-Wan line out of the air: "Who is more foolish? The fool who sits in a tree on a day like this or the fool who sits on a bucket ice fishing in conditions like this?"
We had a good laugh at the irony of it but I rationalized it by explaining that when I'm ice fishing I can get up, move around, make noise, and most importantly I can drink beer getting stupid drunk and I don't have to worry about landing on my head after falling 15 feet out of a tree. Dad, who doesn't hunt or fish and who hates the cold, says: "Let me get warm clothes on. I'll join you."