There seems to be no point in this peculiar wintery past-time. None whatsoever. First, you walk into a great white space over frozen waters in the middle of nowhere. Then, you make a hole through the ground below you, dip in a fishing lure and sit down to wait, sometimes for hours on end. You might feel that this is a take from a Jacques Tati or Aki Kaurismäki film – but no, this is the true essence of ice-fishing and it is what countless of Finns yearn to do every winter. We try to explain this love affair.