I used to think shivering in a soccer chair while watching 7-year-olds huddle around a soccer ball and freezing rain cut my face was a parent’s most miserable fate.

Then I went ice fishing. Shivering on a soccer chair in below-freezing wind chill watching a hole in the ice makes the torture scenes in “Zero Dark Thirty” look like a Twister party.

My son, Jay, got the bug – or lure – as an exchange student in Gunnison, Colo., last year, and recently thought it his mission to convert my daughter, Molly, and me to his new-found sport.