Years ago I almost died hunting late season in Wisconsin. I was hunting state land somewhere east of Osseo about a half hour. There was a scenic over look parky thing where I parked. Ealier from that over look I tried to stalk a bear. I had to put my feet against one side of a crevice slot on a rock cliff with my back against the other side. there was a bog on the bottom. I blew the stalk. That day just a few degrees above zero I hand to find a different way down. There were deer across the way. My stalk was going good until I almost step on a bedded doe. She took the herd with her. On my way back to the cliff, I broke through the ice on the bog and got wet up to my neck. I was getting very clumsy and could barely walk. From somewhere snow mobilers saw me, a group of six. They picked me up and brought me around fast. They had a giant fire, hot chocolate and coffee. There was an out house at that parky thing. They had me put on a snowmobile suit while my clothes dried. As I started feeling better we had brats and junk food. they were not planning on eating lunch that early, but they said they were hungry anyway. When the food was ate and my clothes were dry, I thanked them in every way that I could think of and went home.
i have shot a few late season deer in Iowa. One in particular, we were having a lousy Christmas, we didn't have enough money to get the kids anything good for Christmas. I was fairly crippled from a back injury that fall and needed to walk with a cane. Christmas Eve afternoon, it was a blizzard. I got in my ford car and went out to my friends farm. He has a corner of set aside that has switch grass and bushes. There were deer in there earlier. The snow and wind was much worse than I thought, with rapidly falling temps. The snow was getting deep in the sheltered area and visibility was less than 50 yards. i was sneaking through the little cedar trees and jumped a doe, it slowed a little and with my 79 pound Jerry Hill bamboo pushing a Jerry Hill broadhead arrow, I saw the arrow disappear through the doe. I forgot my knife and I wanted my son in on the tracking and drag out. When I got back to the farm I called home to tell them. My bearded face was almost solid ice. Mike came home right then and could not believe how froze I looked. We went to town with his four wheel drive to get my sone. We used his diesel four wheel drive tractor to go out to his back 40. Even though the snow was falling hard, there was a very heavy blood trail. The doe only went about 15 yards from the hit. Every one still brings up my Christmas Eve blizzard deer when they talk about me doing things that are flat out nuts.
Topic: Extreme Cold Weather Kills - let's hear about them (Read 1552 times)
