My Coldest hunt came about 12 years ago, a buddy and me would drive for 45 minutes to a hunting area, it was late December. We drove over one morning and hunted from stands, we stayed on stand for 2 hours, then met back at truck, both of us half froze, not seeing anything and found out the temp. was 0 with -16 with windchill. We went and got a hot breakfast and plenty of coffee and talked for few hours. Both of us haven't seen anything, and he was thinking of calling it a day, but we decided to go back out. We both carry in and pull stands each time we hunt (public land). As we was driving to another "spot", I told him to pull over and told him, I would stalk. He looked at me like I was crazy, "You know how cold it is?" I smiled and said "yes, I will be fine". I told him I will just stalk through the timber, and meet him back at vehicle from where he is hunting. After lengthy discussion and me convincing him I would be fine, off he drove. I walked across the corn field and entered the timber and sat, to give him some time to get in and set up. AFter a while I began to stalk through the cold timber. To keep it shorter, I seen 18 deer and one flock of turkeys. I ended up shooting a Doe, dressed/tagged then drug her to the closest road. I went to the truck, (which we keep keys in a place for things like this, a good tip), I went loaded her up and went back. I waited for an hour. I seen him coming and got out of truck. As he walked up, just warming up. I asked, "what did you see". He replied with "Not a **** thing, nothing moving in this weather". He then stopped, dazed, as he went to put his stand in the truck bed. He looked at me and I smiled, "Yes, there is one less moving". A great memory for us both.