I was hunting by myself one late December morning last year. I fell into a river trying to cross it at 5:30 in the morning carrying a Lone Wolf tree stand, tree sticks, pack, Gray Wolf Jacket and wearing woolen bib. When I made to to the other shore I knew I was in trouble because it was 15 degrees out, and had to get back across.
I had to recross the river. I fell again, but this time I was wedged against a log under water on my back with the current holding my in place.
I realized that I was going to die, but I could not move. I had to summon every bit of strength to stand up. I made it out and fell a few times climbing back up the icy bank.
Now I had a 1/2 mile walk to my car. The weight of the wet wool was tremendous.
By the time I got to my car I wasn't cold anymore and I felt quite comfortable. I sat down because I was so sleepy and just wanted to rest. I wanted to take a nap to regain my strength as I was so fatigued.
However, I felt my head and it was completely covered in ice and my clothes were also completely frozen.
I finally had a rational thought and knew hypothermia was setting in, so I threw off my pack, stand, sticks and started shedding my wet clothes.
Nevertheless, standing totally naked in the snow at 15 degrees with a light breeze I was pleasantly comfortable, but so tired. I knew I was in trouble now.
I had a pair of sweats in my car and a warm jacket. I turned on the car and the heat full blast. I soon started shivering uncontrollably.
I rested for an hour and realized how close it had been, and what may have happened if I didn't get myself up while trapped on my back underwater in the icy river or if I had taken a nap.
I don't think a cell phone would have helped and was actually of no use as it was wet from being immersed, but I always carry it in case of a fall.
In spite of all this I never let go of my bow during the whole ordeal.