Bruce Wold of Bemidji shared this story about a cold day of deer hunting that turned into an endurance competition, of sorts.
BEMIDJI—Several years ago, my brother and I were deer hunting north of Bemidji on private land. It had snowed several inches, and opening morning, the wind was blowing and the temperature was well below zero.
We both trekked out to our portable stands. My brother went off to the left to his stand, and I hiked another eighth of a mile to mine. I was glad I had purchased a pair of heavy boots good for 80 below zero, although it felt like I was carrying 10 pounds on each foot.
After I got into my stand facing blowing snow, I was thankful for the face mask, heavy duty boots and good pair of choppers I wore.
I spent the next hour and a half looking around wondering where the deer were, figuring maybe they were hunkered down waiting for the wind to subside.
Well, I got down from my stand and decided a hot cup of coffee would be good about then. My brother saw me heading for the pickup and met me on the trail. He was yelling at me and asked if this was some kind of macho test to see who could survive the cold.
If so, I won. He was shivering, cold and cussing the weather.
I told him the pickup had coffee and a heater, but he said he wanted to see how long I would last.
I laughed and said my feet were toasty warm.
That evening, we went back out to the stands. This time, he dressed a little warmer and shot a nice doe.
All was forgotten about the wind, snow and cold.