I'm at our place in Northern Wisconsin for the muzzleloader deer season.
Man, it's cold. How cold?
This morning when I climbed into my treestand it was 2 degrees.
Thankfully, there was just a whisp of wind.
Everything is louder in this bitter cold. The steps up my tree creaked as I climbed up. I forgot my seat cushion so had to sit directly on the metal seat frame. The strap I clip in to with my safety vest was stiff as a board.
Trees were popping all around me as they split from the cold. No animal life moved as dawn broke.
Later, just about when I lost all feeling in my toes, a large doe worked through the thick cover to the west of my stand. No clear shot, so she walked .
As I write this the thermometer reads 13.
Wow. Heat wave.
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