I hunted ducks a couple of times with a guy whose wife couldn’t understand how he could get out of a warm bed at 4 AM on a drizzly November morning to go sit in the mud and wait for sunrise. So, she went with him. Once.
My LAST hunt. Was a goose hunt. Cold, Cold, Cold, Cold... The dogs wouldn’t go. Me and another guy are standing there in a pit of water and having to move around to keep it from freezing around us. THAT was my last hunt! I’ve never hunted again. But for an entirely different reason. Physically I could... But... I just no longer could.