[Beagle8U]

Your story about fresh snow reminded me of how I always felt late muzzle-loader hunting in Michigan when it stays 10 below zero with a brisk wind all day.

I can go out and there wont be another soul anywhere in the woods. You can hike and hunt from sunrise to dark and never see a human footprint.

It was like there wasn't another person on earth, just me and the deer over the next ridge.

[2111USMC]

At 10 below zero, with a brisk wind, there aren’t any deer around to hunt. I know because we’ve been trying that here in Iowa.

That “deer over the next ridge” is a figment of your imagination and probably a sure sign of frostbite to the brain.

:)

[grey_whiskers]

About 10 years ago, my wife talked my into taking the kids to the Minnesota Zoo in January.

9 degrees Fahrenheit, the place was deserted, and the ticket-taker looked at us like we were nuts.

But it was worth it. Many of the animals, not spooked by the crowds, came closer than normal.

We got to pet a moose on the nose and feel its surprisingly hot breath on our hands; and the Siberian Tigers were romping like kittens, sending up sprays and roostertails of snow.

Then they noticed us, and sat down on the far side of the moat looking up at us, wondering how they were to reach this new and intriguing food item...

I *highly* recommend trying it, if you have the chance.

Cheers! Cheers!